His hands stroked up the naked skin of her back and she arched into his touch, just like the kitten he had whispered about. Nipples ached, tightened, stabbing into his chest through her sweater. Her skin drew tight, itchy, crying out for more of his touch. Hot…burning hot…
But then she was cold and shivering. Tam had moved away, his breathing harsh and ragged. “Damn it, Kat. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured.
Licking her lips, she tried to focus on his voice, not the words…it was amazing the things a blind person could see. Senses were refined, heightened. She could smell the hot, male scent of his body, stronger now than it had ever been. And the rough tremor in his voice. His voice was shaking. She heard his harsh, rapid breath as he sucked in air in a manner similar to hers. All clues that pointed to one simple fact.
He wants me, she realized, dazed.
“Why are you sorry?” she asked, sinking her teeth into her lip as she felt the heat of his gaze stroke over her. His eyes seemed to have a touch all their own, because she could feel it when he was looking at her, even if she couldn’t see. Forcing a small smile, she added, “I kind of liked it.”
She was so damned adorable, so sexy… Tam gritted his teeth as he stared at her, trying to figure out a way to explain to her that wanting her was wrong. Sharp, white teeth bit down on her lip as she stared in his direction, her face flushed, eyes dark, her entire body almost vibrating with hunger. She was the picture of female arousal and he wanted nothing more than to slake this building hunger for her.
But it wasn’t right.
He’d come to this town under false pretenses, because he wanted something she had.
And the mirror was mattering less and less… Staring at her in the dim light of the condo, the hot, sweet taste of her mouth still in his head, he started to wonder. She wanted him…had feelings for him, he could see it in her eyes.
Could he stay?
She didn’t know what the mirror was. Wasn’t likely to ever use her wish…if she didn’t use it, then the mirror was hers. Always hers, until she used that wish. Even passing it on to somebody else wouldn’t change that. The only way Tam would be forced to answer to another would be if she used the wish, and gave the mirror away. Or she could give it to Tam before she used the wish.
He wanted to stay. For the first time in his very long life, he thought of seeing her face again and again, watching as lines of laughter appeared around her sad eyes, deepening, the sands of time starting to change that fresh, lovely beauty into something even more lovely, a classical beauty that not even time could change.
Yes. He wanted to stay.
But there was one thing he wanted more. To see her happy.
Moving back to her, he watched her face, watched as she lifted her eyes, seeming to track his movements even though she couldn’t see him. He moved closer, until his toes nudged hers and he caught his breath as she leaned up against him, her belly cradling the steel-hard length of his dick. Damn it, he ached. His cock throbbed within the unrelenting fit of the denim that cupped him. The ripe scent of her body filled his head. Kat’s soft curves pressed against him, a torturous sensation that made him want to howl and drag her down to the floor, tearing away her clothes, fucking her until she screamed, burning his touch onto her body so that she would wish for nothing more than him, ever.
With a tortured groan, he bent down, taking her mouth with his, shuddering as she reached out with her tongue and traced the outline of his lips, then pushed inside his mouth.
He bit down lightly—passionate heat seemed to burst from her body in a corona of magickal colors. Her nipples burned into his chest through the layers of clothes and he slid one hand under her shirt, cupping a full, round breast, capturing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, milking slowly.
Moving his lips to her ear, he whispered, “Kat, you know this is driving me crazy.”
She laughed softly as she lowered herself to stand flat on her feet. He stared down into her pretty face, the yearning in her empty eyes tugging at his heart.
“Can I ask you something?” she whispered softly.
He chuckled. “Yes—although I can’t guarantee an answer that makes sense.”
His heart squeezed in his chest as she ran her hands up his chest, hesitating on his shoulders, as she whispered, “I want to see you.”
For a moment, his heart stopped. She knew…this was her wish. A bizarre sense of betrayal ripped through him as he wondered, Has she known all this time, and just waited, trying to make me care about her?
