That I could sense her own mounting need only intensified the experience, urging me to take what I wanted, to indulge in the forbidden fantasies lurking between us.
Her heels dug into my ass, demanding action. My lips hovered close to her breasts, my forehead still against her collarbone.
And then she moaned.
The sound went straight to my groin, wrapping around my cock and giving it a figurative stroke that removed reason from my thoughts.
I wanted her.
She wanted me.
We were consenting adults.
This is going to happen.
A forbidden blanket swathed us in a cocoon of lust and illicit cravings, my mind running rampant with all the ways I wantedto take her. But first, like this, with my cock buried deep between her thighs.
I kissed her again, my tongue spearing her mouth, my resolve crumbling into dust.
She welcomed me with a sweet, needy noise.
And the rest of our clothes disappeared with a muttered spell under my breath.
“Oh,” she marveled as the magic shimmered over her skin. She arched into me, her hot pussy welcoming my dick in a wet kiss.
“Last chance, Aflora,” I warned her, my shaft sliding through her damp folds.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, just as I’d taught her in our dreams.
Because I loved those two words from her lips.
She made them sound so inappropriate, thus serving as a reminder of how wrong this was between us and inviting my darker instincts out to play.
I wanted to do wicked things to her.
Teach her how to fuck in the best ways.
Explore every inch of her.
Degrade her.
Claim her.
Fucking mark her.
Fuck, I was so hard it almost hurt. Every part of me ached to finish this, to make her mine, to claim her so resolutely that no one else could ever satisfy her again.
“Please,” she breathed. “Take me, Kols. I need this. I needyou.” The plea in her voice sliced through the final barrier between us, snapping my control in half.
I slammed home inside her, a jolt of electricity zipping up and down my spine. Fuck, I’d never felt so connected to a woman. Her sensations were mine and mine were hers, onlyheightening the experience and spurring us onward into a wicked dance between skin and spirit.
She screamed as I plunged in and out of her, driving us both into a frenzy of pants and ecstasy that I felt sure everyone on campus had to feel. Because our powers were mingling once more, her gift weaving with mine in an intoxicating manner that I couldn’t escape from.
Dangerous.
Must. Stop.
Can’t.
