Felford’s face pales. His eyes widen. Damnit, he looks more horrified, not less.
“I can put a nightgown on if it bothers you?” I offer. The scars are barely visible to the naked eye. It is only the raised edge of some that can be felt. My family’s healer is competent.
Anger flashes across Felford’s handsome face. I flinch and lower my gaze.
“For fuck’s sake Luci, I’m angry because the people that were supposed to love you, hurt you. I don’t care what the scars look like or feel like. I care that they happened!”
I risk a peek up at him. Anger is twisting his face. Despite his words, I know he is angry at me. I’ve offended him somehow, and I don’t know how to fix it. I wish I wasn’t so stupid.
“Hey, hey, Luci. It’s okay. I’m sorry.”
His fingers are brushing away tears that I hadn’t realized were falling. Then he smooshes me against his chest. I’m trembling and shaking.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats.
He sounds calm, but I can hear his heartbeat. He takes in a deep breath and it sounds pained.
“Luci, you are very ripe. I need to empty you. I’m so sorry.”
I sniff and nod my head against his wonderful chest. “I know.” I know my place. My purpose. My duty.
“I’m going to kiss you again, okay? You like being kissed, don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
The world spins as he moves me. Now we are lying side by side, facing each other. He smiles softly. His hand gently cups my face. As soon as his lips touch me, fireworks ignite in my soul. They explode through my mind, blasting away every single one of my thoughts. There is only Felford and his lips upon me.
My magic roars into furious life. It has run out of patience. It is a wild thing that will be a captive no longer.
Arousal burns. Desire flares. I am fire and need. I am whimpering and writhing. Felford is saying something, but words no longer mean anything to me. I am magic and I need to be free.
A cool oiled finger eases into me. I’m keening. Bucking. Writhing. It is a taunt and a tease of what I truly want. I want his cock. The hot length of him. The breadth. I need to be stretched and stuffed. Filled deep.
I need him to fuck me. Over and over again. Thrust into me and never, ever stop.
Instead, I get another finger. I wail in dismay. I’m burning with need. Two fingers become three and it is still not enough.
He is making soothing noises. But I need his cock, not his words. He is ice against my fire and I need him to extinguish my flames.
Finally, I feel his cock against my entrance. My hips move. I impale myself on him, taking him greedily. He cries out in surprise and then in glee. I hear my name, then he is rolling me over. His body moves. It slams into me and pushes me into the mattress. I scream my joy as he rails me.
His strong, fast thrusts fill me with euphoria and ecstasy. I’m screaming again. I’m clawing at the sheets. My body convulses and nearly bucks him off me, but my hole clamps down tight on his cock. Holding on to him.
My orgasm is a supernova. Lit by my magic. It is magnificent and all-consuming. My husband takes it all. He absorbs the fury of my magic and puts out the fire destroying me.
I sink gratefully against the mattress, and spin off into sleep.
Chapter twenty-one
Luci
Idon’t want to wake up. It’s far too comfortable in bed. The mattress is soft. My pillow is very firm and warm. My leg is slung over something muscular.
Oh my. I scramble backwards and off the bed with a yelp. Luckily the bedding comes with me, so I cover myself with a sheet as I climb to my feet and stare at Felford. Morning sunlight is streaming around the curtains, casting him in a beautiful light. His lightly bronzed skin looks delicious against the white sheets. And as he hasn’t a stitch of clothing on, there is an awful lot of skin to admire.
He stirs. Yawns and stretches as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. Watching his long, lean body move is making my mouth go dry. His eyes fix on me sleepily. Strands of his dark hair are falling into his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“You’re here,” I say dazedly.
He grins. “Yes”
“In my bed.”
“Yes.”
“In the morning.”
“Yes.”
“Without any clothes on!”
He chuckles. “Come, get back in bed and bring the blankets with you. It’s a bit chilly to be lying here naked.”
I hesitate for a moment. This cannot be proper. But he lifts one eyebrow at me and suddenly I’m scurrying to obey. As soon as I’m within reach, he pulls me close, arranging me in more or less the same position I woke up in.
It feels wonderful, but surely using one’s husband as a pillow is scandalous?
“I’m sorry for giving you a fright. I wanted to keep an eye on you. You became very ripe just before I was able to empty you.”
