He groaned his approval, and she raised her head, tingling from head to toe as she stared down at him – his magnificent body suspended in mid-air; his warm eyes observing every inch of her unveiled and fluctuating flesh; deep dimples flickering outside parted lips curved with content. She took a mental snapshot, tucking the extraordinary image away for later. Then she left his gaze and rolled against him, braced by magic and his strong hands.
When his aura swelled around her, his shaft swelled inside her, and she raised up, holding them both hostage on the brink of ecstasy. His fingers dipped into her hips as a rumble rolled in his diaphragm, and the next time she exhaled, she bore down on him, her body tight and tingly as she slipped over the edge. Her breasts heaved as she reached behind her and clutched his hard thighs, and he stretched, his satisfied growl surging loud and clear from his chest.
They hovered that way for several heavenly minutes, slightly curved over the bed, wavering within their indulged and swollen auras – he like an unstrung bow, and her a beautifully bent arrow frozen upon its magical release.
When she smoothly flipped forward and rested her chest to his, he descended to the bed, hugging her close while burying his face in her hair. They melted into the blankets, and somehow, the outside world stayed quiet, letting them linger in the bliss. Life was perfect, if only for a while.
They held on to the sublime feeling as long as they could, drowning in a sea of transcendental tranquility, and when the unease tried to creep back in, he rolled her onto her back and returned her to their erotic dreamland.
It was amazing – the stamina he had with her. Wizards were naturally able to keep up in a way hexless men only dream about, but it had never been like this. Never without breaks and never without the use of focus, willpower and magic. That, however, had changed. A new talent had been awakened by his angel, so they stayed wrapped around each other for hours, pausing only to absorb the rush and catch their breaths. He used magic to heal their bodies, soothing tender areas inside and out, and so their pleasure continued well into the evening.
They eventually lost count of their orgasms, but they didn’t care and would have kept going if her stomach hadn’t growled. She giggled into his chest, and he smiled as he wrapped her in a tight hug. “Layla, my love, you are, without a doubt, the most amazing woman in the world.”
She rubbed her face over his heart, tasting him as her lips throbbed with its beats. Then she gave his chest a kiss and smiled at him. “I think we've put Karena's best room to good use. What do you think?”
He laughed as he brushed her hair from her face and took her cheek. “I doubt this room has ever seen anything like us, and it won't again until we return.”
“We'll have to hurry back then. A room like this should get its fair share.”
“I agree, and we will come back. Again and again.”
She walked her fingers up his chest and neck. Then she skipped them to his lips. “I look forward to showing our bedroom what we can do.”
“Then we'll have to show it soon.” He tightened his grip. Then he pulled himself from her body while bringing her face closer to his. “Are you ready to go home, angel?”
“You are my home, Quin.”
“You make me lighter than air when you say things like that,” he whispered, working tangles out of her curls.
Her stomach growled again, and he wrapped one arm around her waist, running a hand down her rumbling tummy. “I better feed you, my love. I can't have you getting weak on me.”
“We'll feed each other.”
“Now that sounds like a good plan. I'll have to find some particularly messy food so when I accidentally miss your mouth, I can lick it off your chest.”
She giggled and wrapped her fingers in his hair. Then she buried his face in her breasts. “What makes you think you need an excuse to lick my chest?”
He filled his mouth with her, gently kneading her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Then he let it slip away before giving it one more lick. “It's tasty, but it won't fill our stomachs with anything more substantial than flutters.”
“To quote the man of my dreams, I'm okay with that.”
“Well I'm not okay with letting my angel starve.”
“Okay. We'll go home and find some messy food, then eat it off each other's naked bodies. That way our hunger will be satisfied in more ways than one.”
“That's a brilliant plan, but I doubt my hunger for you will ever be satisfied.”
“Good, because I don't want to have to rub food all over myself to get your mouth on me.” She paused and pulled herself tighter against him. “But I would if that's what it took. I’d make a menu and lay it by the bed. Then every time you got hungry, I’d take your order and serve it up on a naked platter.”