He held her gaze and rolled his hips forward, sliding within her another delicious inch. The head of his cock hit her somewhere sweet inside, somewhere that made passion rush through her veins and that curious lust-haze begin to settle over her mind.

“Are you sure you never use magick on your women, Thomas?” Her words came out laced with sexual need, heavy and halting.

“I haven’t with you. Not once. I wouldn’t unless it was agreed upon beforehand.”

She’d heard that some of the more powerful earth witches could use magick during sex, though the skill was rare. The earth witches who possessed this ability were sought after as lovers. There were some people who became addicted to the power of it. “So you can, then?”

His hips rocked back and forth, in tantalizing, pleasurable little jabs into her sex. “Of course. Want me to show you?”

“I’m curious.”

“Put your hand on my tattoo.”

Feeling like her bones were made of warm honey, she slid a hand to his tattoo and splayed her palm against it. It pulsed with his magick and her skin tingled in response. The magick intensified, rippling up her arm and through her body. A drugged-like haze settled over her mind and her hand fell away.

Thomas rolled his hips so his cock penetrated her as deeply as possible. A long, slow easy climax flirted with her body instantly. It tickled her and teased her as Thomas rode her. Then it burst over her and lingered, racking her body with spasm after spasm of pleasure. It was enough to make her near insane, enough to make her cry with the intensity of it. On and on it went.

He spilled inside her with a low groan followed by her name on his lips.

“Holy…” Isabelle breathed into the curve of his neck. “You completely overpowered me with your magick.”

He raised his head to look at her. “Did you like it?”

“One continuous unbroken orgasm?” She snorted. “I hated it.” Her body still hummed from it, her nerve endings tingling. She felt almost drunk, sex drunk. “I could see how someone could become addicted to that and yet…”

“What?”

“It was too much, too intense. It was delicious, but I want to focus on you, not only on my own pleasure. I want to feel your cock moving inside me, the scent of you, the slip of your skin against mine. When you’re giving me one long, unbroken orgasm, as nice as that is, I can’t enjoy the rest of it, all the parts I like most.”

He laughed, a low, silken sound she loved, and rolled to the side, bringing her with him and tucking her against his body. “You’re incredible, Isabelle.”

She sighed and murmured with mock arrogance, “So everyone tells me.”

“I’m glad you stayed the night with me. I’ve wanted to wake up next to you for a long time.”