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by Kacey Mark


  Shauna went for his button again. Maybe if they did it together…

  He urged her back and angled his head in opposition. “I lost my head last time. It was rude. Tonight, I show you how a true gentleman does it.”

  Oh…boy. Her pulse funneled south, all the while pounding out an urgent signal.

  Adrian tugged her bottoms free and tossed them aside.

  Shauna closed her eyes. The easy caress of his palm started at her knee and moved up to graze her inner thigh. His thumb began a deliberate massage that nearly reached the outer folds of her seam before he retreated again. Back down to her knee. Several rounds of this ensued, and each time Shauna’s mind spun in a desperate chant as the warmth spread between her legs. Closer, closer. She squirmed.

  Her legs eased further apart, and Shauna moaned. She remembered his touch. The way he’d toyed with her the first time. Oh, she’d been here before.

  As if on cue, Adrian shifted lower. His moist breath met her inner thigh.

  With his mouth? Not there. Too low. New territory. “Adrian!” she squealed in half-hearted protest.

  “Mmm?” A seductive challenge darkened his gaze.

  She opened her mouth, searching for a stall tactic. She could ask him to stop, but why would she do a silly thing like that?

  His dark head lowered, and soft, warm kisses tickled across her exposed flesh.

  “Umm…” Wasn’t she upset at him for one reason or another?

  His kisses continued unhindered, veering into dangerous proximity to the slick folds between her open legs.

  Hadn’t he betrayed her trust and stolen a rather sizable portion of her social life?

  She released a nervous laugh. Was she really ready to forgive him so quickly? “You said gentleman.” She shifted in attempt to cut-off his wandering mouth’s destination.

  “Yep, absolute gentleman,” he agreed. He cupped his hands under her bottom, all the while dealing her a sinful, trust-me glance. “It’s rude to make a meal of you without tasting first. Now be a proper lady and accept the compliment.”

  Forgiven.

  Her head sunk deep against the pillow. She used both hands to cover the embarrassment heating her face. “Hardly proper for a lady to put herself in this position.”

  Adrian shifted to one side. The warmth of his palm under her left hip disappeared, but before she had the chance to wonder—or secretly hope—where it had gone, a feather-light caress chased over the sensitive petals of her vagina.

  Any manner of objection fled her mind like dandelion seeds on the wind. Her thoughts swam as the caress deepened.

  “In a moment, you’re going to forget all about where you are or what position you’re in.”

  Her voice came of the tail end of a heady pant. “What, another dose of your magic?”

  “I don’t know if I’d call it that.” The faint line of stubble that framed his lips tickled over her bare mound. “It’s more your magic than mine.”

  The moist heat of his mouth seemed to spiral in a steady rhythm of pleasure straight to the aching weight of her core. Feeding it, stoking it, as the pressure of his mouth deepened, and edged upward to her clit. Shauna couldn’t keep her voice in check. The moment he introduced his first finger into her opening, her hitching cries dropped a full octave.

  He stroked her, in and out, gradually adding a second finger as his mouth continued its torment. Her thighs clenched, and her hips rolled as she called out an intelligible chant at first, caught somewhere between pleading for him to continue and the fear of revealing exactly how much she liked it.

  Her inner conflict fell helpless as she climbed to the crest of her orgasm with each perfectly measured flick of his tongue. Each thrust of his fingers.

  He had to stop. At least slow down. “Please…” She squeezed her eyes tight and arched her back to what seemed an impossible angle. “I can’t take much more!”

  The wicked performance of his tongue eased away, leaving her swollen vagina dripping and bare to his scrutiny. His gaze caught hers. His jaw set tight, not so much in anger, but with a lurid challenge she hadn’t recognized before. “Oh, you can take more,” he countered. “We’ve only begun.”

  Shauna forced her anxious breathing to slow. What did that mean? The looming intimidation of Adrian’s unknown sexual history floated through Shauna’s mind. What if she really couldn’t take everything he promised to deliver?

  What if she wasn’t ready for that? Whatever that was.

  But Adrian didn’t appear to be in the elaborating mood. He stood from the bed and fisted the hem of his shirt, then yanked it over his head. He tossed it aside and shoved off his jeans. The rustle of fabric became the only sound until he turned his fully erect profile to face her.

  Her attention dropped below his waist level, to take in the straining reach of Adrian’s—

  A single word slammed into her mind.

  Cock.

  No other term could define it. That prominent tool, capable of both pleasure and pain, looked swollen with enough need to deliver a healthy portion of both.

  Her thoughts must have registered somewhere on her face. Adrian’s expression turned tender. “Change your mind?”

  Caught in a vice of anticipation, Shauna couldn’t squeeze out the words from her constricted chest. She shook her head.

  He leveled his gaze. “How would you want it, pretty lady?”

  She swallowed “Want—as in position?” People have this conversation?

