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Augustus dropped to his knees in front of her. His tongue stroked feather-light against her as he mapped a fiery trail of kisses down her neck.
Mara couldn't hold in soft gasps when he reached her sensitive breasts. His hand moved to stroke and tease them until Mara's knees were going weak. His other hand cupped her between her thighs, the warmth of his palm burning through her jeans.
Augustus placed a kiss just under her right breast. "Fuck, Mara, I feel the power inside of you," he murmured. "The miracle is sitting here, isn't it?"
"Yes, and so far, it hasn't moved," she replied. She twined her fingers in his dark hair, feeling a strange kind of awe that she had such a powerful man on his knees. That he had put himself there.
"You are so damn beautiful," she said, bringing him close to kiss again.
Augustus's arms wrapped around her legs, and he lifted her up as he stood. Mara let out a squeak of surprise, gripping his shoulders, so she didn't fall.
"We need to get out of this library before the magic starts to burn me," he said, carrying her back into the hall.
The library door closed behind them as another opened. The fire leaped to life on the other side of the room, and Mara was placed down on a high mattress of a four-poster bed.
"Much better."
Mara grinned. "Debatable. You looked rather good on your knees."
"You're the only one who I would surrender to, saint," Augustus said, placing a kiss on the soft curve of her stomach and undoing the top button of her jeans. He nipped her hip. "Lift."
Mara's hips went up automatically at the command, and Augustus pulled off her jeans and panties with one hard tug. She reached for his shirt, dragging it off his shoulders.
She wanted to touch and taste his lean, muscular body like he had done to her. She licked his collar bone, and he pinned her wrists above her head. She felt the second his magic looped around them, and he released his hands.
"Hey, that's not fair," she complained when he pulled out of her reach.
"What about me says I'm interested in playing fair?" Augustus said with a devilish gleam in his eye. He looked down at her body stretched out over his covers. "Yeah, it's much better than I imagined, and my imagination is pretty damn good, Mara."
Her skin was hot all over as he stared at her until she was about to combust. Very slowly, she spread her legs wider, and his eyes glowed with a spark of silver magic. He stroked his fingers over her wet slit, his burning gaze holding hers, watching every reaction.
Mara tugged at her magical restraints, his gentle touches driving her insane. His warm mouth closed over her, and her curses turned into a helpless whimper.
Mara's legs hooked around his ribs, holding him tight to her. She was helpless beneath him, pleasure burning through her veins.
"Augustus." Her back arched as he slid a finger inside of her, his tongue flicking her clit in a way that made her see stars.
The pressure was building inside of her, but before it could break, he pulled away. He laughed at her curse of frustration.
"Not until I'm inside of you, sweet saint," he growled, moving his body up against hers, his weight perfect between her thighs.
His strong hands gripped her hips, lifting them high and sliding inside of her in one deep stroke.
"Fuck," he groaned, not moving. Mara could barely breathe, the feel of him filling her up, robbing her of her senses. God, he was perfect. She canted her hips up, and he held her hip tight to hold her still.
Mara needed more of him. Always more.
Augustus brushed the loose hair from her face and gave her a dirty kiss. Mara moaned into his mouth as he thrust deeper, hitting her limit and sending pleasure rolling through her.
"You feel so damn good, Mara," he panted against her lips. Mara pressed her breasts up against his chest, and he cursed, pumping deeper. Augustus's magic snapped on her wrists, and he pulled her up into his lap.
Mara wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard and rough. His grip on her ass tightened, and she was suddenly riding him.
She bit into his shoulder, smothering her cries as the change in angle had her hurtling through an orgasm.
"Fuck, Augustus," she panted, nails digging into him.
"Kiss me," he demanded, arms banding tight around her to keep her from shifting away.
