P.C. Cast - Mysteria Nights

“No, no I didn’t mean that,” she explained quickly. “It has to do with my magic. I have to maintain control of my emotions, because if they surge too much and I lose control, the spell will be broken and the messed-up magic, along with all of this, will end.”

“Sunshine, this isn’t as simple as a spell or magic. What’s happening between us is real.”

“I hope so,” she said. And then she drew her hand down his arm again, watching as the glow under her palm warmed his cool flesh. “But this is definitely magic, and I don’t want this to end for you.”

“As long as I have you, I’ll have sunlight—magic or no.”

“You have me, Colin,” she said, but still Summer controlled her breathing and kept a firm hold on her emotions as, never taking her hands from his skin, she undressed him. First she pushed off his shirt, skimming her hands down his arms until she threaded her fingers through his, staring into his eyes as her touch brought his skin alive.

“Summer,” he moaned her name. “I never imagined I could feel like this again.”

“How do you feel, Colin?” Summer asked breathlessly as her mouth moved down his naked chest.

“Like a man, Sunshine. You make me feel like a man again.”

His words sent a thrill through her body. Summer caressed Colin’s waist, reveling in her ability to give him such pleasure. She unzipped his jeans, and he stepped out of them. She stared at his naked body and imaged that she knew what Pygmalion felt as his sculpture of Galatea came to life.

Calm and slow, Summer reminded herself as she pulled him down beside her on the bed. Focus on giving him pleasure. When his eager hands reached for her, she allowed Colin to pull her into his arms. Her mouth met his as she pressed her body against his nakedness. Separated by only the thin cotton of her boxers and tank, it was an exquisite sensation to feel her heat warming him, her flesh bringing him alive.

His hardness pressed low and insistent against the softness of her stomach, and while their tongues met her hips shifted, bringing him fully against her core. He moaned against her mouth as she thrust against him, sliding him the length of her wetness.

When her head started to spin, she broke the kiss. Concentrating on controlling her breathing and trying to find calmness within her again, she rolled over on top of Colin and held his wrists, stilling his roving hands, which had been kneading her aching breasts. “Let me touch you ,” she said, regaining her breath. When he started to protest, she stilled his words with a kiss, then whispered against his mouth, “I don’t want the magic to go away, Colin. Help me keep the magic.”

“Sunshine, I’ve been trying to tell you that you are the magic.” His voice was deep and rich with desire.

“Humor me,” Summer said with a smile and then began to move down his body, kissing and caressing. When she reached his cock, she took him in both of her hands, loving the textures of him, the hardness sheathed in such soft skin. Still stroking him, she glanced up and met his gaze. “You’re wrong, Colin. It’s you who’s magic.” And then she bent and let her tongue flick out around the engorged head of his cock. He moaned her name as she licked the length of his shaft, discovering how exciting it was to be able to bring him such intense pleasure so easily.

“Do you want me to take you in my mouth?” she asked huskily.

“Oh, Goddess, yes!” he gasped.

Summer swallowed him. He was too large for her to take all of him in her mouth, but she stroked his shaft with her hand, squeezing while she tasted him, loving how his cock heated and pulsed beneath her touch. She cupped his heavy testicles, and another moan was torn from his throat as his hips lifted to give her better access to him.

“Your body is so beautiful,” she murmured against his skin, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue. “I never knew a man’s body could be so beautiful.”

Then she swallowed him again. “Summer!” Colin gasped her name, his voice rough with barely controlled lust. “I can’t stand much more. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Summer loved that she was evoking this response in him. She felt gorgeous and sexy and very much in control. “Then give in to it,” she purred, imagining for the first time in her life that she was the Marilyn Monroe type, the kind of woman men dreamed about. “Give in to me.” She laved his engorged head with her tongue while she ran her hands down his thighs, feeling his muscles tremble and warm under her hands.

Summer heard a ripping sound as his hands gripped the thick comforter while he struggled to maintain control, and then he moved with a vampire’s preternatural swiftness, and suddenly his hands were lifting her, and she was on her back looking up at him.

“Colin, wait, I need to do this my way!”

“Sunshine, lovemaking is something best done together, rather than controlled by one. And I have to have my turn.” She started to protest again, but the dark intensity of his gaze caught her. “Trust me, Summer. Trust that I’m telling you the truth when I say that what’s happening between us is more than an accident of magic.”

“I trust you,” she said softly, but I’m still going to stay in control, she added silently to herself.

His smile had a sexy, feral glint as, with one flick of his powerful hands, he ripped the cotton tank off her. Colin cupped her breasts, running his thumb lightly over her already sensitized nipples. She gasped and bit her bottom lip.

“Since I saw these beautiful nipples, aroused and pressing against that sweet teacher’s blouse you had on yesterday, I’ve thought about doing this over and over again. His head dipped down, and he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking gently. She threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and pressed him more firmly against her. “Harder,” she whispered, and then all her breath left her body in a rush as he went from gentle to forceful, pulling on the nipple with his teeth while he lifted his hard thigh between her legs so that her hips could lift and grind against him.

Control . . . control . . . she reminded herself frantically. Summer breathed deeply, letting the pleasure wash in waves over her but not allowing herself to drown in it.

Colin shifted his attention to her other breast, and she closed her eyes, feeling the desire that was building inside of her but keeping it banked just enough that it didn’t engulf her.

Then his mouth followed the edge of her rib cage down to the soft indentation of her waist. He hooked his fingers in her shorts and quickly skimmed them down her body, leaving her naked before him. She felt a moment of embarrassment, but it passed when she saw the expression on his face and heard his husky, “Sunshine, you’re even more exquisite than I dreamed you would be.” He kissed her stomach reverently, gently, before letting his hands glide down her body to cup her buttocks. He positioned himself between her legs as he lifted her to his mouth.

Summer stopped breathing completely when his tongue parted her folds and dipped within.

“You taste just like you smell: like sunlight and honey,” he murmured against her intimately.

When his tongue found her clit, her hips buckled against him. She squeezed her eyes closed, fighting against the cascade of pleasure. She wanted too badly to let loose, to allow him to make her come against his mouth. But what would happen then? How could she bear it if she was suddenly transported, midorgasm, back to her cabin—alone?

“Colin, come here to me,” she said, reaching to pull him up to her. When he only intensified his caresses, she added, “I have to feel you inside me.”