Between her thighs, his breath caressed her swollen sex. “Wrong. Try again and I’ll make you come.”
Her brain turned fuzzy. Would it be so wrong to tell him she belonged to him? Yes! He left her, not the other way around. There was no claiming her for his own after he’d done that.
“I belong to no one.”
His tongue flicked once over her clit. The move was enough to tempt, but not enough to make the raging desire inside topple over.
His dark head lifted until his eyes found hers. Possession and ownership were clear in his gaze. Her nipples tightened into painful nubs. A burst of warm wind caressed her body as if ten pairs of hands were suddenly caressing her.
“You’re mine. Admit it.” His gravelly voice made her pussy clench.
“Please.” The invisible hands groped and pinched her nipples, squeezed her breasts, and slid over her body. She couldn’t concentrate on the conversation.
“Admit it.” He hovered his lips over her clit once again. A puff of warm air was enough to drive her to insanity.
She groaned in frustration. “No.”
Soon, invisible mouths joined in. They licked at her neck, nipples, and wrists. The overwhelming sensation drove her arousal to peak. All she needed was one good flick on her clit and she’d go over.
“Yes, admit you’re mine.” Again, he licked at her pussy lips and ignored her desperate clit.
Half-crazed with lust, she’d lost all train of thought. “Oh, gods.”
“Say it!” He blew soft air over her dripping cunt.
“Yes! Goddamn it! I’m yours. Now make me come before I lose my fucking mind.”
He latched his lips on to her clit and flicked his tongue mercilessly over the ultrasensitive nub. Her orgasm tore through her. Grateful for the solid hold over her body, she screamed when pleasure exploded inside her. Lightning flashed all around them, and bursts of energy engulfed them. He continued to suck at her dripping channel while her body shattered repeatedly in blissful surrender. The sweet agony was too much for her body to bear.
Sharmila woke on her bed, alone. She jerked up. She must have blacked out. Zahir had truly owned her at that moment. Unbelievable. She ran a hand through her hair. She’d speak to him after her shower.
* * *
Zahir paced restlessly in the living room. He’d lost control. He’d made her pass out. Not just that, he’d almost demolished the inside of her shop. In his push for dominance, the interior had been wrecked with his powerful winds and seismic activity. The energy inside him was too much for her. He’d known it when he’d married her. The darkness had seeped into her magic until her own energy pulled at him. It had been preferable to stay away from the woman he loved than to put her in harm’s way.
Shar stepped out of her bedroom right when her doorbell rang. She looked at him and shook her head. “I got it.”
She opened the door to her neighbor. The minute the man saw Zahir, his gaze focused on Shar. Something was different about the neighbor. His eyes flickered a deep red. Cold seeped into his pores as the man directed his angry glare toward Shar.
“Sid. I’m sorry but this isn’t a good ti—”
She was thrown across the room in a blur. She slammed against the wall. Her body crumbled down to the floor in a bloody heap.
Chapter Seven
An angry roar tore from deep inside Zahir. His concentration turned fully on the warlock.
The other man stood by the door in black robes. He snapped his fingers, and fire engulfed the apartment. It moved swiftly, creeping toward Shar’s unconscious body.
It took all Zahir’s concentration to focus on the fire and absorb its power. The other man frowned as the flames came to him instead of attacking Shar. He stepped in front of Shar’s body as the flames disappeared with the flick of his wrist.
“So, you can control fire? Let’s see how well you do with my next bit.” On command, every glassy surface in the apartment shattered.
Zahir already knew what the man was up to. He lifted his arms and guided his energy outward. The shift sent all the glass out the door, and if Sid hadn’t moved, he’d have been torn by the sharp pieces.
“I guess I’ll have to up the ante.”
“If you leave now, I’ll let you live.” He was lying, but Sid didn’t need to know that.
A malicious grin slid across Sid’s face. “I’m going nowhere. If I can’t have her, nobody will.”
“She’s never going to be yours. She will always be mine.” And he was always going to belong to her, even if he had to leave to ensure her safety.
Sid whispered a spell and transformed himself into a large two-headed animal—a cross between two giant slugs and a pair of hellhounds. The animal pushed furniture out of his way with its thick, long tail.