He leaned forward, his chest coming in contact with her back, and whispered in her ear. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to do anything you aren’t ready for, and should you become fearful, all you need to do is tell me to stop and I’ll immediately honor your wishes.” Her muscles relaxed and an expression of gratitude crossed her countenance. Her aura took on a shift of color, showing larger amounts of iridescent pink indicating sexual desire and Prussian blue showing an inner harmony, an acceptance of his control of the situation.
He took a calming breath and kneaded the firm flesh of her ass—the perfectly formed cheeks and smooth skin. He had already determined that she wasn’t quite ready for anal sex even though she had shown her trust in him and his actions. It seemed to be her biggest apprehension. It would happen soon, but not yet.
He positioned his cockhead at her pussy mouth and slowly entered her from behind. As with each previous penetration, her pussy walls closed around his shaft, forming a tight cocoon. And also as before, the sensation coursed through his veins with an intensity that took his breath away. He started a slow, measured rhythm while reaching around her hips to manipulate her clit. He wanted to make sure she had the maximum enjoyment.
She wiggled her ass against his groin, accompanied by soft moans of delight as his pubic hair rubbed against her skin. Everything about her spurred his passions to the point where he wanted to take all she was willing to give in a heated rush. Only his more than a century of control and experience as a practitioner and teacher of sex magick kept those desires in check. This was neither the place nor time for that type of unbridled aggressiveness. His thoughts momentarily went to the hot, unbridled fuck they had shared in the shower.
His firm, solid strokes increased as did her enthusiastic response. The blood raced through his veins. Layer upon layer of passion built toward the ultimate orgasmic release. But first, he needed to satisfy Raina. He grabbed her ass cheeks, his thrusts fast and hard. Her erratic actions and cries of pleasure told him she teetered on the edge. He gave one deep plunge of his cock at the same time as he dipped his finger into the vessel on the nightstand and coated it with ceremonial oil. He penetrated her anus with the full length of his finger.
Her pussy muscles contracted sharply, grabbing his cock in convulsive waves of orgasmic release. He quickly gave up all attempts at control and allowed the spasms to shudder through his body as spurts of cum shot into her pussy.
Devon remained slumped across Raina’s back, his spent cock still inside her pussy and his finger embedded in her ass. They each slowly regained their composure, their breathing finally returning to normal.
He reluctantly withdrew both his dick and his finger and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. The kiss started gentle and tender, becoming more intense as it filled with emotion—an emotion he felt far more deeply than he intended. A depth of emotion he hadn’t been prepared for, one he had to admit frightened him in its enormity.
Raina broke off the kiss and melted into his embrace, reveling in the special warmth of simply being held in his arms. He cradled her head against his shoulder as he tenderly caressed her body.
She had never met anyone like Devon. His power as a High Priest went without saying. His strength of character, personal integrity, and magnetism were equally impressive. The silver aura consistently surrounding him attested to that. How could Miranda have made all those disparaging remarks about him? It didn’t make any sense. But a lot of what her sister did and said didn’t make any sense. On numerous occasions, she wished they had been closer. She had tried to reach out to her sister, but it seemed that Miranda purposely rejected all her efforts.
That realization left her sad and emotionally wounded, something she had tried to come to terms with over the years. It also left her as confused as her scattered memories of her past. But somehow being nestled in Devon’s embrace went a long way toward easing the pain of her sister’s rejection. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did to him at that moment. Was she reading something into the situation that wasn’t there? She had asked him to tutor her in sex magick. Was she trying to project her own growing emotional attachment for him onto the intimacy of their physical interactions? She needed to keep the reality of the situation firmly in mind.
His lips brushed softly against her forehead, pulling her from her thoughts. “We need to talk about today.”
She jerked to attention, his words striking at the heart of her concerns. “Oh…of course, I understand. You have plans for today…obligations.” She attempted to extricate herself from his arms. “Someone of your position must also have business to deal with as well as coven responsibilities to address prior to the Samhain gathering.”
To her surprise, he refused to let go of her. “Slow down. You’re understanding me too quickly. Let me tell you what I have in mind.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips. “The only clothes you have here consist of one long slinky black evening gown and a pair of bikini panties. So, first on the list is clothes. We’ll teleport to your house so you can get whatever clothes and personal items you’ll need for the next few days.”
Had she heard him correctly? For the next few days? Was that an invitation to spend all their time together prior to the gathering? Something personal existing beyond her asking him to tutor her? “I’m…uh…I don’t know what to say. Are you asking…suggesting that we—”
He placed his fingertips against her lips, stopping her words. “I’m simply stating that I want to spend this time with you and hope that’s something you would also enjoy.”
A tender warmth spread through her body followed by a quick rush of excitement. “Yes…I’d like that very much.” She needed to be careful and not make wild assumptions. Keep her growing emotions under control. But even while her conscious thoughts tempered her exuberance with caution, the elation continued to soar inside her.
“We still have more work to do, but you’re so adept and possess all the necessary skills so we should have quite a bit of spare time. Since you live here, perhaps I could entice you to show me around your city before the Samhain gathering.”