  Adrian’s brows lifted, still waiting for an answer.

  “I don’t know…” She looked away. The heat that had radiated from every pore seemed to rush lightning quick to her face. “What’s best? I’m willing to experiment.” That last bit slipped out on a whim.

  Is it possible to hunt whims down and blast them to a smoldering pile of ash? Adrian held medals as the reigning apothecary and the leading cultivator for underground sin.

  And she wanted to play naughty with that?

  Yeah, she kinda did.

  “Best?” he countered. “That’s up to you.” He tugged at the hem on her shirt.

  Shauna took the hint, and pulled the shirt over her head, thankful for the extra seconds of distraction. Guess it was Shauna’s turn to bail off the elaboration train. All remaining whims were on mandatory lockdown. Cool air tingled across her bare chest.

  So her severe lack of bedroom adventure might have peeked out a little. But the thought of Adrian teaching her a thing or two had her lower half feeling all new kinds of intrigued.

  “Pleasing you pleases me.” Adrian rounded the bed. “So forgive me if this sounds harsh, but for me? The best is when I get to see you come.”

  Shauna pressed her lips together to keep her jaw from dropping on its hinges. His tone flowed warm and open as afternoon sunlight, but his words and their meaning loomed deep in the shadows of seduction.

  Adrian grasped the tangle of sheets from the bottom of the bed and ripped them away. The rumpled cotton material billowed and then tumbled to the floor, well out of reach. Nowhere to hide. Shauna’s stomach tightened.

  Adrian stretched out facing her. He cupped her shoulder and stroked the pad of his thumb down her arm, as if coaxing her attention. The sexy lure of his voice tickled over the sensitive curve of her neck. “I asked you a question.”

  Shauna turned to greet his body and the image of their last encounter flashed through her mind. The way she rode against the firm expanse of his erection, and their hips grinding together in a mounting tempo.

  The heady drumbeat of her pulse replied from deep in her core.

  “I know you well enough now, Shauna. You will tell me.” As if sensing her thoughts, Adrian wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on top. His expansive arms trapped her there, her wet core pressing against the length of his shaft. Her body ached to move, but he wouldn’t permit it. Instead, he drew her forward, up the length of his torso until his mouth met the tight peak of her nipple.

  When Adrian sucked it into his mouth, Sh
auna let a prolonged hum of appreciation for the delicate shards of pleasure and pain that shot through her breast.

  Adrian rolled his hips until the mushroomed tip of his penis glided along her slick folds.

  Shauna let her head ease back, and she sucked in a tight breath. “Oh…” Dear God, it felt good.

  Adrian continued to administer the delicious friction with smooth, slow strokes. He gripped her hips with both hands and eased her lower half back and forth along the full length of him.

  “Oh…I want that.” Shauna clamped onto Adrian’s massive shoulders, her nails scoring his heated flesh in a silent bid for more.

  Adrian released her breast.

  His strokes against the juncture between her legs became more desperate, but without the distraction on her breast, she couldn’t resist the heavy ache much longer. “I want it,” she cried.

  “What.” He forced the back of his head deep against the pillow, and his eyes squeezed tight in what appeared to be a mix of pleasure and frustration. “Say it.”

  “Your cock!”

  Just as quickly, his head lifted again. A gleam of determination darkened his stormy gaze. He gritted his teeth, and in one fluid movement, he angled his hips deeper. The full expanse of his erection slid inside to consume her. Shauna’s moan of gratification spilled past her lips as Adrian eased back and thrust forward again.

  She angled herself to meet him as their writhing bodies worked together, picking up speed. She plunged onto his swollen member again and again as they both strained for release.

  The grunt that passed Adrian’s lips seemed more agony than pleasure. In what seemed an act of pure desperation, he caged Shauna’s hips with the expanse of both hands. Adrian guided her hips to move against him, forward and back, his shaft still fully embedded inside her.

  Her slick body glided against his pelvis. She savored the brisk massage against her swollen clit, one that Shauna couldn’t seem to get enough of. She planted both palms just above his shoulders, gaining leverage as she quickened her motions in a spellbound pursuit for release.

  The mounting pressure that shot through her system seemed to build beyond her control. “My God.” It kept building. Building. Her tone sounded urgent, almost fearful to her own ears. “Oh my God, I’m gonna—”

  “Come,” he grunted.

  With that final word, Shauna’s release rushed over her. She cried out, and her muscles locked hard as granite, just as Adrian thrust deep and held. His roar of triumph chimed with hers.

  Shauna collapsed on his chest.

  In the distant shadow of her ragged breaths, Shauna caught his low murmur.

  “Magic. Pure magic.”

  About the Author

  Kacey Mark is a voracious reader and paranormal romance author who makes her home near the Wasatch Mountain range of northern Utah.

  She loves writing eccentric characters and unpredictable plot turns.

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