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“Oh…sweet…spirits,” I stuttered.

His fingers dipped lower and glided through the wetness that had been steadily building between my legs.

“Rook,” I whispered.

He swirled his fingertips around, and my body tensed all over, but not in a bad way. Drawing his fingers up once more to the sensitive area he first found, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from pushing harder into his hand. Each little swirl of his finger loosened the grip I had on my own senses and the power that was steadily building. To lose control of either was dangerous, but to lose control of both was deadly. I should tell him to stop.

I opened my mouth to say the words, but nothing came out.

“Do you like that?” he asked, before his lips found my neck and his teeth grazed the skin.

“Aye,” I said, then whimpered as his finger slipped a little bit into my body. “Oh…aye.”

“That’s it, Elewyen. Let yourself go,” Rook said.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I found myself moving my hips around and trying to get to some destination that my body was leading me to.

“Fuck, yes. You’re so fucking sexy when you whimper like that. Do it again for me. Whimper for me,” he said, and right away, a whimper that ended in a moan left my mouth. “Yeah, I like that. I like hearing you cry out.”

His fingers were getting bolder, and soon it felt like his entire finger was sliding into my body.

“Say, fuck yes, for me,” Rook whispered in my ear.

I would say whatever he wanted so long as he didn’t stop.

“Feck yes,” I cried out as he continued to massage the little spot that made me want to jump out of my skin. My fists clenched as I panted harder.

“You’re so sexy, and I’m so fucking hard,” he said, and his finger pressed harder into my body, making me cry out. “Yes, that’s it,” Rook growled against the pounding pulse in my neck.

I didn’t know what he meant by hard, but there was no time to ask or care.

I bucked up hard with my ass as the pressure became so intense that I could no longer hold still. The magic that had been whipping around the room and warming my skin as it licked past tightened like a rope around my body. A part of my brain screamed that this should be scary, but the rest of me wasn’t listening.

Rook growled in my ear as what felt like multiple fingers were now working their way in and out of me in time to my own movements.

“Come for me, Elewyen. Let your body go and come for me,” Rook commanded, his voice deep and rough.

My movements became more erratic as my body raced toward something that I was desperately after. My power pushed out of the cage I kept it tightly locked in, and the room filled with a soft green light, but I had no control to pull it back. Instead, my back arched off the bed, and Rook covered my mouth with his in a kiss that swallowed my scream. I’d never felt anything so powerful. Pleasure ripped through my body in waves as strong as the ocean’s tide.

With every movement his fingers made, the pleasure continued on. The power I’d been so worried about escaping swirled and entwined with either his power or the spell that was the connection. Soft green and cool white whipped around the room until they were moving so quickly that it was like the two had become one. Rook growled loudly into my mouth as the power wrapped tightly around our bodies and then pressed inward like it was physically trying to join us together.

Not so very long ago I would’ve fought it or tried to slow it down at the very least, but nothing was stopping this. I screamed again as an even larger crippling storm of pleasure pushed me over a steep cliff that instinctively I knew there was no coming back from.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Fuck me, Elewyen, I want you so bad,” Rook growled out, but I was too lost in my own floating bliss to understand why he was yelling.

My body slumped down onto the bed. I felt Rook roll onto his back. Then the blankets disappeared.

“Look what you do to me,” he said.

My head felt heavy as it lulled to the side, but my eyes went wide as I stared at his hand.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” Rook’s eyes found mine, and there was a hungry desperation in them. “I have to do this or I’m going to do something I shouldn’t. My control is hanging by a thread.”

I pushed myself up to get a better look at what he was doing, and if it weren’t for the floating cloud that I was riding on, I would’ve jumped from the bed. Instead, the explosive pleasure he'd just given me seemed to be encouraging me to continue to watch. Rook’s pants were pulled down, and for the first time up close, I saw what a man’s peen looked like.

It was like a giant snake attached to his body. I couldn’t look away as his hand stroked the length of the shaft at a fast pace. Arms weak, I managed to push myself closer and stared in wonder at Rook. Every muscle in his body was flexed and on display. His face looked like he was angry or in pain, but I knew it was pleasure that had his jaw clenching tight as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes.

There was something entirely too mesmerizing about watching him stroke himself. To see him give himself pleasure made me lick my lips. I wanted to know what it was like to give him that look.