His fingers curled around the lace trimming the skirt of her dress. Then his hands were on her thighs, forcing them open. Her panties moistened as they rubbed over hard stomach muscles, and her lungs quickened, sending puffs of steam into the chilly air.
“How long before the others get here?” she murmured, shivering as his fingers slid to the satin between her legs.
He moved the material aside with one hand and softly stroked pulsing flesh with the other. “About twenty minutes.”
“Mmm…” Doing it right there in the middle of a winter wonderland was risky, and they’d have to rush, but considering their schedule, their uncertain future, and their insatiable appetite, Layla decided to seize the moment.
Vanishing their clothes, she trailed her kisses over his jaw and down his throat. Then she reached between her legs, finding him solid. She firmly gripped his erection, and he shuddered as her thighs slid down his sides, her body slowly enveloping him in moist warmth. Her moan muffled into his pecs, her insides flexed and throbbing. Then she looked up, finding his dark eyes as she pulled her hand away and lowered herself in its place. His muscles jolted and swelled as his palms found her butt, his fingers spreading her open so she could take his full length, and she purred as she forced her body to conform.
She kept her movements slow, sure and intense, holding on to control by a tiny thread while enjoying the burn, the overwhelming need for release. She could have continued that way for hours, starving yet satisfied, but their time was limited, and no matter how confident she’d become, if their family and guests descended on the intimate scene, she’d be mortified. That fact was present in her mind... somewhere... way in the back, doing its best to make itself known, but she couldn't bring herself to break the rhythm of her hips and end the ride… until he gave her no choice.
Sitting up in mid-air, he grasped her shoulder and thigh then forcefully pulled her down around him. With that, the thinning thread snapped, and half a heavenly minute later they were breathing into each other's mouths as gratification rolled over their vibrating bodies.
The waves of ecstasy eventually ebbed, but Layla continued to shiver as the cold crept in. Quin softly sucked on her bottom lip while filling her with heat. Then his warm breath tickled her face. “That was fantastic.”
“It's always fantastic with you,” she countered.
He grinned and hugged her tighter. “It’s never been like this, my love.”
Keeping her torso pressed to his, he slowly pulled himself from her body, and she replaced their clothes, trembling when the chilled cotton found her form. His flesh was much warmer.
Her cloak appeared over her dress as Quin filled her with more heat, and after donning his own cloak, he reached for her feet, which dangled several feet from the ground. “I'm going to cast a spell to keep your feet warm. It will protect them from the snow.”
“I was wondering how I’d avoid frostbite.”
“This spell should keep your toes safe, but if they get cold, let me know.”
“Okay, but don't put me down yet. I want to stay like this until they get here.” She paused and bit her lip. “I mean, if that's okay with you.”
His forehead wrinkled as a smile twitched the corners of his mouth. “Really, Layla?”
“Really what?”
“Do you really feel like you have to ask? And do you really think I’d want it any other way?”
She shrugged as her cheeks warmed. “Not really, but I don’t want to be demanding.”
He laughed as he licked the lip she’d been chewing on. “Feel free to make your demands anytime, love. I live to please you.”
“And you do, Quin. I'm a lucky woman.”
“Mmm...” He moved his lips to her throat and licked its pulse points, tasting one of the many reasons he had to treat her like an angel. “You're my woman,” he whispered. Then he breathed deep, gathering a lungful of the sweet nectar that gave him life and made it worth living. “And that makes me the luckiest man alive.”
He spent the next few minutes tasting her while filling her with magical heat, and they were so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t notice Cinnia and Arlen land beside them. Arlen smirked, and Layla jolted and blushed, knowing the entire group was nearby and staring. Oh well. It would have been a lot worse had they shown up ten minutes earlier.
“Lift these spells, you two lovebirds,” Brietta called out. “Then you can get back to what you're doing.”
Layla quietly giggled as her hand flashed through the air, and half the crowd appeared, but Quin's concealment spells stayed in place as he felt his way to Layla’s lips for another kiss. Only then did the rest of the magicians show up, adding to the assortment of cloaks dotting the white glacier, and Caitrin walked forward, raising Morrigan's hand to his lips as he glanced around.