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“Fuck. Condom.”
I’ve seen enough movies at this point to know what he’s talking about, and I’m glad one of us is thinking. In Fairy, they use magic and potions to keep from getting pregnant, but I don’t have the ability to keep that from happening. Rhys walks over to the desk, giving me the chance to admire the muscled length of his thighs and his backside. This man is sinful.
I’m momentarily derailed by my own body. I’m laid out on the tiny couch in his office, with the door probably unlocked and I don’t even care. My breasts are tiny at best. I’ve put on a little weight since I’ve started living with Ruby, but I know there aren’t many curves to grab hold of. I don’t have long elegant legs either, but when Rhys looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes full of fire and desire, I couldn’t feel more perfect.
“Thank God.” Rhys mumbles as he pulls a condom out of a drawer. He rips open the package on his way back to me, and I don’t even get to see him roll it on before he’s back on top of me.
“I was going to do this right. In an actual bed, after a date or something more romantic.”
“I don’t want romantic. I want you,” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and threading my fingers through his hair. Rhys’s eyes go half-lidded as I scrape my fingers against his scalp. I shift against him, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Don’t make me beg, again,” I murmur, lifting my face to pepper his with kisses. Rhys curses, his hand snaking between our bodies to grab his dick and line himself up. I’m so ready for him, but it’s still a tight fit. Rhys slowly works himself inside me, sinking an inch deeper with each push until he’s finally buried all the way inside me. I’m so full and for the first time in my life, I feel whole.
We’re both sweating, our breaths coming out in rapid huffs. Rhys lowers his head, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect.” And then he starts to move. I really hope they’ve turned the music up out front because I can’t keep quiet.
This isn’t sex in the back room of a bar. It’s so much more than that. Every place our skin touches, there’s a spark, like the building of static that sends ripples of anticipation pulsing through me. I can feel Rhys’s magic pressing against mine, pushing and pleading for me to open myself up. Rhys thrusts deep inside me and I throw my head back on a gasp, letting whatever invisible barrier was keeping my magic walled up come crumbling down.
“Holy fuck,” Rhys groans over me, breathing hard, arms shaking as he holds some of his weight off me. I wish he wouldn't. I don't care if I can’t breathe.
A wave of ecstasy crashes over me when our magic connects. It’s not a gentle mingling, but a rampant summer storm swelling in the sky before bursting and showering the ground with a deluge of rain.
“What is that?” Rhys hasn’t moved. He’s buried to the hilt, hips cradled between my thighs. Our bodies tremble as the magic threads together, working in tandem to wring every ounce of pleasure from us.
“Our magic,” I pant, my entire body both weak from pleasure and pulled as taut as a string ready to snap. My hips shift on their own and we both groan, startled out of the haze of magical ecstasy and thrown back into the reality of the physical rapture that’s just as intense.
“Shit. This is too damn good. Need you to get there. I can’t fucking last,” Rhys growls as his body takes over, pistoning in and out of me with a frenzy that has me crying out his name.
He hooks his arm under my knee, opening me up as he drives into me like a man possessed. He shifts back enough to support his weight on his knees and moves a hand between our bodies. All it takes is a few swipes of his thumb over my clit, and the orgasm that was bubbling up and hovering just at the edge, spills over and decimates any coherent thoughts I had left. It’s not just my body succumbing to the climax of all the pent-up pleasure, but my magic, too. It explodes out of me with one destination. Rhys.
My entire body is shaking and I’m chanting Rhys’s name over and over as he continues to thrust into me. His eyes are locked on where he’s plunging into my body, but then they flick up to find mine as my magic slams into him. The second our gazes connect, Rhys thrusts in once more and shouts my name with a roar. His back bows, body locked in pleasure as he pulses deep inside me and finds his release.
His magic reacts the same as mine and I feel it barreling into me, setting fire to every fiber of my being, right down to my soul. I come again, or maybe it never stopped. All I know is that the world begins and ends with Rhys.
