Page 17 of The Banshee’s Unmistakable Love

I plant my hands on either side of her shoulders, taking deep breaths while memorizing the beautiful sight beneath me. Her fluttering eyelashes, her flushed face, then the most relaxed, loose smile I’ve ever seen her don.

“Zander, are you secretly a wizard and never told me?” she asks breathlessly.

I can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous—but cute—question. “If I am, I only gain my magic from being with you.”

Her gaze lands on me as she settles from her orgasm, but there’s something different in her eyes. Something darker, hungrier. The most monstrous her gaze has ever been…and it’s making my cock ache for her.

That’s up to her though; I won’t ask for anything in return. I wouldn’t dream of it. This is all at her pace, whatever that may be. Whatever she wants to experience, we will experience.

She pushes herself up with her elbows, and I move back to give her room to sit up. As she shifts position, she places a hand gently on my chest, guiding me to step backward.

I follow her lead until she slides off the bed and we’re standing a foot apart. She lets her hand slide down my chest, fingertips sending tingles through my core. When she reaches my waist, her other hand joins the action.

The zipper goes down, and with one quick motion, my pants fall to my ankles. I kick them off and away, and Briar wastes no time. Her palm cups my cock through my boxers, applying small amounts of pressure as she explores.

“You don’t have to.” I only want her to do what she’s comfortable with.

She looks up at me through a curtain of long, dark eyelashes, continuing to fondle me. “I want to.” Her hands move to the waistband of my boxers where she hooks her fingers over the edge and slides the fabric down. Slowly. So, so slowly.

The look in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

My tongue feels too thick to speak and my dick throbs, springing free as my boxers are dragged below it. Unlike my pants, she guides my boxers all the way down until she’s resting on her knees in front of me.

The connection I have with her soul only makes my desire for her stronger. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. No one could make me feel the way she does.

Her delicate hands circle my shaft, and she glides them up and down, slowly pumping me. She may be on her knees, but I am at her mercy.

“I haven’t done any of this before, so tell me I do something wrong.” Her voice is nervous, even though her touch isn’t.

I nod, running my hand over her soft hair. “I don’t think you could, love, but I will.”

She moves her head, her tongue darting out to lick my tip. It sends an intense, brief wave of pleasure through me, starting at my core and traveling all the way to my brain.

“And, just like you said to me…” She takes the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before sucking her way off of it. “Tell me when you like something.”

Holy hell, she’s perfect.

Which I already knew, but I didn’t know perfect could get more…well, perfect.

Before I can say anything else, she’s taking me between her soft lips. The sight of her purple lips sealing around my cock as she takes more into her mouth nearly makes me lose it on the spot. She places her hands on my thighs, letting her mouth do all the work as she bobs her head.

My fingers slide over her scalp, and I let them stay there, moving with her motions. “Fuck, Briar…you don’t know what you do to me.”

The way her tongue swirls around me and she increases her suction tells me that I’m dead wrong. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I tilt my head down—I don’t even know when I tilted it back—and watch her. She keeps going, reaching nearly my base and sending waves of pleasure through my bones.

Her eyes flick up, and the violet irises seem darker than usual. She slows, keeping her eyes locked onto mine. As I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, the words get stuck in my throat.

Her jaw expands like it did at the top of the Ferris wheel, giving her more room. She takes all of me—all of me—deep into her throat. Her lips curve around my balls, and her tongue moves against them in a way unlike anything I’ve felt before.

“That,” I moan, my mind going blank for a moment. “You are magic.”

Swallowing over and over, her throat tightens around me, squeezing, teasing. That, paired with the way her tongue caresses my balls, is enough to send me over the edge.

Her nails dig into my thighs and she closes her eyes, not stopping the magic she’s working on my dick. My body tingles everywhere as my orgasm takes over. I want to say something, anything, but all I can think of, all I can feel, is pure pleasure.

Pleasure given to me by the love of my life.