Page 48 of The Banshee and the Warlock

He closes the door behind him and seals it with a quick spell. "Believe me, I wanted to." He steps closer and pulls me into his arms. "We don't have to leave until the morning."

"I hope you don't plan on sleeping much," I murmur against his lips.

"Not even a little." He kisses me deeply, unrestrained desire pouring from him in waves and permeating every part of me.

I pull away, but only so I can unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor.

"I was planning on doing that," Cethin says, his eyes flashing purple.

"I'm saving time," I respond, already a little breathless just from the way he's looking at me. I drop my bra to the floor and push down my skirt and panties, only realising once I do that this is the first time he's seen me naked.

I expect to feel exposed, or like I'm revealing something I shouldn't, but that's far from the way I'm feeling right now.

I sit on the bed, enjoying the way he's watching me, feeling desired beyond any measure I've ever felt. I didn't know I could feel like this, but I do.

Cethin seems to break out of a haze and strips off his clothes, coming to join me. I stare at his bare chest, reaching out to run my fingers over the dark grey skin. He doesn't say anything as I explore further down, finding his cock already hard and ready.

I run my fingers over him, exploring each of the ridges and grooves. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how they felt inside me, and what it would be like to feel them again.

Cethin lets out a low groan.

I continue my exploration, seeming to find a particularly sensitive spot.

"You're going to have to stop that," he murmurs.

"This?" I ask with as much innocence as I can, repeating the motion as I do.

A low growl rips from his throat. "Anja."

"Yes?" I bite my lip, knowing exactly why he's saying my name.

"I need you."

I suck in a sharp breath and pull my hand away, nodding.

I lean in and brush my lips against his. He tangles his hand in my hair and draws me closer, deepening the kiss and leaving no doubt about how much he wants me. Not that I had any. He's made it very clear how he feels, and I have every intention of making the most of it.

He breaks the kiss and reaches to the side. For a moment, I'm confused about what he's doing until he shows me the condom packet.

I bite my lip and nod even as he opens the packet and rolls it onto himself.

I don't give him time to do anything else and straddle him, reaching down to guide his cock into me. I sink onto him and gasp at the way he fills me. I can feel every inch of him, and every ridge. I start to move, but only slowly. Otherwise, I think I might explode from the pressure. The release is already building within me, desperate to get free.

Cethin places his hands on my hips to guide me, but I don't manage to maintain concentration for long enough to build up a steady rhythm.

He shifts and flips us over so I'm lying beneath him. His eyes glow even deeper purple than I think I've ever seen before. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a loud groan at just how well he fills me.

He starts moving with an almost punishing speed, as if he's desperate to have me. I can feel that same need growing inside me.

My vision goes unfocused, and all I can concentrate on is the feel of his body against mine and the way we fit together.

"Not yet," I murmur as my release threatens to tip over the edge.

Cethin manages to let out a throaty laugh. "I can..." He trails off, but I can feel the tingle of his magic where his hand brushes against my leg. I don't need to ask him what he's done. I can feel the release building higher within me but not taking over, letting me enjoy it for longer.

My whole body is kind of fuzzy in the best possible way. I rake my nails down his back, and he lets out a low growl, the sound vibrating through me and only sending me higher until I can't take any more.

"Now," I whisper. "Please."