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And then we shed our clothes as fast as our supernatural reflexes will allow, both of us eager to put all the pain and regret in the past and move into our bright, shiny, multi-orgasmic future.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blaire
I feel like a monster unleashed from a cage—ravenous and wild. And like a bird coming home to her warm, cozy roost after a long night fighting the wind and rain.
This is what Darcy does to me.
He is safety and passion, the unknown and all that has ever been familiar. He is the end and the beginning and the only person I’m ever going to want in my bed.
I’m absolutely sure of that, even though we haven’t had sex yet.
But some things you just know. And as Darcy’s stubble scratches at my throat and the inside of my breasts as he kisses his way down my newly naked body, making my blood dance through my veins, I know he’s going to rock my world.
Hell, he’s going to do more than rock it. If we’re not careful, we’re going to bring the entire house down.
Thank the goddess for soundproof walls and that I listened when Celeste, my tutor, insisted a witch’s lair should be a place where she can scream as loud as she wants without being overheard.
“Oh, yes, please, yes,” I cry out as Darcy hooks my knees over his shoulders and devours my pussy with the same single-minded intensity with which he does most things.
He’s kissed me here before. I should know what to expect, but somehow, it’s even better than I remember, so good the room is spinning by the time he strokes his tongue deeper, deeper, alternating each thrust with little flicks across my clit that leave me panting, moaning.
I curse—loudly—summoning a chuckle from the man clearly enjoying driving me out of my damned mind.
“Now,” I beg, reaching down to tug at his silky hair. “Inside me, Darcy. Please. I need you inside of me so badly.”
“Not yet, love,” he rumbles against my clit, the vibration of his deep voice nearly enough to send me spiraling. “I need to hear you scream my name first. I’ve been dreaming about it every bloody night. Your salt and heat on my tongue, your thighs trembling as I fuck you into the best orgasm of your life. That’s what I need, little goblin. I need you wild for me.”
“I’m already—” My words end with a swiftly drawn breath and another curse as he shoves his tongue deep into my pulsing channel. And then his thumb begins to circle my clit with the perfect, maddening pressure and soon I’m beyond words.
I writhe beneath him, shameless and desperate and so close…
So damned close…
I become dimly aware of the fact that I’m chanting his name like a prayer, but even when I hear how needy and flat-out adoring I sound, I don’t stop. I don’t even try. I don’t care if he hears how much I love him, how much I need him, because I know he feels the same way.
I can feel his devotion as he worships my body, sucking and licking and playing me like his favorite instrument until the tension building inside is finally too much. I call his name one last time before pleasure knocks me flat. I close my eyes as bliss rockets up my spine, spreading out to electrify every inch of my flushed skin.
And it’s so good that the word “good” suddenly seems ludicrous.
How dare someone dream up such a pale, wimpy, mealy-mouthed word? How dare they bring more “meh” into a world filled with passion and promise and magic around every corner, just waiting for you to open your eyes and see the truth.
And for me, the truth is this man, this gorgeous, broody, secretly kind and lovely beast rising over me with love and heat in his eyes.
“Love you,” he says, his voice raw with emotion as he grips his cock and guides it to my entrance.
“Forever,” I promise as he glides into where I need him, where I will always need him, as long as we both shall live.
Darcy
No more waiting.
No more longing for what I’ve stupidly told myself I can’t have.
No more hurting the woman I love.
Fuck, I’ve been such a fool. To waste even a day with this woman, my woman, is straight up lunacy. But blessedly, I’ve come to my senses, and I intend to spend every day from now on making up for lost time.
