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  “One more?” I pleaded. “A really hard one.”

  “Alright,” Michael said and he vanished.

  “Michael?” I asked, spinning around. “Oh,” I murmured. He’d cloaked himself so that I’d have no idea where the attack was coming from. It would give me less time to react and figure out how to spellbind the butterfly. No matter, I can do this. I put my hands on my hips, waiting and watching.

  Something whispered behind me and I spun to see twenty butterflies coming at me in a looping spiral. For a moment, my mind went blank and I hesitated. Then, on pure instinct, I threw both hands out. Instantly, the winged creatures vanished, leaving nothing but embers in the air, which crumbled in on themselves.

  “Now, that was a spellbinding,” said Michael from behind me.

  “It was, wasn’t it?” I asked as I turned to him, beaming. “I’m killing it!”

  “You are,” he said with a thoughtful smile. “You’ve done good work. In fact, I think–”

  “Who cares what you think?” I asked with a laugh. Full of elation, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. For a moment, he gave in, lifting me off the floor, but then he pulled back.

  Holding me at arm’s length, Michael’s voice was rough with longing as he said, “I’ve been thinking about this for days, so don’t do it if you don’t mean it.”

  My hands fell to my sides as I prepared a hasty apology, but then I realized something.

  I did mean it.

  Reaching up, I grabbed his shirt and stood on my tiptoes to kiss Michael again.

  Chapter 13

  Michael’s kisses were fire and I wanted to sink into that inferno. We were both sweaty messes and I wondered if maybe the last hour had been a kind of sexy, fighting foreplay. As he gripped me harder, I was conscious of the world spinning away and I thought, Wow, hell of a kiss.

  But then I realized he’d brought us to my room. He roughly pushed me against the wall, pinning me there and smirking down at me. Somehow, he’d gotten both of my wrists in one hand.

  He’s too good at this, I thought with tingling anticipation. Wonder what else he’s good at.

  “Just like our first time,” Michael said, gripping my chin. “Although, now you’re finally starting to see what I see. And that is how it should be. You need none of us to tell you how truly amazing and beautiful you are, Sadie. Although, I do so enjoy telling you. Especially when that look comes into your eyes. Such a fiery lust, full of yearning for me.”

  “Hmph, you sure about that?” I asked archly, surprising myself with my sass.

  Michael’s eyes gleamed. “Are you implying I should stop telling and show you all the ways I’ve planned out proving as much to you? Hm?” He raised my chin higher. “Tell me, Sadie.”

  “I…” I couldn’t quite answer under that blistering look.

  “Maybe I should just find out the answer myself,” Michael said.

  “Maybe you should stop talking so much,” I challenged, knowing Michael would rise to it.

  His hands tightened on me. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” He nipped at my lips and I shuddered from head to toe. “And I’m going to take my time.”

  The cloak at my neck unfastened and fell to the floor. Then Michael stepped back and pulled me with him. But as he let go of my hands, I realized I couldn’t move. It was like I’d been tied with invisible rope and I twisted against it.

  “Hey,” I exclaimed. “Not fair.”

  “Exactly. Glad I waited to teach you how to escape that one,” Michael said with a diabolical chuckle as he regarded me. He flicked his fingers, causing my clothes and boots to vanish. “God, you’re a gorgeous woman.”

  I squeaked, flushing as his eyes ran over me in my boy shorts and bra. “Are you going to let me go?” I asked, squirming again, wanting to tear his clothes off.

  “Mm, not yet,” Michael said, stepping around me. I gasped as his body pressed against me, his hands running up my stomach to cup my breasts and my bra vanished. “First, we play.”

  His lips were on my neck and I melted against him. Eyes closed, I moaned and rubbed my legs together as his hands explored my body. He was deliberate and gentle, teasing my nerves into a frenzy as he took his time.

  Finally, he skimmed the tops of my thighs, but then he stopped, holding on to my waist. I let out a moan of frustration. At that, he began to kiss his way down my spine, until he wound up at my ass, where my panties vanished and he bit the left cheek.

