Magic Trials (Half-Blood Academy #1)(33)

Man, I didn’t want to leave this realty. I didn’t want to wake up from it.

“Thank you for listening to me,” I said. “I’ve been whining a lot lately, which isn’t my usual style. From now on, I won’t bitch. Ever. I’ll stay positive for you.”

Mostly for my own sanity.

“That’s my lamb,” he said in approval as his eyes grew hooded from desire.

His mouth slanted onto mine.

He’d held back for so long to listen to my problems. A good man was rare these days, so I needed to cherish him.

But at this point, we both needed some hot, naked action.

His large hands roved over my sides, moving up my chest. I moaned against his lips when his palm cupped my swelling breast.

His tongue thrust through my parted lips, sweeping over my hard palate.

Pleasure buzzed all over me in tingling sensations.

My tongue caught his, tangling in an elegant, intriguing dance.

It felt so natural being with this gorgeous, winged being this way. Like we were meant to be together.

He let out a low groan, tearing his lips from me. His sapphire eyes shone brightly, filled with starlight. “You’re the only woman I can touch, even in a dream,” he said gently yet full of awe. “But even if I could touch another, I’d rather have you here in my dreams than any other woman in real life.”

How could he have a real life? He was a fabricated character in my fantasy. But I had no time to dwell on logic while I was busy pulling him back toward me as I threaded my fingers into his lush hair.

I didn’t want him to escape.

“Aren’t you possessive and impatient tonight, lamb?” he chuckled, his voice husky and so sexy it sent liquid fire licking between my thighs.

“I want to touch you everywhere at once, lamb, and I don’t even know where to begin,” he said, his French accent thickening with lust. “You set my cock on fire.”

Hell have mercy!

I crushed my lips against his.

Our tongues entwined, dueled, and danced.

A firestorm burned through us both, connecting us.

His hand moved down, tracing my warm skin. Pleasure stoked more flames within me at his every hungry stroke.

I rocked my ass against his erection.

A rough groan sounded from the back of his throat.

“I never knew touching a woman could be so delicious and addictive,” he said. “You’ll be my woman forever, lamb.”

He heaved me up with one hand, and his finger rubbed my sex back and forth before sliding between my folds.

I leaned back to give him more room to play with me. Here in this beautiful dreamscape, I’d let him do anything to me.

His finger thrust slowly into me as he studied my reaction intently, like I was his new addiction—his whole world.

My inner walls clenched around his finger.

“It feels so good.” I threw my head back and moaned. “And don’t stop. Never stop.”

He thrust deeper into me.

In and out and in with a smooth rhythm.

It didn’t take long for him to insert a second finger into my tight channel and thrust more urgently.

I cried out as pleasure blasted through me, lighting up my every cell.

I wanted this mystical man more than anything.

I wanted his cock to replace his fingers so I could ride every inch of its hard length.

I propelled my hips forward to ride his fingers first, and he let out a string of lustful curses.

Unable to rein himself in any longer, the sexy hunk dropped his trousers, and I looked down at his cock—smooth, tanned, and huge. It was the most striking sight.

For a second, I hesitated. Would it fit? He was so big and I was tight.

I shook my head, determined not to worry about his size. We could make anything happen because everything could work in a dream.

I planted my hands on his shoulders and rubbed my sex along his hard length.

“Do you want my cock, lamb?” he asked.

He’d observed my every move in fascination, but the hungry way I stared at his manhood brought a smile of utter male satisfaction to his gorgeous face.

“More than anything,” I purred breathlessly.

I hadn’t known that I had this sultry side in me. I could be full of surprises, and this time it was in a good way.

An animalistic groan rumbled from his chest, arousing me even more.

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me up as if I were feather light. He placed his steel rod between my thighs and pushed me down.

I glided down and he thrust up, until we completely joined.

We then remained still, savoring and celebrating this incredible feeling of intimacy and connection.

He started moving slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

I lost patience first. I wanted more of him—all of him. I heaved my hips up and down, sliding along his rock-hard length. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but it felt right, and we both panted in pleasure.

Bliss darkened his sapphire eyes, and unbridled lust twisted his face.

He gripped my hip with one hand as he thrust into me, faster and faster; his other hand buried into my lavender hair.

“Let me do the work and pleasure you, lamb.” He breathed into my lips. “You just enjoy. I need to take care of you.”

He bucked his powerful hips up and thrust deeper into me, his raw sexual need slamming into me, grinding me.