You can entice me to do whatever you want, whenever you want, and wherever you want. “I would be honored.”
Then his lips were on hers and all her thoughts vanished in a heated burst of desire. The kiss continued—physical passion and feelings of deep emotion twining together until it had become difficult for her to separate the two realities.
****
Devon held out his hand toward her. “Come on, let’s go to your house and pack your suitcase.”
It had all been so natural, so uncomplicated. He had never felt so much at one with any other woman. To go to her house so she could pack a suitcase and stay with him in his hotel suite…he had given a moment’s consideration to suggesting they stay at her house with the thought in mind that she would be more comfortable in her own surroundings but decided against it. He didn’t want her to feel as if he had invaded her private domain, a place where he would come into intimate contact with her personal inner sanctum.
She quickly dressed in the clothes she had worn to the Halloween party. Her freshly scrubbed face revealed a natural beauty, one unencumbered by makeup. He wrapped his arms around her, concentrated his energy, and whisked them to her house. It was an attractive house, nicely landscaped, in an upscale neighborhood. If it was any indication, it said she was very successful in her job. But as a member of the bloodline, she had many decades in which to develop her business acumen and become that success.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”
“Take however much time you need.” He watched as she disappeared down the hall.
Devon wandered around the nicely furnished living room, checking out the titles of books in her bookcases, noting the quality of the artwork on her walls and other pieces on display. She was well-read, had exquisite taste and an appreciation for fine art. His pulse raced as his mind turned to the extent of his attracti
on to her. But would anything come of it when she discovered his plans for her sister? And at that moment, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide that knowledge from her. They would never be able to have an honest relationship if he kept the truth of something this important from her.
Assuming she wanted a serious relationship as much as he did.
A quick thought darted through his mind about whether he really wanted such a serious relationship with a woman he just met yesterday, but he immediately shoved the disturbing notion aside. He couldn’t explain it and didn’t fully understand it, but he knew she was the woman he had been seeking, his true soul mate…the one to make his life whole.
A dark cloud obscured the positive realization. He still had to deal with Miranda. Could he make Raina understand and accept what he had to do?
“I’m ready.” Her voice broke into the quiet, instantly pulling Devon from his thoughts.
“I see you decided to change clothes into something perhaps a bit more appropriate.” His breathing quickened slightly as he visually drank in every nuance of her appearance, noting her red capri pants, white pullover shirt, and canvas slip-on shoes. She had pulled her hair back at her nape and fastened it with a gold clasp.
Needing to break the spell her mere presence cast over him, Devon changed the subject by gesturing around the room. “I was just admiring your art collection. You have a good eye.”
“Thank you. I’ve been acquiring pieces for many years.” An amused grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “One of the perks of our bloodline, having all these years to pursue things that interest us.”
He took the suitcase from her hand, set it on the floor, and with a wave of his hand sent it to his hotel suite. He turned toward her. “Do you know a nice place at the ocean where we can have lunch? Someplace with a good view and outside dining so we can enjoy this unseasonably warm weather?”
“Yes…I know just the place. Spectacular ocean view, great food, terrific deck, and the owner belongs to the same coven I do.”
He teleported them to the restaurant, arriving a little before noon. As soon as they entered, a man who appeared to be in his late forties rushed over to them. “Raina, how nice to see you.”
“Thank you, John.” She peered around the interior of the busy restaurant. “We don’t have a reservation and you look busy. Do you think you can work us in somewhere…perhaps outside on the deck?”
He shot a quick glance toward Devon, offered him a pleasant smile, then returned his attention to her. “Of course, give me a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, allow me to buy you and your friend a drink in the bar while I have someone set up a table for you.”
“Thanks, John. That’ll be marvelous. This is Devon Bainbridge. He’s here for the Samhain gathering.”
Devon extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, John.”
John accepted his handshake, a hint of curiosity crossing his face followed by a realization. “Devon? The High Priest…”
He emitted a soft chuckle. “One and the same.”
“It’s an honor to meet you and have you in my restaurant.” John escorted them into the bar, told the bartender their drinks were on the house, then turned his attention to Raina. “This is an interesting coincidence. I was talking to Miranda just a couple of days ago. She said she hadn’t seen much of you lately.”
Devon’s entire body jerked to attention at the mention of Miranda’s name. Had John talked to her on the phone or in person? Would the Samhain celebration bring a close to his search? He put forth a concentrated effort to appear casual, hoping Raina would ask the questions he wanted answered so it wouldn’t appear that he had a special interest in Miranda.
“You talked to Miranda?” The surprise in Raina’s voice was obvious. “Was she here or did you talk to her on the phone? I haven’t seen or heard from her in quite a while.”
“She was here…stopped in for dinner. She was alone, which surprised me since that’s seldom the case.”
“Did she say why she was in town? Is she planning to attend the Samhain celebration?”
“I asked her about that. She said she wasn’t sure. I’m surprised she didn’t get in touch with you. After all, you are her sister.”