But then her fingers touched his chin, gently, before withdrawing. “Mara told me what you look like but it’s not the same. Can I…”
Her fingers whispered over his cheek again and he realized what she was asking. The fist of pain that had wrapped around his heart loosened, while a deeper ache settled in.
He was falling in love with her.
Taking her hand, he guided her fingers to his face. “My hair is brown,” he murmured as her fingers combed through it. “Dark reddish-brown, I guess.”
A soft smile curved her lips. “It’s soft—feels warm.” Her fingertips, soft and gentle, moved down to his face, stroking over his high forehead and the arch of his brows. His lids dropped as she feathered a gentle touch over his eyes.
“Blue,” he told her.
Opening his eyes, he watched, falling into the spell of her hands and the look of wonder on her face. Her fingers stroked over his cheekbones, then she ran one slow finger down the straight line of his nose. When her finger touched his mouth, he caught it between his teeth, biting lightly. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said conversationally as she continued her tactile exploration.
Kat laughed, a deep, husky chuckle that echoed in his head as she cupped his face in her hands, smiling in bliss. “You look almost exactly as I thought you would,” she whispered.
With a pained laugh, he said, “I’ve never enjoyed being looked at so much.”
Her eyes lit up as she grinned at him. “I’ve been dying to see what you looked like,” she told him.
“You should have asked. There’s no way I’d turn down having your hands on me, even if it is just my face.”
His cock tightened painfully as she boldly said, “I’d love to look at more.” A pink flush spread up from her neck, coloring her cheeks. Her teeth sank into her lip and he groaned, lowering his head and kissing her mouth until her teeth loosened their hold and then he caught the plump flesh in his teeth and bit down. “Look all you want.”
This was moving too fast, he suspected. Instinct told him she didn’t normally behave this way. Neither did he.
Sex was a chore, at best. A tool, something he could use to try and get what he wanted. Since he had failed to get the mirror every time, sex was becoming more and more tedious.
Hell, it had been years since he had lain with a woman. And longer than that—far longer—since he had truly wanted anyone.
But he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her.
Right now, Tam wanted nothing more than to strip her naked, lay her down on the floor, spread her open and feast on the banquet of her body. As her hands moved down to his shoulders, Tam’s head fell back. Swallowing, he tried to rein in the demanding needs of his body, standing still as Kat slowly reached and stroked her hands along his shirt, smiling as she found the buttons.
With each button she opened, she paused, stroking every uncovered piece of flesh as a look of pure delight moved across her face. “Mara said you’re dark. Like teak.”
Tam glanced down, studying the deep tones of his skin against the paleness of her hands. Djinn were a dark race, their roots in the ancient lands of Babylonia. They had rich, dark skin tones, often matched with vibrant colored eyes. Shrugging, he said, “It’s just skin. I never thought about it much.”
With a warm laugh, Kat replied, “Colors used to be my life. I loved colors. Bright ones, dark ones, vivid ones…simple ones. I like having a color in mind while I touch you. Da
mn, this body of yours is amazing.”
Tam could have groveled at her feet as she ran her hands down his chest, completely bared now. Her nails—pale, neat ovals—scraped over his nipples. He hissed, clenching his hands into fists as he fought for control. “Kat, sweet, I don’t know if I can keep this up. I want you so bad I hurt,” he rasped, gritting his teeth. “Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted you. And if you plan on stopping, you need to do it. If you keep this up, and then stop…I think I might die.”
A slow smile lifted the corner of her lips. She stepped back and Tam felt something wither inside him. But then her hands went to the bottom of her sweater, his breath froze in his throat. He had to force himself to exhale and it felt as though the air was made from jagged, broken pieces of glass, moving through his tight, burning throat as vicious hunger tore through him.
“Damn it, Kat, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, reaching out a hand, running one finger down the center of her torso, from the hollow of her throat, down to her navel, up to circle one nipple, then the other.
His eyes narrowed as he saw faint scars on her breasts and one angry, twisted one on her side. It started just at the curve of her right breast and ran down that side, disappearing under the low-slung waistband of her jeans. “What happened to you?” he asked, his voice gritty.
