Marked by Magic (The Baine Chronicles #4)(61)

“Please,” I finally begged. “I want you inside me.”

“Do you?” His voice echoed in my mind, and I gasped as he slipped inside me again, the same way he’d done back in Maintown when he’d helped me heal that human. The sensation of his soul brushing against mine sent a thrill through my body, and I was suddenly awash in Iannis’s desire for me. I could feel how hungry he was, how his body ached to be joined to mine. But even more important was his desire to please me, to watch me tremble and gasp, and to know he was the cause of every sound of pleasure that sprang from my lips.

His fingers slid against my sweet spot again, and the scent of magic teased my nostrils. I cried out as an explosion of exquisite sensation filled me, clinging to him tightly as whatever he did triggered the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I was utterly alive, ever single fiber of my body lit with glorious flame as pleasure rippled through me.

Gasping, I went limp in his arms as the wave finally receded. I shivered as he trailed hot kisses up my neck and across my jaw again, my body still aching for more despite the release.

“What…what the hell was that?” I managed as he nibbled on my earlobe, fingers still working inside me.

“Magic,” he said, his lips curving against my skin as he sensed my shock. “What, it never occurred to you that a mage could use his power to enhance his woman’s pleasure?”

“Sex and spellcraft don’t usually go together in my mind,” I said breathlessly, arching my hips against his hand.

Iannis chuckled, his violet eyes glittering as he pulled back to look at me. “They will by the time I’m done here tonight.”

I gasped as his power filled me again, bracing myself for another explosion. Instead, he only enhanced my need, increasing the tingles running through my veins, the heat flushing my skin, the swollen ache between my thighs until I writhed beneath his fingers, mindless with need. He held me at the brink of orgasm for a long time, then released me just when I was on the verge of punching him. My cries of pleasure echoed in the night as pleasure ripped through me again, leaving me breathless and shaking.

“Now,” he growled, pushing my legs apart. His arousal brushed against my center, and I hissed as my inner muscles clenched with need. How could I still be so hungry, after he’d already given me so much pleasure?

But I was hungry, and I knew I wouldn’t be sated until we went all the way. I gripped his hips, urging him forward, and he laughed as he buried himself completely inside me. We moaned in unison at the instant rush of pleasure, and I instinctively clamped my legs around him, drawing his body tight against me. My lips sought his as he began a slow, steady rhythm, and I lifted my hips to meet his, thrust for thrust. As equals.

Our bodies trembled with the effort of holding back, the desire to savor our first time greater than our need for completion. But instinct eventually won out, and Iannis’s thrusts came faster, harder, deeper. Our souls were still joined, doubling the pleasure for both of us, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders to try and find purchase in this crazy, relentless storm of sensation.

“More,” I demanded, arching into him. He used his magic on me, intensifying the pleasure of each thrust, turning me absolutely molten with need. When I came again, the rush of euphoria was so intense I was, for a moment, without sight or sound. There were only the waves of fierce, almost violently pleasurable sensation, followed by the sweetest relief I’d ever experienced.

I felt Iannis’s body stiffen against mine, sight and sound coming back as he surged deep inside me with a groan. He buried his face in my hair, shuddering as he came, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as he rode it out, savoring his orgasm as it rippled through my own body. And as I stroked his trembling back, I knew I would never let him go, no matter what life decided to throw at us next.





24





“So you still won’t agree to marry me?” Iannis demanded, sounding highly offended.

I rolled over to face him, smiling at the confounded look on his face. We’d spent the night on the beach, unwilling to stop touching each other long enough to move and find a better spot. There was sand in my hair and ingrained into every inch of my skin, and I felt way too fantastic to care. A night of hot sex could do that to a girl, especially if it was with the right guy.

And boy, did I have the right guy.

“You don’t have to look so insulted about it,” I said, cupping his cheek with my left hand, then dropping a light kiss on his nose. “Remember, marriage is forever. A long time for me, and even longer for you.”

“And here I thought you were the impulsive one.” He sighed, passing his hand through his dark red hair. “I know it is forever, Sunaya. That’s the whole point. Of course, if you need more time to think about it, we could stay here a while longer. This is the first time in weeks we have a chance to talk without constant interruptions.”

“Yes,” I murmured. “I’ve missed you. A few stolen minutes here and there aren’t enough as your apprentice, let alone your lover.”

He smiled. “The last few weeks were far from normal, and you know it.” He looked around the beach. “After last night, I find myself developing a fondness for this deserted island.” He cupped a hand between my legs. “If you are only willing to be with me here, I guess we’ll have to stay longer. As long as it takes for you to agree.”