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“What?” Charlie took the book, skimming through the available pages and feeling the torn ones. “Torn off long ago. Look at the quality of the paper. This feels really old.”
“So, not by Marx. Maybe torn off by older family members. Or ancestors.”
“It’s another fairy tale book,” he observed. “About Fae, demons, vampires, the works. Can your magic tell how long ago this is?”
“Let me…” She shot a glittering trail towards the torn edges and yelped when it bounced back and streaked toward her. Charlie hauled her from the chair, which erupted into dust. “Um.”
“Thatis your fire?”
“Sometimes.”
“Jeez, woman. That’s powerful.”
Admiration sang in his tone, but it was the follow-up kiss that singed her insides. They stopped when the door clicked and footsteps sounded, louder than they were used to. Was it Oscar?
“Here?”
“I can’t wait to have you.”
Her eyes widened at the desperation in Diego’s tone before she felt a hand tugging her arm. Distracted, she let Charlie pull her towards the back and into a smaller room filled with boxes, where a few were already open. She noted the history titles while Charlie closed the door as quietly as possible, giving the other two some privacy.
“You reckon they are going to do it here as we did?” he mused, humor lighting his voice.
“They are already doing it,” she confirmed. The magic hadn’t removed her extra senses, and it didn’t take long for her to hear every moan, groan, and thumping that came from outside. “If anything, they feel more desperate than we do.”
“It’s because they are in denial. If they just admitted it to themselves and each other, they would be as relaxed as we are.”
But she wasn’t relaxed, only turned on again. Charlie kissed her to tease and touched her in sensitive places, but the ministrations and the noise outside did nothing to alleviate what she felt. The craving only grew until kisses were no longer enough, so she pushed him hard until he stumbled back.
“Hey. What’s—”
She kept pushing until she navigated his back against a wall, then knelt before him. The dumbfounded expression on his face was one for the books, but her focus soon lay elsewhere as she unzipped him and nudged him out. In contrast to his shock, his shaft was already jutting up, as turned on as she was.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she teased, licking the tip before she paid attention to the rest.
He didn’t tell her to stop. Perhaps he was helpless to it as his head banged against the wall and his hands rested on her head, massaging her hair at first before he gripped it when she swallowed him whole. His grunts became her instrument and his pleasure became her priority, feeding her eagerness to lap him up and suck for all she was worth. His buttocks squeezed and his thighs turned rigid as he bit back a strangled sound.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Stop,” he commanded. “I’m coming.”
She would have wanted to suck all of that, too, but Charlie was faster as he seized her to her feet and whirled them around. Before she knew it, she was facing the wall and he was behind her, and there was no moment to prepare herself as he glissaded inside her in one smooth thrust.
“You are so vocal when you are turned on,” she said. Then she couldn’t get any more words out as he moved, no longer giving them the courtesy of a slow start.
He moved with purpose, one hand adjusting her hips to lift higher and the other sliding under her top. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger and sucked at the back of her neck, adding to the goodness his cock was already doing inside her. Then he pressed his front against her back, molding them together as he pounded harder, faster.
“Come with me. I won’t let go until you come with me.”
How could she say no to that?
The couple outside became non-existent as her world tunneled into this moment: Charlie taking her because he wanted to share the pleasure, Charlie holding on so they could experience it together. Charlie so into her, wanting her in a way she never expected and warming her up because of it.
Daria fell with that knowledge, her climax wringing her by the neck. She fell with her whole body before her heart and soul followed.
Daria took some time to eat and shower before returning to the library. She was determined to spend the rest of the night there until she found answers. She tried to peruse the torn pages again with more careful energy, then proceeded with the rest until she found a common theme.
“Aside from the regular threats, the demons of the underworld have been some of the Fae’s greatest enemies, mostly because their darkness matches each other. But while the Fae are structured and careful about keeping it in line or their court, demons are less about control and more about wreaking havoc wherever they go and whoever they cross. But some…”
She paused, no longer reading out loud as her eyes gobbled up the rest.
