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“Klaus! The alarm—”
“It’s me. I was testing it out and triggered it. There’s no intruder.” His sheepish tone turned sharp. “Damn it, you’re drenched.”
She blinked, letting out a sound of protest when he plucked her from the ground with ease and marched with intent. Seconds later, the rain was no longer pelting her head and a substantial amount of darkness was covering them. She looked around, eventually recognizing an area beside the magical pond where she often spread her crystals to dry before bringing them to the castle. His hands started moving over her body and it registered that she was shivering.
“The alarm scared me.”
“I’m sorry. I forgot that you can hear it more than others.”
“Hmm. I need to make potions again.”
The hands easing her shivers pulled her back when she tried to move away.
“Later. You’re still wet.”
“So are you,” she pointed out. “Now we’re just making each other wet.”
But the way he held her made it comfortable, and she didn’t mind the small droplets of rain that slithered in their little abode. When he shivered with her, she suspected he had been drenched for a while now and decided that just wouldn’t do.
“Hold still,” she instructed. “I haven’t done this in a while, mostly because I’m always with my sisters and they could fend for themselves.”
Light glowed on her fingertips and danced over her palms. She wriggled to face him and placed them on his cheeks, hissing at their ice-coldness. He clenched his jaw, then relaxed when she let the energy flutter around to warm him up.
“That’s a neat trick,” he said.
“It is, isn’t it?”
“But I can stand the cold. You don’t need to waste—”
“Hush. You’re still recharging, I presume, hence you’re like ice. This isn’t a waste. Let me warm you up, please.”
He relented, no longer arguing when she glided her hands downward and warmed up his arms. His chest was next, like a hard slab of ice that took longer to warm up. His stomach jumped when she paid attention to it, then contracted when she flattened her palms on it.
“I’m warm now,” he muttered. “More than warm, actually. Saph…”
But she wasn’t done yet, and the feel of his tight skin against her energy was…well, magical. Sparks ignited inside her—not the kind brought on by magic but by something more primal. The base urge to keep touching dictated her movements as she warmed his thighs next and felt them flex against her touch, muscles bunching hard. Something else was hard, her gaze latching on to the erection pushing insistently against his trousers and making her want to rub her legs together.
“It looks uncomfortable,” she blurted out.
“That’s because it is—Saph.”
Her name sounded like a warning on his lips, but it switched to a prayer when she tugged down his drawstrings and wrapped her hand around his hardened shaft. It jumped under her touch, and his stomach contracted. But he didn’t push her hand away.
“You need warmth,” she whispered, even while the rain was the last thing on her mind. Her mouth went dry when his hips surged up, then when pre-come glistened on his tip. She rubbed it with her thumb and felt an answering, guttural groan that shot from somewhere deep inside him. This time, a hand wrapped around her wrist.
“If I get any warmer, I’m going to combust.” No sooner did he say it than she was flipped on her back and a hard body was pressing insistently against her. Dark eyes bored into her, smoldering with fire. “Tell me what you want, Saph.”
She wanted his cock in her hand, then in her mouth, where she could suck him to oblivion until he was as much of a turned-on mess as she was. She wanted his body on hers, sharing that heat he felt until they were both engulfed with it. More than any of that, she wanted his mouth on hers—that hot, hard mouth that alternated between soothing her hurts away and bringing her to his special brand of orgasm. Because it was so close and she had never felt this tempted, Sapphire ceased thinking as she leaned up and captured that sinful mouth with hers.
She felt his astonishment, his body stilling. She tasted his warmth and that raw, primitive goodness he exuded, softening her up and making her crave more. Before she could take without permission, she broke away from the brief kiss and searched his gaze.
“I’m sorry. I know I said no kissing and we didn’t talk about this—”
A gasp lingered in her throat when his mouth crashed down hard on hers, cutting off the rest of her words. It cut off her thoughts, too, turning her mind blank when he angled his mouth right away and the kiss deepened. His pulsating hunger cut like a knife, his desperation matching hers as he devoured her. It resembled their first kiss but was so much more, a clashing of desire that no longer needed to be hidden—and she reveled in that.
She kissed him back, giving as good as she got and letting go of her inhibitions. When he broke the kiss this time, her protest was loud, and his chuckle was husky.
“You still have your hand on my cock, sweetheart.”