“Well…as you know, we aren’t really that close. It seems that every time I try to reach out to her, she refuses my overtures.” Raina’s gaze dropped to the floor. “I don’t know why.” Her voice had become almost inaudible.
Devon placed his hand on top of hers in an attempt to comfort her without drawing unwanted attention to himself, although John obviously noticed the gesture.
“You’re table will be ready in a few minutes. Until then, enjoy your drinks.” He motioned for the bartender to provide them with menus so they could look over the selections while waiting.
As soon as John was out of earshot, Devon turned his attention to Raina. “Well, that’s a surprise. Your sister is in town. I know you said your relationship wasn’t good, but wouldn’t she at least call you to say hello?”
“Apparently, it wasn’t on her to do list.” A touch of bitterness crept into her voice. He saw the hurt on her face and it touched his heart. The dynamic between his deep-seated need to make Miranda pay for her transgressions and his rapidly growing emotional involvement with Raina were playing havoc with his reality. He suddenly found himself unsure about what to do or how to proceed, something totally foreign to his normal demeanor.
He cautiously put forth the question upper most in his mind. “I realize she’s your sister, not only a blood relative but also of the bloodline. But…” He paused a moment, not sure about continuing. “But do you think it might be time, after all these years, to make that final emotional separation from her? To consider her as a stranger from now on? It was Miranda who dictated the circumstances. If she wants to salvage the relationship, it will need to be her decision. She will need to make the overture to you.”
Raina emitted a heavy sigh of resignation. “I know it’s an impossible situation the way it is. I don’t know why Miranda has done so many terrible things, why she has betrayed all we hold close as our beliefs and who we are. I’ll probably never understand it.”
She looked up and made eye contact with Devon. “I do know that you’re right. I need to let it go, to not dwell on the bad.” A sincere smile turned the corners of her mouth. “Let’s change the subject. This is supposed to be a nice lunch at the ocean, enjoying the sun out on the deck, then I’m going to show you around my city before the Samhain celebration begins.”
He squeezed her hand and returned her smile. “You’re right. It’s much too nice of a day to dwell on negative things.” It’s just as well. We need to put the Miranda issue aside…for a while.
The waitress brought their drinks, then a couple of minutes later John returned. “I have your table ready on the deck. I’ll have your server bring your wine glasses.” John showed them to a table next to the deck railing with an unobstructed ocean view. “Enjoy your lunch.” A minute later their drinks arrived and they placed their lunch order.
Devon raised his wine glass toward Raina. “Here’s to a lovely lady, one I’m looking forward to spending a lot of time with, now and in the future.”
“Thank you.” Her smile might have been shy, her voice quiet, but her eyes sparkled with the pleasure his words provided to her.
After lunch, they went to the botanical gardens and finished the day with an early evening concert in the park with plans to take in the art museum in the morning. After grabbing a quick dinner, they returned to his hotel.
Raina noticed her suitcase next to the bedroom closet. Just the knowledge that he wanted her to stay with him made her heart sing with joy. Everything about him excited her—the way he moved, the contours of his body, his handsome features. Her pussy tingled in anticipation of what the night would bring. And tonight, there would be more for her to experience, new pleasures to enjoy—a night with a man who took her breath away every time he touched her.
Devon turn
ed toward her, took her hand, and pulled her into his arms. He captured her mouth with a demanding kiss, one she eagerly accepted and enthusiastically returned. Her pulse raced and her heart pounded when he invaded her mouth with his tongue. She rubbed her body against his in response. His rapidly growing erection pressed against her belly, igniting all the passion they had previously shared and leaving her panting for more.
Any pretense at a slow seduction refused to materialize. Their clothes ended up in a pile on the floor. They fell into bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Her entire body pulsed with need, and that need consisted solely of Devon’s magical touch and incredible expertise. She had never felt so open, so uninhibited…so alive.
Their mouths clung together, tongues twining in a seductive mating ritual. She ran her hands across his tautly muscled back and her foot along his calf. The feel of his skin excited her senses, sending a ripple of anticipation coursing through her body. What would this evening’s lovemaking include?
As if reading her mind, he provided an answer to her unasked question by turning her onto her stomach. She instantly complied with what he wanted, pulling her legs up and apart, making her ass available to him. She knew what he intended. A flash of anxiety darted through her body but just as quickly disappeared. She trusted him. He would be gentle while introducing her to this new experience.
Raina’s entire body quivered in response to the feel of his lips on her ass, feather light kisses that danced back and forth from one cheek to the other. Then his hands circled her hips. He manipulated her clit and slipped a finger between her pussy lips. She responded with an immediate gush of moisture and a sensual moan of delight. His actions immediately calmed any concerns she might still have been harboring about what they would be doing that night—about the evening culminating in anal sex.
He remained behind her, out of her reach. But she had learned to simply accept his attentions, to enjoy the pleasure he provided without feeling pressured to somehow be doing something for him. That he also derived pleasure from what he was doing for her. It had been a very important lesson.
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