  “Oh,” I said and he chuckled, then gave it a good smack. “Michael.”

  “Just wait,” he said with a sinful kind of decadence and my toes curled.

  He spun me around, crouching as he teased kisses from my thighs to my breasts. Then he captured my lips again. This kiss was rough and hungry, so much so, Michael lost his grip on the magic around my wrists and I could wrap my arms around his neck.

  We crashed into the wall again, Michael’s fingers brushing against my aching need and I arched against him. He slipped a digit in and I whimpered into his mouth. His other hand was gripping my ass cheek and I swung that leg up around his waist, spreading myself open for him.

  “More,” I begged. “Oh, yes, yes, please, like that.”

  Three fingers were now pumping and curling inside of me, brushing that hot pulsing pleasure point. I was gasping and writhing, holding on to Michael for dear life.

  “You’re a wild thing, Sadie Matheson,” Michael said between kisses. “You need a real man to fuck you senseless against a wall. A real man who knows how to pleasure you to a point of almost pain.” His voice lowered as he nipped an earlobe. “Or maybe more than one.”

  That last statement had me quivering all over and Michael laughed in my ear. Before I could respond, he was kissing me, his tongue dominating my mouth. His fingers were teasing inside of me now, dipping in slowly at first, in shallow thrusts. Then faster…deeper.

  I ground myself against his hand, whimpering his name. Just when I thought he was going to end the torture, she stopped and pulled away.

  Without a word, he propelled me into the bathroom. The shower sprang to life as he walked me backward and I stopped him.

  “Wait, clothes,” I said, reaching for his shirt and he let me pull it off.

  Michael was ten times more gorgeous and muscular than I’d been secretly imagining. A broad chest, muscular pecs bookended by mountain-like deltoids, met my eyes. There was a dusting of dark hair that went down to his belt and I swallowed hard as his hands drifted south.

  One of those hands shot out and grabbed my wrist. He pressed it against his thick erection and I looked up to his blue eyes. “See what you do to me?”

  “Let me take care of it this time,” I purred, palming it, and he groaned.

  With that, Michael ripped off his pants, shedding his boxers, and nine inches sprang free, hard and swollen. Running my tongue over my lips, I smiled and gave in to that wildness Michael had been talking out. Again, I had a sense of rightness.

  Reaching out, I pulled him into the shower and the door closed with my own magic. The blistering water ran over me as I sank to my knees and his eyes narrowed with need.

  My hands landed on Michael’s muscular thighs as I settled myself more comfortably. The tip of his cock glistened and I gave it an experimental lick.

  A deep, masculine groan shuddered, starting at the base of his feet and I grinned. Leaning forward, I put my lips around him. He was salty and delicious.

  Gripping the base of that massive cock, I ran my tongue around the ridges and sucked him hard. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. Just as he’d taken his time, I took mine. When his hands fisted in my hair, I knew he was getting close.

  “Ah, fuck, Sadie,” he groaned.

  I drew him deeper, until he touched the back of my throat and began to arch against me.

  Bobbing my head up and down, Michael began to guide me, my name on his lips and I was filled with exhilaration I’d never known. I’d never been able to pleasure a man like thi
s.

  Suddenly, he shuddered, going rigid. Then, he bellowed my name and I held tight as he came in hot spurts. I swallowed every last drop of him, feeling sexier than I’d ever felt.

  Especially a second later, as I was yanked to my feet and shoved against the wall, breasts flattening against Michael’s hard chest as he lifted me against him. We kissed, the water rushing over us and turning everything to a steamy wonderland.

  “Sadie,” Michael said, breaking off, and I looked down at him. He’d lifted me above him and I hadn’t even realized. His forearm hair was tickling my ass cheeks and it made me shiver. “I…”

  “You’re flustered,” I whispered, kissing him. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

  “You’ve stolen my heart. Made me realize my body was made to worship yours,” Michael said in a husky voice. The laughter died as my eyes widened. “Lass, I need you.”

  “I need you, too,” I whispered, settling my hips more firmly against his. His steely cock brushed against me and my head fell back. “Oh, God, Michael, yes.”

