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He pulls me towards him and kisses me softly on the lips. “If you insist.”
The next moment, I’m face down on the bed, arms and legs spread, pinned in place by tendrils of his magic.
My breath comes thick and fast. I never normally feel powerless. Even though I barely use my magic, the knowledge that it’s simmering away below the surface provides constant reassurance. But despite my reckless words to Gabriel, I’m far from sure I’m strong enough to break out of this if I wanted or needed to. The thought is oddly erotic.
He kneels on the bed between my legs, hands on my back. “You really want to play the Greenfire game again?”
I nod, insofar as I can move my head. Everything about this is insane, but I’m beyond caring.
He doesn’t hesitate. The skin-to-skin contact means the spell hits me instantly. I scream. It’s every bit as agonising as last time, but I don’t feel scared. It’s oddly safe, oddly intimate.
With all his prior insistence on making this a nice, romantic evening, I half expect him to lose his nerve and stop at the sound of my screams, but he only intensifies the effect.
He runs his hands up and down my back. Somehow, my mind is able to sense the soft touch even through the pain everywhere else.
“Beg me to stop,” he whispers.
I dig my nails into the pillows and give a miniscule shake of my head.
“Or fight me off, if you prefer. I’m not stopping till you do one or the other.”
Just like in the street that night, my magic takes over and fights back without consulting with my brain. This time, I let it. Immediately, the pain lessens. But instead of backing off, Gabriel pushes harder. It’s a battle of wills and strength.
“You’ll have to fight harder than that to stop me, baby,” he whispers.
I try. Unlike last time, when I’d fought my magic every inch of the way, I give it free rein, forcing it out of every pore, pushing back against both the physical manifestation of pain and the incorporeal image of the fire around me. Every time I buy myself a second’s respite, he redoubles his efforts.
He trails soft kisses down my back and strokes my thighs, all the time sending wave after wave of pain through me.
I’m shaking, my muscles pulsing and my nerves firing random signals. It’s the pain. It’s the force of my magic. It’s the powerlessness. It’s the arousal that’s only rising, against all the odds.
“Don’t feel bad.” He speaks the words right into my ear. “Anyone else would have passed out by now. No one else would have been able to push back at all. And you’re still out of practice.”
All that’s true. Plus, it’s hard to be at my best with my hands bound. I’m still far too reliant on those pathetic gestures. Instead of ignoring the pain, I let it build, use it to fuel my magic. One last blast. For a moment, I think I’ve done it. I win myself five clear seconds free from pain.
Then a new wave of Greenfire hits. That’s it. I’m done. “Stop, Gabriel, please.”
The second I say the words, the spell breaks and every trace of the pain disappears. His control is as impeccable as his strength.
I lie there trembling from the intensity of it all while he continues to run kisses up and down my body. Then he slips his hands between my legs. I gasp.
“Well, well,” he says, alternating between rubbing roughly and slipping two fingers inside me. “Anyone would think you liked Greenfire. It beats spanking, I suppose.”
I grind against his hands.
“Stay still,” he orders.
I freeze. I’m too strung out to tell whether it’s magic or I’m too deep in the moment to defy him.
I’m close to coming within moments.
“Nope. Don’t you dare.” He takes his hand away, drawing a whimper from my lips. “Not until I say so.IfI say so.”
He leans over me, resting his forehead on the back of my head and holding my wrists. There’s a spark of power where his hands touch me, and suddenly, my arousal limits are off the scale. He’s doingsomethingwith magic. Bypassing physical touch and the nerves and going straight for the relevant receptors in the brain.
“I’m also blocking you from actually orgasming,” he adds, as though I’ve said the first part out loud. “The feeling will only build.”
For a minute or two, it’s frustrating but heavenly. After that, it’s almost worse than the Greenfire.
