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“Will you magic the bite?”
He releases me completely, brows drawing together. “What? Why?”
“I want to know what it feels like.”
“Do you not want to have sex with me without it?”
I take his hand and press it between my legs. He growls, finger slipping beneath the lace of my underwear and running over where I ache for him.
Fire explodes at my core, and I moan again. “I want you, always,” I reply. “I just want to know what it feels like.” In demonstration, I rub myself against him, moving my hips in rhythm with my pounding heart.
His finger slips inside of me, slides out, and then back in, and it takes everything in my power not to fucking drool right here. Tarnley’s touch is magic, working me into nothing more than a mindless woman ready to take all he has to offer.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I am.”
“I don’t—I’ve never done it before.”
That surprises me. “Really?”
He withdraws his finger and sticks it between his lips. I watch, mouth open, as he tastes me. “So fucking delicious.” His gaze holds mine. “I never needed it.”
It takes me a minute to realize he’s spoken, and because I don’t want him to feel self-conscious, I shake my head as I say, “You don’t need it now. I’m just curious.”
In the blink of an eye, he has me up and blurs across the room toward the bed. He deposits me and steps back. “Fine. But under one condition.”
“Anything.”
He blurs away, then returns a moment later with his tie. Kneeling on the bed, he straddles me and grips my hands. “I’ve heard rumors that those who are bitten magically lose their heads when it comes to sex.” He wraps the soft silk around my wrists, gently tying them together.
My heart thunders so heavily I’m sure it’s going to pound right out of my chest or, at the very least, that everyone in the damn house can hear it, supernatural hearing or not. “We should probably take precautions, then,” I reply.
Tarnley grins down at me, savage and so damned beautiful it kills me. “My thoughts exactly.” He pulls my arms up over my head, securing them to the iron headboard. I tug gently, but they don’t move.
It’s exhilarating.
He climbs off of me and begins to undress, pulling his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. When he removes his sweatpants, his erection springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
His body was made for mine, I’m damn sure of it.
Tarnley crosses the floor slowly, then kneels on the bed again, straddling my legs. My breath catches as he grips the bottom of my nightshirt and steadily pushes it up my body, trailing his lips over my skin as he goes.
His breath is hot against my skin as he presses kisses against every inch of tender flesh he exposes. “I will spend my life worshipping every single inch of you, Bronywyn Walsh. Every single perfect, fucking inch.”
My mouth dry, I’m helpless to respond. He draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth as his hand drops down. His fingers stroke against my clit, and I spread my legs, wanting to give him every fucking thing he needs.
Too soon, he’s pulling his hand back and releasing my nipple, though. Then he shoves my shirt up over my head, covering my eyes.
“I can’t see.”
“You don’t need to,” he replies, right next to my ear.
Not being able to move or see would have terrified me if the man had been anyone but Tarnley. Now, the lack of sight only enhances the feel of his touch. And he hasn’t even bitten me yet. Determined to torment me, he trails his fingers down between my breasts and over my stomach, stopping just below my belly button before sliding them back up again.
“Are you sure you want me to magic the bite?” he asks.
“Fuck yes. Please.” If he does this to me normally, what would it be like to completely lose control?
