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"Scared?" he taunts, one brow arched.
Even though I know exactly what he's doing, it freaking works. My heart rebels at the label, refusing to wear it.
"Of your magic water?" I scoff, yanking my shirt off over my head. "Never."
His eyes heat and darken, turning my favorite shade of gunmetal gray. I never knew that color could be so damn erotic, yet it is. He wears it like sin.
He pulls his shirt off, dropping it beside mine. My bra goes next, followed by his belt. Neither of us speaks as we strip one article of clothing at a time, our eyes locked on one another in a silent battle that's more communion than war.
There's a reason why this man drives me wild. My soul recognizes his. His was made for mine. He's my perfect match in every way. Sin drips from his lips, and trouble dances in his eyes, the same way it does in mine. We're two sides of the same coin, a cosmic duality in the flesh.
"Brave little goddess," he growls, dragging me into his arms for a searing kiss once we're stripped bare to the elements. His erection nestles against my stomach, hot and hard. Always so damn hard.
I slip my hand between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his length.
"Careful, little girl," he growls, his eyes at half-mast. "Your first time will be right here on the bank if you keep that up."
"Yeah? And what if I do this, Tiny?" I sink to my knees in the grass, reaching for him. My fingers trail along his balls as I bring him toward my mouth, eager to taste him like he did me.
"Ah, fuck," he groans, his stomach muscles flexing.
I lick the head of his cock. Moan at the unique, salty taste of him. Run my lips all over the broad head.
He plants his feet, snarling curses.
Oh, I like this.
"Goddamn, Mischief. I knew that sassy fucking mouth was going to blow my mind," he growls, gathering my hair up in his fist as I lick and kiss all over his shaft. "Wrap those pouty lips around me and do your worst, baby. Torture me."
So I do. I plunge down on him, taking him deep into my mouth. My lips stretch to accommodate him. My eyes water. Jesus. He's built like a freaking God. My mouth is full and still, there's so much more.
"Ah, God, yeah." He rocks his hips in gentle pulses, unable to stay still. That's the thing about this man. He's in charge even when he's not. I don’t have to hold back becausehedoesn't hold back. We are who we are, and we burn together.
I pull back and then plunge down again, working my hands up toward my mouth at the same time. I want to watch him unravel. I want to be the reason he loses his mind.
"You trying to make me come down that perfect throat, Mischief?"
I bob my head, not denying it.
He groans, pulsing his hips again. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he hits the back of my throat.
"Too bad, baby," he says, pulling out of my mouth suddenly. He leans down, yanking me up from the ground. "When I come again, it'll be in your cunt while I'm planting my kid in you."
"Cormac!" I cry.
He smacks my ass, storming down the bank toward the water. The big jerk doesn't even give me time to prepare before he tosses me.
I sink like a freaking stone, the cool water closing over my head. It's freaking cold! My feet touch the sandy bottom, and I kick off, catapulting myself upward.
I emerge spluttering and trembling to find him wading toward me wearing that pirate smile.
"You are such a jerk," I hiss, battling hair out of my face.
"You were getting too fucking hot," he says, pulling me into his arms.
"I should drown you."
"You could," he murmurs, yanking my legs up around his hips. "But then I couldn't do this." He shoves his hand between us, his thumb zeroing in on my clit.