Kat’s cheeks flushed painfully red. She’d forgotten about her scars. She never saw them, only touched them casually as she showered. The most painful reminder of the accident was her lost vision.
Her arms lifted as she tried to hide herself, embarrassed now. “I was in a wreck—a few years ago. That’s what blinded me. I hardly ever think about the scars,” she said, her voice thick.
His hands caught her wrists and forced them down to her sides, leaving her bare before him. “You’re gorgeous,” he repeated. And his voice sounded guttural, primitive. A hungry moan echoed in the air and she shivered as she felt his breath on her breasts. A sob ripped out of her as his mouth—hot, wet silk—closed over her nipple. “These scars can’t change that, can’t hide that…but it makes me furious to think that something has hurt you.”
His mouth cruised down the outer curve of her breast to press against the scar on her side, stroking it with his lips, kissing away pain that had passed years ago. “I just want to undo all of it,” he whispered. Her skin pebbled under the soft caress of his breath as he moved to kiss another scar, smaller, just under her left breast. Glass from the windshield had caused those…the jagged one on her right side was caused by debris that had come through the windows after they had shattered from the impact. A tree branch, they had said. It hadn’t hurt her though, not for a long time.
Now it felt like liquid fire as he moved back and kissed the flesh. She dipped her fingers into his hair, stroking the soft, thick locks as her head fell back and she sucked air into her burning lungs.
The touch of his mouth sent light and color streaking through her body to explode inside her mind—brilliant blues and reds and purples. Color…she remembered color. It was a torment, the memory of color in the darkness of her life. But now, the hot rainbow of colors that lit her mind were beautiful, an echo of the way his hands felt on her body. His hands, that clever mouth…
Her hands reached out and found his shoulders at her waist. He’d knelt down in front of her, and as she touched him, he reached out and pulled her body tightly against him. His tongue curled around one nipple and she shivered. His hands held her flat against him and she felt the hard wall of his chest pressing her belly.
Cool air touched her hips as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, baring her body completely.
“Tam,” she whimpered. Need was a hungry ache in her belly, riding her, as she shifted and moved against him.
Her body shuddered as he cupped her in his hand, pushing one finger inside her with no preliminaries, pumping it in and out of the slippery channel of her pussy. She climaxed—hard and sudden—so many nights of loneliness disappearing with one fiery burst as she came in his hand.
“That’s sweet,” he whispered as he caught her against him.
The world seemed to spin around her as he rose, holding her effortlessly in his arms. She rested her head against him as he carried her down the hall and she basked in the warmth of the moment, letting him take her where he wished, not worrying about how many steps to take to the bedroom, down the hall…not worrying about anything lying in her path that could trip her.
The comforter felt cool against her back as he lay her down, his weight pressing against her legs as he sprawled between them, pushing them wide. “You’re so wet,” he groaned and she shrieked as he lowered his head, pressing his mouth against her with a hungry moan that vibrated against her flesh.
Brilliant hot bursts of color echoed behind her eyes as he used his tongue and his teeth to tease her flesh. Kat fisted the thick material of the jacquard comforter in her hands as she arched up against his mouth, shrieking out his name as he started to fuck his tongue in and out of her pussy.
Her heart slammed against her ribs, her skin grew tight as her body fought to contain the orgasm that was building inside her. It felt too big, too intense, all the sensations rioting inside her.
He shifted, moving up just a bit and lightly closing his teeth around her clit, lashing his tongue across it while just below, he teased the tight muscles of her pussy, circling the opening with a feather light touch of his fingers, before sliding one finger deep inside, withdrawing, circling the entrance again, then pushing deep.
Over and over, then he added a second finger just as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She erupted with a scream as the climax tore through her body, her skin vibrating, electrical shocks shooting through her veins. A volcano seemed to have formed in her womb, and now lava was spilling from her pussy, her body shuddering with the force of the aftershocks.
