My One and Only (Bewitched and Bewildered #10)(31)

She rolled him onto his back and straddled him her black dress riding up to rest on her thighs.

He smiled up at her. She huffed. He still looked playful. Throwing caution to the wind she pulled her dress up over her head and threw it on the ground. She reached behind her and released the clasp to her bra letting it fall beside them. She cupped her breasts and offered them to him.

His expression darkened and he looked up at her with hooded eyes. "What do you want of me?" he asked, raising up so that he held his upper body off the bed with his core strength alone. With his hands free he was able to trace her collarbones gently.

"Just you Micah. I want my mate without the smile. I want you at your worst so that you know, no matter what, I will always want you."

He snapped his fingers and she felt a warm stream of air around her wrists. Slowly her arms were pulled over her head and she was lifted off the platform until her toes barely scraped the covers. She was suspended but wasn't being pulled down by her own body weight. It was as if the air cradled her in place for his perusal.

"Micah?" she asked, as he rose to his knees loosening his tie.

"Only you can see me like this," he whispered.

Wordlessly he finished undressing and dropped his clothes to the floor. He knelt before her completely nude and she couldn't help but stare, he was absolute beauty personified. He wasn't tall like Etain or broad like Grant and Declan. It was as if every square inch of him was designed with perfection in mind. He had a slight golden undertone to his skin that looked like a permanent tan. His chest, arms and legs were covered in a thin layer of light brown hair and his shoulders were broad without being wide. Her eyes traveled downward and it got even better, his abdomen was cut and each muscle defined with gentle dips and ridges. She looked at his face, it was her favorite part of his body. "You are without a doubt the most stunning creature I have ever seen. Men like you must have inspired Michelangelo and encouraged the existence of demigods."

He gave her a wolfish grin. "That beautiful compliment earned you a treat."

"Treat?" she asked as he slid her panties down her hips and pulled them free.

Gently her legs were pulled apart and he ran his tongue along the seam her folds made. "Micah," she breathed.

He dipped his tongue between her folds and found her clit. He suckled the tiny nub lazily. She felt her body begin to tighten.

"Micah!" she called out urgently, trying to twist her body so she could increase the friction. He was slowly driving her crazy.

His hands came up and he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks to hold her still. She felt her legs begin to shake and when he surprised her by biting down gently on her clit she flew apart.

"One," he said leaning back a satisfied look on his face.

"Oh gods," she croaked.

He winked. "Maybe just us demigods."

She thought now that her 'treat' was over he would lower her to the platform. She was shocked when his body rose to meet hers midair. He wrapped her legs around his waist and buried his face between her neck and shoulder.

"My one and only," he said softly.

"Make love to me Micah," she begged. "I need to feel my mate."

He pulled back and cupped her face with his hands. "I wish we could freeze time and stay in this moment forever."

She flexed her legs and rubbed her dripping core over his stomach. "If we are to freeze time, I'd rather you be inside of me for that lasting moment," she teased.

He chuckled. "Never say I don't give you what you ask for," he warned. He reached between them and guided his hot length between her slick folds. With a snap of his hips he drove himself deep inside of her.

"Yes!" she hissed.

He was relentless as he set the pace. She struggled at her air bonds and her hands were released. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

Defying gravity, Micah made love to her as if desperation fueled his efforts. As the pleasure built between them she suddenly began to see fragments of moments.

Her laughing as he spilled his basket of fries on the floor giving her a pouty face. Him hiding in the shower to scare the hell out of her when she went pee. Lazy mornings eating breakfast in bed. Her throwing paint brushes at him in frustration while decorating their home. The look on his face when the pregnancy stone glowed amber. And making love. Thousands of moments of them making love compiled into one experience.

As he thrust for the last time roaring his release, she simply shattered as pleasure consumed her. Their souls rose up and whirled together, each holding a tiny piece of magic. When they settled into their bodies she could not only feel Micah, but also a bit of his air magic as well.

She tried to even her breathing but couldn't. She was sobbing but it was from pure happiness. What she saw, what they experienced could only be described as spiritual. Under her hands Micah shook as his hot tears trailed down her neck.

Slowly they drifted down to the swinging bed.

"I am never letting you go," he said sounding choked up.

"Well you'll have to eventually, especially if we're going to clean up," she said running her hands through his hair.

He pulled from her body and they both groaned. Every single nerve ending was still vibrating. His arms trembled then collapsed leaving him face down in the mattress beside her.

"Can you breathe?" she asked.