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“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So hot. So tight.”
“Charlie, yes…”
“I missed you,” he confessed, taking her mouth in a ravenous, mind-blowing kiss. “I missed this.”
“I missed it, too. I’m close.”
“Good. That’s good.”
But despite the frenzied movements, he was taking his sweet time, and she wasn’t having it. She wriggled her hips to get him to plunge even deeper until more books had fallen over. She grabbed behind her for purchase, closed her eyes…let the magic flow out of her, a slow, steady stream that she imagined as a veil coating them before skimming in. Before she knew it, the pleasure had taken a new turn, each minute friction of his cock inside her core felt like an earthquake. It made him harder and made her hornier, resulting in them no longer holding back as they rocked into each other with abandon.
“Fuck. Fuck, Daria.”
“Yes, please.”
The ripe curses dwindled into moans as he jerked her away from the shelf, carrying her weight. Then, in a sheer display of crazed strength, he grabbed her ass and proceeded to roll her up and down his shaft in a straightforward, brutal display of strength, seeking that release. Her vision blurred, then went dark. Her energy flowed, singing in pleasure’s wake, and it didn’t take long for the eruption to happen in fast, overwhelming waves.
Daria knew she called his name, but she didn’t know anything beyond that. She felt his kisses, heard his voice…then, caught the moment when he surrendered to it, too, battering him up with a quivering aftermath and a hearty groan. He emptied his seed inside her, a streak of possessiveness that oddly made her feel victorious. She basked in it, resting her head against him while he rested them back against the shelf.
“That was crazy, Daria,” he managed when he was back to his calm self.
They had been at it like rabbits for the past week, unable to get enough of each other, but her magic had never come into play. That it could work to their benefit still left her reeling.
“I didn’t know I could do that,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
He kissed her in reply to her indirect apology, then grinned. “It was amazing. I guess you have been practicing?”
The usual fire and ice, sure, but not this. She wondered how enhancing pleasure could help people other than Charlie and sniggered at the idea of assisting others with their sexual exploits. Then she gasped and pushed him away when his hands wandered once more and her body restarted its heat.
“Charlie, you need to behave,” she scolded, but couldn’t help grinning in response to his sheepish one. Mischief danced in his eyes, a sparkling dark brown that she would never get tired of looking at. “I have books to read and a puzzle to figure out.”
“Your magic?”
“Yes. And my ancestry. Yano sent some books over, and I’m going to start skimming them to see if there’s anything related to me.”
That caught his interest, and it wasn’t long before Charlie was the one ushering them to seats, dragging books around them, and getting busy reading. She observed him from time to time, loving how he resembled his younger days, carrying a book anywhere to study for school.
“Stop staring at me like that, Daria. You know I can’t resist it, and we then will get nowhere with this.”
She huffed, rolled her eyes, and hid her smile. Then she focused on her reading, too.
Hours passed. Charlie excused himself at some point to do separate errands, but she continued reading and jotting down things that she found interesting. Most of them were handwritten notes detailing Marx’s lineage and origins, most of which were already dark, to begin with. Then there was the eventual curse, freshly written with the page still glossy.
“Found anything?”
She blinked when he returned. “How long were you gone?”
“Two hours, I think.”
“Well, shit.” Daria put down her pen and rubbed her forehead. “It’s all jumbled.”
“The books or your notes?”
“My family’s history. You know the curse was put on us years ago because we had a lot of selfish ancestors. You could say they were evil, too, based on their actions. Maybe that was the kind of evil that the bald man meant.”
“Your ancestors were cruel. Sometimes evil is different from cruel.”
“Hmm.” She let him read her notes, eyes still on the open book in her lap. Absently, she picked up another one and opened it, too, then paused. “The pages are torn out.”