She was still quivering as he crawled up her body, slanting his mouth across hers so that she could taste her cream on it as he drove his tongue inside to tangle hungrily with hers.
Kat’s body was alight with sensation—she hadn’t ever felt anything like this in her life. The orgasm that should have drained her had electrified her, heightening her senses until even a whisper of his breath on her flesh was an agonizing pleasure.
His hands streaked over her body, cupping her breasts, palming her ass. They seemed to be everywhere at once. His knee pushed her thighs apart and Kat sobbed as she felt the thick width of his cock nestled at the entrance to her pussy. “Damn it, I want you so much,” he murmured as he lifted his head. She felt the bed dip by her head, the press of his hands on the mattress as he braced his weight above her.
A long wail left her lips as he pushed through the tight tissues slowly, stroking deep inside her. Tears burned her eyes as he pushed deep, forcing her body to accommodate a man’s cock after years of emptiness. The pain couldn’t drown out the pleasure though, and she cried out with it, digging her nails into the muscles of his arms and tilting her hips up, trying to take more of him.
“Sweet heaven…” Tam whispered out above her. She shivered in response to the amazement she heard in his voice. Does he feel it too? she wondered helplessly. She wanted, so badly, to see him. “Baby, you feel amazing.”
His voice sent goose bumps tingling down her spine and she reached up, seeking out the hard ridges of his torso as she murmured, “So do you.” Arching her back, she lifted her hips against him and tried to pull him deeper inside.
Tam caught her hands, easing them down by her head, holding them in place, his weight crushing into her. She gasped as the movement took him deeper inside the aching depths of her pussy. “This has to last,” Tam murmured against her lips. “Something this perfect can’t be rushed. Hmmm…your pussy is so hot, so snug… I love it.”
She cried at his words, her fingers clenching convulsively around his. “Tam, please!”
“It is,” he insisted. “Like silk. So soft, so snug… You’re tight, you’re wet. Sweeter than anything
I’ve ever felt in my life.”
He started to withdraw and she whimpered, arching up against him, following the retreat of his hips with hers, eager to keep him inside her.
Tam laughed, a rough, husky sound, as he closed his hands around the sleek curve of her hips, holding her still as he pulled out, surging back into her with one long, slow stroke. Deep inside her, she felt his cock throb, felt the ridged head of him pressing against her womb. Something hot and hungry coiled in her belly as he pulled out and drove back in, just as slowly, just as teasingly as before.
Beneath him, Kat groaned, sinking her teeth into her lip, her head moving back and forth on her pillow, long strands of red hair flying around her head. The retreat and thrust of his hips set her body aflame, clamoring for more.
His mouth came back down on hers and she groaned greedily, hungry for more of that dark, exotic taste. She caught his tongue between her teeth and bit delicately, smiling against his lips as he growled and started shafting her with hard, short thrusts of his cock. “Witch,” he whispered huskily.
“Hmmmm.” She flexed the muscles in her pussy, shuddering as he drove into her again, harder, until she started to slide across the bed, the sheet bunching under her. His hands slipped under her, bracing her shoulders as he fucked her.
She could feel it, the bright, dazzling orgasm, just out of reach…his body pressed against her clit with every stroke. Just a little harder—that’s all she needed, just a little more, a little harder. Kat tightened the muscles of her vagina around him once more and he bellowed out her name, stiffening above her and starting to drive into her roughly.
Tam’s control shattered as she squeezed him once more with all the hot, hungry little muscles inside her pussy. Staring down at her, he pumped in and out with all the strength he had in his back and hips, muscles bunching, gleaming in the backwash of the sparks flying from his body.
Magick, uncontrolled and desperate, pulsed from him like a rain shower, in brilliant sparks of light and color that danced and played over her skin. So damned lovely, he thought helplessly as she screamed out his name, throwing her head back. She convulsed around him, her entire body tensing, her pussy so tight he had to work his dick inside her with every harsh thrust.
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