Page 99 of Unmarked Magic

A sigh breezed from my lips, and I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. Gods, he knew how to touch me. My eyes fluttered closed, opening again as a delicious ache inside me started to build.

“I love watching you like this,” he whispered against my mouth before his lips brushed mine. His fingers released my nipple, pressing into my ribs, holding me in place. “Need to taste you again,” he murmured.

Edging me backwards, my calves hit the bed until I fell on top of it. He hovered over me, the devastating smile on his face hinting at what he had planned for me. Balanced on my elbows, I stared up at him as he slid my thong down my legs, placing it to the side. The hunger in his eyes left me breathless.

He looks ready to feast.

Balancing on his knees, he nudged mine apart, and they obeyed willingly, like I was his puppet, and he held the strings. “Such a pretty pussy.” His stubble brushed my thighs as his lips hovered over my center. “Wide open,” he ordered, hooking his arms beneath my legs and spreading them completely.

“Holy fuck.” I was both mortified and desperate for his mouth on me. I was laid bare for him, his nose in my pussy with the lamp on. I’d never felt so exposed, but I couldn’t deny I wanted this. I wanted it so badly I could scream.

When his tongue slid through my center, I moaned, and my legs opened wider than I thought possible, letting him have all of me. His fingers gripped my thighs as his tongue worked me over and, gods, I needed his hands to stay right where they were, because the things they did to me were downright absurd.

My head fell back to the bed, my eyes sliding shut. “That’s so good…” His hand made to move from my thigh, and I gripped it in mine, lacing my fingers through his to stop him. “I can’t handle it, just your tongue. Please.”

Molten eyes stared up at me, a glint in them as he sucked my clit into his mouth. It was the sweetest form of torture as he dragged out my build up slowly, the feeling becoming stronger with every second that passed. My muscles tensed at the sensation, knowing what my body had done for him the last time.

Was it even meant to do that?

When his fingers had found a certain spot inside me, my body had apparently abandoned its post, doing things it had never done before, and soaked him. I was worried it would happen again, and also nervous. Because, last time, my magic had surged with me, rattling the room hard enough I’d almost cracked the windows.

“I’m not in control,” I said, completely stuck in my head.

His mouth pulled away from me, and he stared up at me with understanding eyes. “Relax, don’t think.” His breath was hot against me as he spoke. “Let me take care of you.”

His hand tightened around mine, steady and certain, and the knot in my chest loosened just enough for me to breathe. I let the tension drain from my legs, forcing my body to unclench as I slowed my breathing.

His mouth covered me again, and I melted into the slow, deliberate rhythm of him under his heavy gaze. His tongue rolled and sucked, and he let out a hum as I threaded my hands through his hair. I noticed how more aware of his movements I was when I relaxed completely, focused only on the sensation. His tongue. Gods, it felt amazing, but I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Every time I thought I was close, it slipped farther away. The harder I chased it, the more it dissolved into the distance.

“I can’t…” I thrust my hips to meet his mouth, needing more. Annoyed, I fisted the sheets like the motion could help me get there.

“Look at me.” Reid’s voice brought me back to him, his eyes like a liqueur dipped into a hot espresso. “Trust me.”

I held his intense gaze as his hand slid off my thigh, circling my opening.

“Reid…”

“Trust me, trust your body.” He sank a finger into me, and I tensed again. His free arm spread my thigh wide again, keeping it there. “I’ve got you.”

His words wrapped around me, and I trusted him completely.

His finger entered me, slowly thrusting, our connection like a live wire. My mind blanked, giving into the feeling. It felt so good. He continued pumping into me, then entered a second finger, a slow burning ember. But the stretch as he buried them deep made me see stars.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me.

“Look at you spread out for me,” he said, his breath low and full of admiration. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I held our connection as he continued to sink his fingers into me, whining when his thumb swiped my clit simultaneously.

“You need both,” he murmured against my mouth before kissing me, claiming my lips with his. A sensual kiss filled with emotion. He trailed kisses down my neck, dripping like silk onto my collarbone, dragging his tongue down my breasts and over my stomach. When he reached my core, I held my breath. A knowing look.

Trust me.

And I did. The moment his tongue found my clit again, I knew I was done. Everything inside me lit up. I felt no expectations, only let him use my body, bending it in the way he knew I needed. Every movement of his slowed. His tongue, his fingers. The build up was so intense I felt the sting before tears, because no one had ever made me feel this way. I relaxed my legs again, letting the only sensation be him on the most intimate part of me, ignoring the buildup that threatened to leave me.

Gods, his tongue.

Every slow stroke unraveled me a little more.

I was close.