Page 64 of Unmarked Magic

Wasting no time, she pulled me down to her for another kiss, wrapping her legs around me. She deepened it, rolling her tongue over mine, dredging a feeling so raw up my spine it spread through me like vines. Wild, and with no plan to slow down. I was burning on a stake, flames licking my toes, my insides crumbling, and it was all her.

Our hands explored, skimming, pressing. When our kiss broke, I exhaled with a shudder and she did the same, her fingers digging into my sides with purpose. She dove her hands underneath my top until they found flesh, and when she skimmed over my sides and slid up my back, I became a furnace freshly stoked. I’d never let anyone touch my scars.

But I let her.

Our unwavering eye contact was next-level insane. It made the moment feel so much more intimate as she explored the parts of me I’d shown no one. I wanted her. I trusted her.

I dove my hand between us and into her sweats. When it reached the apex of her thighs, her lips dragged up my neck, a breathy whisper teasing my ear. “Please.”

I smiled against her skin, sprinkling kisses along her jaw before capturing her lips with mine again. Tongues dancing, fingers teasing. When I pulled her underwear to the side, I slid a finger up her slick center.

She gasped, moaning as I sank a finger into her opening, then another.

I nestled above her. “That good?” I murmured against her mouth as I slowly fucked her with them.

Her hands gripped my ribs, nails clawing into my skin. “Yes.” A hitch in her breath between words. “Don’t stop.”

Kissing her again, I dragged her wetness over her clit, applying pressure with my thumb in small circles.

Her back arched. “There. Just like that.”

I hovered over her, seeing every vulnerable piece she had trusted me with. In her rawest state, surrendering. The moment had my heart throwing up middle fingers in my chest, fighting to keep my walls up. She tore them down piece by piece, stripped them until they shattered.

The word home screamed in my ears again, stealing my movements for a beat. I stared down at her, hair splayed, eyes wide, and lips parted slightly as she caressed my jaw. I knew then she was my safety, my comfort. My home.

Not a place, but a feeling.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Stay with me.”

I blinked.

Somehow, I’d drifted so far into my own head, I’d forgotten she was waiting for me. Her words pulled me back into her orbit and I let myself drown in feelings I’d suppressed for so long that they crashed into my chest. Split my ribcage wide open, exposing my heart. “Fuck, this is intense,” I whispered, sinking my fingers into her again.

She cried out, gripping my shoulder tight as I curled my fingers toward me. The slow drag against her made her soak my hand.

She gasped in air. My name slid from her lips as she fought her own body. “What are you… I’ve never…” A moan stole the rest of her sentence, her nails digging into me like she was afraid to let me go.

Holy fuck.

I continued my movements. She soaked my hand some more. “I’m right here. Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it,” I assured her.

“More. I need more. Please.”

I slid her sweats and underwear down her thighs and off. My hand traveled the silky curves of her skin as they ventured back up, finding her opening again. So fucking wet. Soaked. No woman had ever soaked my hand like that.

Lowering between her thighs, my tongue slid up her crease from opening to clit.

She whimpered, fisting my hair as I flattened my tongue over the most sensitive part of her. “Oh, my gods…”

She tasted so fucking sweet. Mine.

The word wasn’t my own. It came from somewhere older. Somewhere primal.

It tore through my veins as if it were laying claim. I knew I was gone, that there would be no one else after her. Ever. I continued lapping at her before exposing her clit fully, and, as my mouth covered her sensitive bud, she mewled in protest.

Gently sucking, I slid my fingers inside her once more, hitting that sweet spot again. Her legs slammed against my ears, fingers curling into my hair.

“Reid, I’m going to…” A cry ripped from her chest as she fell apart, hips convulsing, legs thrashing against my ears. The windows rattled as she soaked my fingers, and I lapped it up, tasting her release.