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Bishop shook his head.
“I know you lost her because of it, but you don’t have to fear me.”
“Don’t you talk about her,” Bishop warned. “You don’t know shit. I’m not fucking scared of you! I can crush you in an instant if I want to.”
He grabbed me and spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His face was close to mine, his body powerful, and he breathed hard. He stared at me, his eyes boring into my soul, and I stared right back at him. I wasn’t going to fight him. That wasn’t what I was here for, and if I fought back now, he would keep seeing me as a threat.
Power rose in the room, pushing against me, probing, searching.
“There’s no dark magic here,” I said in a hoarse voice.
Bishop’s breathing eased, and he let go of me. He didn’t step back, though, and somehow, I didn’t want him to. His eyes slid over my face, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. When he lifted his hand again, it wasn’t to pin me against the wall. This time, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and brushed the back of his fingers down my cheek. His eyes locked on mine again, and this time, his gaze was different. He was raw and open and vulnerable, like he’d been in the bar that day.
“What is it about you?” Bishop asked. “I can’t stay away.”
I didn’t know how to answer, but he didn’t let me. His eyes slid to my mouth, and then he leaned in and kissed me.
His kiss was electric. His power coursed through my body as if I’d touched a live wire, and my body responded with heat washing over me. It wasn’t just his magic and mine. It was lust, too. I ached for him.
His large hand cupped my cheek, and he leaned against me, gyrating his hips. His cock was thick and hard in his pants, and the feel of him pressed up against me was so much better than anything I’d imagined while touching myself.
Our kissing grew urgent. Bishop’s tongue snaked into my mouth, tasting, probing as his magic had, and it ignited a flame at my core.
Bishop tugged my shirt up and pulled it over my head. His hands roamed my body, his skin rough, and he undid my pants. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hand through the dark hair on his chest.
Bishop spun me around, and we stumbled toward my bed, where he lay me down on the mattress. He pulled my pants down, and I scissored my legs to help him. In no time, I lay on the mattress, wearing only socks and my bra.
“Fuck,” Bishop said. “Your scent is like a drug.”
He kneeled before the bed and wrapped his hands around my thighs, pulling me closer across the mattress. My legs fell open for him, and he dove between them, closing his mouth over my pussy.
I cried out when he flicked his tongue over my clit, licking and sucking me without ceremony. I whimpered as my body jerked involuntarily in response to his attention.
Bishop was incredible with his mouth. I writhed on the bed, tilting my head back, arching my back, bucking my hips against his mouth.
In no time at all, Bishop had coaxed the flame within me into a raging furnace, and I ached for a release.
As if he knew what to give me and when, he pushed two fingers into my entrance. I cried out, and Bishop stroked his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first, and then moving faster.
I bucked my hips, unable to help myself.
Bishop dipped his head again and continued his onslaught on my clit. He pushed me closer to the edge, and I pushed my fingers into his dark hair. He rolled his eyes up, looking at me from between my legs for just a moment, and that sight alone was almost enough to make me orgasm.
A few thrusts more while he sucked on my clit, and the orgasm ripped me apart, exploding inside of me, and pure ecstasy charged through me like an electric current.
I squirmed on the bed, my body relinquishing to the pleasure that took my breath away.
When I finally came down, Bishop let go of me, and I pushed myself up to kiss him, his arms wrapped around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth, and the kiss turned from urgent and lust-fueled to slow and sensual.
He stood, untangling himself from me, and broke the kiss.
“I have to go,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Right now?” I wanted so much more.
Bishop found his shirt on the floor and pulled it over his head. He looked at me, opened his mouth, and closed it again without saying anything. He turned around and left the room, and I sat on the edge of my bed, almost completely naked and trembling in the aftermath of the powerful orgasm I’d just had.
Bishop was gone.
