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“Me?” I chuckle, dark and low. “You are the one full of mystery and endless surprises.”
“Am I?”
She reaches up and runs her fingers along my jawline, magic sparking from her fingertips as she does. I can feel that song within her, witch and demon both, calling me, sucking me in. Her lips brush against mine, soft as a feather. Then her tongue darts in, teasing, tantalizing.
I grab her by both arms and lift her onto the balcony railing, letting out a growl as she wraps her long legs around me. She puts her arms around my neck, one hand winding into my hair and tugging it. My dick goes rock hard in an instant, and Luciana lets out a whimper as it presses against her thighs.
My fingers tear open the ties on the silk robe, which flutters open like a dark flower unfurling. A stretch of Luciana’s skin reveals itself to me. The way the silk drapes over the curves of her breasts, one nipple hidden, one peeking out, is wildly alluring. The tip of my cock teases the entrance to Luciana’s sex. She’s already so wet. Another growl reverberates through my chest.
When I thrust into her, our cries ring out into the dark sky. I keep my hands wrapped around her back, as she’s literally sitting on the precipice of the balcony railing. One wrong move and we’re going over the edge. The danger heightens each moment, sends an extra spike of pleasure through my body.
I pull out and then slide in again, fast and hard. Luciana gasps and her legs tighten around me. Her tongue twists around mine and my head swims with magic. I pick up the pace, swiveling my hips in rhythm, moving in and out of her slickness as her cries ring out against my lips. I move my lips to the side of her neck, burying my face in her hair as I drive into her over and over.
Luciana starts to shudder, clinging even more tightly to me. One of her hands twists into my hair, and the other digs into my back as her moans grow louder. I can feel my own climax growing, an inevitable wave of bliss called forth by her wicked song, that magic she’s wrapping around me. I may be penetrating her physically, but she’s the one who’s entered me, in each cell of my body, down to my core. I drive into her, faster, harder…
When she screams and convulses against me, I let my own orgasm break loose. I yell and crush her against me, keeping her close so we don’t fall over the edge. She trembles as the last waves of pleasure move through her body, then I lift her off the railing and we sink to the stone tiles, sprawling naked on the floor.
I pull Luciana onto my chest and she slides her arm behind my head to cradle it from the hard stone. We’re both still breathing heavily. Her hair falls across me, smelling like honeysuckle, and the scent of our sex spikes the air, too. The flames from the fire bowl cast flickering shadows over us.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” Luciana whispers, tracing one fingertip over my chest, along my tattoo.
“We are definitely explosive together.” I kiss her hair, then her forehead, then her lips, watching the shadows and firelight move across her skin.
We lay like that for several minutes, and then I ask, “Are you hungry?”
Luciana looks over at me. “Maybe just a bit.”
“Okay. I can take care of that.”
I get up and pull her to her feet, then lead her back to my room. It’s a massive space with a huge four-poster bed framing one wall alongside a roaring fireplace that’s open to my library on the other side. Opposite the bed and the fireplace are two doors, one leading to my closets and dressing room, and the other to my bathroom, an echoing space filled with Italian marble and a glass shower.
“Make yourself at home,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few.”
I head downstairs to the kitchen. As I approach it, I can hear my cell phone ringing from where I’d dropped my pants in the foyer when we came inside. I ignore it, striding into the kitchen. I pull a few things out of the fridge, cheese and fruit and some little pastries my chef had left in there for me.
When my phone rings again, I sigh and retrieve it from the foyer. It’s Caspian, unsurprisingly. I don’t answer it, swiping to send it to voicemail. When I scroll through my notifications, I can see he’s called three times and texted about a dozen. Nothing important, just demanding to know why I left the party early. I type a quick reply—I’m busy—and then turn my phone on silent.
I send a quick shimmer of magic over the house so I don’t have any unexpected guests tonight, then I grab the tray of food I’d prepared and head back upstairs. Caspian is clearly having a meltdown because I’m ignoring him. He doesn’t even need me for anything tonight, he’s just mad because I’m not around to do his bidding. I’ve dealt with his antics in a begrudging but loyal fashion over the years, a price I have to pay for my family, the only family I have left.
But tonight, doing what I feel like doing when I feel like doing it—being free of expectation and commitment—it’s amazing. And I’m not going to let my brother ruin that.
There will be a price to pay, of that I have no doubt. But I’ll face the consequences of my rebellion tomorrow.
