Cruel Magic (Royals of Villain Academy #1)(60)

A sharper heat was kindling low in my belly. Maybe I didn’t have a whole lot of experience in this area, but I knew that sensation. I wanted him, simple as that, insane as it might seem.

Pros and cons, I thought automatically, and whimpered as his thumbs swiveled over the peaks of my breasts with a heady spark of sensation. Pros…

Fuck it. It was simple, simple and straight-forward. I wanted him, he wanted me, and I could already tell how good it would feel. No promises, no expectations like I’d had last time. Just whatever it was in the moment, without any strings attached.

Could I have asked for a scenario more perfect, really? Tomorrow if I crossed paths with this man he’d pretend nothing had happened between us, but I’d pretend it too. It’d be a secret we shared together. Completely the opposite of the jerk who’d discarded me without warning like a piece of trash.

I yanked at Connar’s shirt, and he leaned back so I could peel it off him. The sight of his naked torso up close made my mouth water. I took it in, resting my hands against his ridged abdomen and drawing them up his body to his pecs. Then I flexed my hips to sink deeper into his lap. His chest hitched at the same time mine did when the bulge in his pants met my core. The pang of need that shot through me then was nothing short of ecstatic.

“Rory,” Connar said roughly, and tugged my mouth back to his. We kissed, wild and hungry, and then he stripped off my shirt and bra in a couple of brisk motions. The cooling evening air teased over my breasts. He gazed down at them, flicking one of my nipples with a jolt of pleasure and smiling when it perked up even more.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said. He cupped that breast and lowered his mouth to it.

I tried to suppress a moan as his attentions sent a surge of bliss through my chest. I didn’t know if anyone else was down by the lake, but a loud enough sound could travel all the way to the dock.

Connar sucked my nipple harder into his mouth, and I decided I didn’t care who heard. I dug my fingers into the short but soft strands of his hair and arched my back to meet him.

He lay me on the ground with a murmur that spread a cushiony feeling beneath me. The wonders of magic. It occurred to me to question where he’d learned that trick and who else he might have used it with, but I shoved those thoughts away.

He was with me right now. He was looking at me as if he’d never wanted anyone more.

Connar hooked his fingers into the waist of my pants. His voice came out thick with desire. “I want to worship you, Princess Bloodstone.”

I nodded, only half understanding what he meant but happy to take anything he’d offer when he said it like that. He slid my pants and panties down together and bent over me, kissing my belly, the dip just below my navel, and finally the sensitive center of my core.

My hips jerked up with a gasp at the brilliant pulse of pleasure. Connar stroked my thigh and brought his mouth to me again.

The heat of his breath and the movements of his tongue sent flash after flash of ecstasy through me, building into a heady flame that simply burned on and on. It flickered hotter and sharper as his tongue dipped right inside me. He grazed his teeth over my clit and then sucked hard, and I burst with a cry I couldn’t restrain, bucking against his mouth.

Bliss washed over me, but the release didn’t delve quite deep enough. I grasped Connar’s shoulder to urge him up my body. “Please.”

The mumbled request lit a fire in his eyes. He kicked off his slacks and boxers in two seconds flat. But he took his time easing down over me, one arm braced next to me, the other hand caressing my cheek.

All the concerns that had been drilled into my head woke up. “Do we have to worry about—”

He shook his head with a grin and wiggled his fingers. “Magic. I’ll look after you.”

After the way he already had, I believed him. He kissed me hard on the mouth and on the corner of my jaw. His cock slid against my core, and I raised my hips to meet him. With a breathless murmur that sent a faint tingling through me, he gripped my thigh and dove into me.

“Fuck,” I said at the blaze of pleasure that came with him. He filled me with a delicious burn.

He laughed raggedly and kissed me. “Fuck, yes, absolutely.” Then he was pulling back and plunging into me again, and both of us lost even that limited vocabulary.

I rocked up to meet him, clutching his arm, stroking his dampening chest, lost in the feel of him inside me and over me. Connar groaned and thrust faster. My second climax swelled with a quivering like magic all through my nerves.

His lips crashed against mine, and his cock pushed deeper than ever before. I clenched around him. Ecstasy swept through me, curling my toes, sizzling through my mind.

For one instant, as he made a choked sound and followed me over, not even the cliff or the lake or the ground beneath me existed. Only Connar and me.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Connar





Nestled against me, her head tucked under my chin, Rory’s body felt so delicate it sent a weirdly thrilling pang through my chest. She wasn’t fragile—I’d seen plenty of evidence of her incredible strength—and I wouldn’t have wanted her to lose that toughness. But she’d let down her guard with me, out of everyone she could have turned to. She’d let me in both emotionally and in ways that made my groin stir at the memory.

It was a brand-new sensation, one that left me a little short of breath. Alongside the exhilaration, I couldn’t help wondering how long this could possibly last.