  He pressed the thick head of his throbbing member against my slick heat, and pressed in. His voice rasped in my ear. “Sadie, you’re tight, oh fuck.” I trembled against him as his warmth breath whisked over my neck. “You feel better than I ever dreamed.” With controlled power, he plunged forward, inch by inch, until he filled me entirely. “Are you alright?”

  “Yes!” I squirmed as my walls adjusted and his cock pressed against that pleasure point deep inside me. “Yes, oh, yes, just please move or…” I was clawing at his back, gasping. “Michael!”

  With a savage growl, Michael began to thrust into me, his muscles bunching with the concentrated effort. They contracted under my hands as I was pressed harder between him and the wall. Bouncing on him, I mewled helplessly, begging for more, so much more.

  “Tell me what you want, Sadie,” Michael rasped. “I’ll give it to you.”

  “Harder, faster, mm, yes. Just don’t stop,” I gasped as the pendant on my chest began to rise and fall as well. “Oh, Michael.”

  “Oh, I do love how you say my name,” Michael breathed in my ear, his hips pounding against mine now as he filled me over and over. “And I love the way you feel, angel.”

  My eyes pricked with tears at the unexpected sweetness of it or maybe it was just the sheer amount of pleasure was too much to take. Our bodies were slipping and sliding together in the water, our hands holding on to each other and our shared bliss rising in a wave together.

  I forgot everything as I called out Michael’s name.

  He was mine. They were all mine.

  Gripping his hips, I pulled him deeper until my eyes crossed with every thrust of his stiff cock. He dropped his hand between us and teased my clit, making me stiffen.

  The pressure was growing to point break and my channel clenched him like a fist as he worked himself inside me. So thick…so deep.

  “I’m going to come,” I murmured, my body feeling like it was made of light as blood rushed to my ears. It was all too much. The thick muscles pressing against me as he moved. The way his deft fingers knew exactly how to tease and pleasure me as he went.

  The orgasm hit me like a freight train and I arched my back, taking him deeper as I came, my channel clasping around his swollen shaft. My whole body shook with racking sobs as ecstasy roared through me.

  Michael was right behind, groaning, his hips bucking against mine as he exploded deep inside me in a hot rush. He rocked forward, grinding his pelvis against mine as he muttered my name.

  The aftershocks arced between us, another tie that bound us even more tightly together.

  For a long while, we stayed like that, locked together. Trying to catch our breath…find our footing again after hurtling off the earth.

  Gently, he slid out and my body cried out at the loss. But then Michael was kissing me, his hands all over my body and I was letting myself explore his back and poke that hard butt.

  Suddenly, I realized he’d gotten hard again. Almost at the same time, Michael spun me around and he growled in my ear, “Bend over, hands on the wall.”

  I did as he said, my body instantly responding to this dominant side of him, but I still couldn’t resist tossing my hair and saying, “Guess you were a bit too eager to take your time, huh, big guy?”

  A broad palm slapped my ass and I squeaked, head falling forward. His fingers brushed forward to caress my outer lips and I shuddered, eyes closing. I was going to pay for that. Michael then began to tease the tip of his hard cock against me, followed by his fingers. Reaching up, he tweaked my nipples and I lifted myself up onto my toes, trying to find release any way I could.

  “Stay still,” Michael ordered and I shivered. Suddenly, his tongue ran along my seam and I cried out. "You like that?" He began tasting me and as the pleasure began to rise, he stopped.

  “Michael!” I cried out in frustration.

  “You’re right, I can’t wait,” he groaned, his cock suddenly plunging into me. After his tongue, I was sensitive and I screamed out in pleasure. “Oh, and neither could you, you cheeky devil.”

  My hands were sliding on the wall as Michael began to move against me, his hands on my hips. I was gasping, when his foot suddenly nudged mine further apart and he began to hit that deep spot harder. Gasping and shaking, waves of pleasure rolled over me.

