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“Come, Calliope. I want to taste more of this sweetness.”
The hunger in his words and the eagerness with which he set to suckling her banished her worries, wiping her mind clean. Every care vanished in a blinding flash of pleasure as his wicked tongue brought the tension in her belly to climax.
Her shout echoed through the bathing room, coming back to play around her ears as his fingers worked into her pulsing sheath. Calliope could feel her slickness dripping onto the hand he worked between her legs, but shame was the furthest thing from her mind as her body began the climb toward the brink once again.
She pushed against him, spreading herself wide to the tongue he continued to flick against her sensitized flesh. Within a few seconds she was breathless again, head thrown back, breasts arched toward the ceiling as her body tightened and her head swam.
“Again, Calliope. Come for me again. I want to watch your—”
“Aaron!” She gasped for air as her body clamped down with spine-bowing intensity on the thick fingers inside her.
She trembled and shook and clutched at his hair as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them once again with his mouth, lapping at her cream with a fervor that left no doubt that he had a passion for the work.
“I want you. Please, inside me.” She tugged at his hair, knowing she would die if he brought her to the edge again without him inside her.
Never had she ached for a man like this. Making love with Aaron would put the awkward, hurried couplings she’d shared with Jamie to shame.
You won’t even remember Jamie’s name. This man is your destiny, your love, the liberator of your magic and your heart.
Calliope’s eyes flew open.
No! It couldn’t be! But the word liberation was too much of a coincidence and this sudden explosive chemistry with a stranger was odd to say the least.
What if what she felt for Aaron, and what he felt for her, wasn’t real? What if this passion was the side effect of her spell, another case of her magic running amok?
Before she could warn Aaron of her fears, he was out of the bath, pressing her back onto the tiles. Her legs were already spread wide and he settled easily between them, his cock butting up against her entrance before she had time to fully prepare herself.
“Calliope,” he cried out as he thrust inside her.
Calliope gasped at the way he filled her, stretching her to the point of discomfort, but the discomfort only lasted a moment. Within seconds, she had adjusted to accommodate his girth and pain was the furthest thing from her mind. He slid his wide hands beneath her shoulders and bottom, cushioning her from the floor, taking the weight of their bodies as he glided in and out.
Soon there was nothing but pleasure, nothing but the bliss of Aaron’s cock tunneling in and out of her core, his chest hot and heavy over hers, his strong arms cradling her as they mated with increasing abandon. He kissed her again as he worked between her legs, faster and faster. The taste of her on his lips made her wild. She pulled him tightly to her, plunging her tongue into his mouth, meeting his thrusts with her own.
“I want more of you. I don’t ever want to stop,” he growled against her lips.
She made a sound of protest as he withdrew from her body, but eagerly followed his lead as he pulled her to her feet and guided her down onto her belly on the nearby couch. She felt his heat behind her almost instantly and tilted her hips to aid his entry.
He thrust back into her with one swift, deep stroke, bringing with him a feeling of completion, safety, and peace unlike anything she had ever known.
“Aaron.” She whispered his name like a prayer, but she had never felt more wonderfully sinful than she did at that moment. The knowledge that he couldn’t see her face eliminated the last of her restraint and she fearlessly followed her wildest urges.
She arched back into his thrusts, shamelessly tilting her hips and bucking back into him until the flesh on her bottom rippled. But still she pushed harder, rising onto her hands and knees, delighting when his strong hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. She could feel her face twisted with carnal hunger, but she didn’t care, didn’t care about anything but taking her lover to the edge and freefalling beside him.
“God, sweet, I’m going to come. I want you to—”
Calliope drowned out his words with her cry. Her body contracted with a beautiful violence, trapping Aaron inside her as his cock began to pulse. He called her name and thrust even more deeply, so that she felt the tip of his shaft butting up against the end of her, jerking softly in a way that was almost enough to bring her over again.
Finally, when the waves began to abate, he collapsed on top of her, but his weight was comforting, not stifling. She luxuriated in the feeling of his hard body pressed so intimately to hers and his softening cock still buried inside her, no longer able to remember what it was that had worried her before.
It was probably nothing of such great importance.
“I’ve never felt like that before,” Aaron said, his voice as soft as the kiss he pressed to her cheek. “You have liberated me.”
Liberated. There it was again, that sentiment that brought all of her concerns rushing back. She had wanted her freedom from imprisonment, but surely there was no way her magic could have interpreted that to mean that the king should fall madly in lust with her?
Could it? It didn’t make sense.
Of course, her magic had a way of twisting her words to suit its own purposes.