  His cock plunged into me over and over, in a perfect rhythm. It stoked my nerves to the point where I was utterly given over to sensation. All I could feel was Michael, but I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

  At that moment, I shattered hard and Michael pulled me up against him. His lips crashed onto mine as I came, again and again, then he came as well. I was gasping and he was still inside of me. His body was shaking with the power of that orgasm as well.

  When we came apart and to our senses, Michael stared at me. Reaching out, he brushed a thumb along my cheek and said in a shaky voice, “Damn, that was…”

  “I know,” I said, quivering from head to toe.

  “Here, let’s get cleaned up and to bed. I think it’s late,” Michael said. He got the soap and quickly washed me, as I clumsily tried to wash him. Outside of the shower, he moved a hand over my hair as I wrapped myself in a towel and the curls instantly dried to perfection.

  He did the same to his own hair and I laughed. “I didn’t think you’d use magic on hair.”

  Michael gave me a superior look. “A warlock should always look his best. Especially for his lady.”

  His lady.

  The words sent a shudder of warmth through me.

  Out in my room, I found pajamas and Michael pulled on a pair of boxers.

  “Will you stay?” I asked shyly.

  “I was never leaving,” Michael declared gruffly, but he smiled at me.

  He followed me into bed and we lay face to face, his arm across my waist and my hands playing across his chest. “You’re so handsome,” I murmured.

  “Thank you,” Michael said with a warm laugh.

  “And I appreciate everything you’ve done for me today,” I said.

  “Oh?” Michael asked in a teasing voice. “Anything in particular?”

  I smiled at him and moved closer. “I think you know.”

  He rolled onto his back and pulled my head down to his chest. With a hand on my hair, Michael said, “I do. And I also know I’ve more than worn you out.” I burst out laughing at that. “Well, I have,” he said arrogantly. “You need sleep.” His grip tightened and he whispered in a serious voice, “That way you’re ready for what tomorrow brings.”

  "Mm," I said, snuggling against my big, serious, sweet and seriously sexy Michael. "Can't wait."

  Chapter 14

  Distant thunder woke me the next morning.

  “Stupid New England weather.” I yawned into the pillow and rolled over, eyes still closed. My pajama pants had rolled up on one leg and I used the other to roll it back down, conscious of a bone-deep soreness that tingled more than it ached.
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  Choking down a chuckle, I peeped between my eyelashes and saw Michael’s sleeping face inches from mine. Butterflies fluttered through me. He’s still here.

  Less stern in sleep, Michael’s delicious lips curved up as though he was dreaming of last night. Sitting up quietly, I reveled and remembered myself.

  You’ve stolen my heart. Made me realize my body was made to worship yours.

  That damn O’Sullivan sweetness, I thought, my eyes tearing. It got me every time.

  For at least ten minutes, I watched Michael sleep and resisted the urge to play with his hair. Then I glanced at the clock and blinked in surprise. It was almost nine in the morning. My eyes strayed to the window. I’d thought it was maybe five or six, the darkness outside was so complete.

  Lightning ripped by the panes, illuminating the room and I yelped. A crackling boom sounded overhead, one that shook the house and Michael woke instantly. His hands shot out, grabbing me and yanking me close as his eyes flew around the room. Another crack sounded and he let out a sigh of relief. Then his eyes met mine and a slow smirk spread across his face.

  “Ha, jumpy?” I teased and he gave me a look. “Um, good morning?”

  “I thought we were being invaded by the army of the dead,” Michael said, flopping back down on the pillows and pulling me with him. “I’m not jumpy, I’m protecting my own.”

  “Mm, well it’s just bad weather,” I said, looking up at him and internally squealing.

  Michael’s hands moved over my hair and my fingers tightened on him. “We should probably get up.” I watched him, taking in his mellow morning voice and the shadows on his cheeks. He hadn’t moved, only glanced at the clock. “Shit.” Laughter rumbled in his chest. “It’s nine?”

  “That’s not that late,” I said.

  “Mm, no, I guess not.” Michael wrapped me in an embrace. “Five more minutes.”

  Closing my eyes, I rested on his broad chest, letting my fingers trace across the hair. It was cozy to lie here in his arms, listening to the rain slash against the windows and the wind roar through the forest.