Her orgasm teetered on the brink as he continued to manipulate her pussy and stimulate her clit while kissing her ass cheeks. Layer upon layer of heated passion built inside her, sending her pulse racing and her heart pounding. Her ragged breathing came in gasps. A moment later, her body convulsed in delicious climactic release. It all happened so easily with Devon, something she had never experienced with any other man. But it was also true that she had never been so relaxed and comfortable with any other man.
Devon relished the way Raina’s pussy tugged at his fingers and the crimson tinge of orgasm that colored her ass. He sensually tickled the index finger of his other hand along the crevice separating her cheeks, then paused at her anus. As he had done before, he immersed his finger in the ceremonial oil and gently inserted it into the puckered hole, wiggling it to get her accustomed to the intrusion.
And for tonight, he had another treat in store for her, something else new for her pleasure before he attempted to penetrate her with his cock.
He reached for the nightstand, removed the velvet pouch he had placed in the drawer, and withdrew the contents. He opened the package containing the vibrating butt plug then quickly set about preparing her.
After generously applying the oil to her anus and to the butt plug, he gently worked it in, making sure to pause several times so she could assimilate the sensation of the foreign item larger than his fingers. Once he had it completely embedded in her ass, he again reached around her hip with one hand and fingered her clit to make sure she was fully aroused. When her moans of excitement reached his ears, he turned on the plug.
Her body tensed and jumped in response to the new experience, but only for a couple of seconds. Then her muscles relaxed. Even though her eyes were closed, he could tell from her expression that she had quickly warmed to this new sensation of a foreign object vibrating inside her ass. Her open acceptance pleased him. He gave her a couple of minutes to become accustomed to the vibration then he slowly stroked it in and out, setting a rhythm he determined would give her the most pleasure. She quickly fell in with the tempo of the strokes, wiggling her ass back against the plug with ever-increasing enthusiasm.
The sight drove his needs until his arousal reached the limit of his constraint. He continued to work the butt plug with one hand, and with the other, he oiled his rigid shaft and cockhead in preparation for entering her. He needed to be as gentle as possible for her first time, both physically in his actions and also as the man in whom she had obviously placed her trust and confidence. And that realization touched him on a deeply emotional level.
As she approached orgasmic levels, he snuggled his body closer behind hers. With his hard cock slick with oil and positioned at the ready, he removed the butt plug. She emitted a whimper, indicating her sense of loss, immediately replaced with a gasp when he pressed his cockhead against her anus and immediately worked it into the opening. Once the head was fully inserted, he paused to allow her to become comfortable with it before continuing.
“Are you okay, Raina?” His voice carried all the concern coursing through his body. “If I’m hurting you, please let me know.”
“No…you’re not hurting me.” Her ragged breathing and husky words attested to her level of arousal. “It was uncomfortable at first, but it’s okay now. Go ahead.”
Before easing the length of his cock into her channel, he touched the tip of the still vibrating butt plug to her engorged clit. The sexual electricity instantly surged through her body, all the way to his cockhead. An involuntary jerking response shoved his hips forward quicker and harder than he had intended, fully impaling her ass on his stiff pole.
He immediately wrapped his arms around her hips and, tossing the vibrator aside, manipulated her clit as he placed kisses across her shoulders and back. He moved his hips very slowly, pulling out only an inch or so before going back in. He repeated the motion several times, each stroke pulling out just a fraction more than the previous one.
Her breathing again turned ragged, her breaths coming in labored gasps. Her entire body sparked to the sexual electricity leaping between them. Any fears or apprehensions she may have held about this step of her learning had apparently disappeared. Once more her body raced toward orgasmic bliss, and he joined her in that rush.
Raina thrust her ass toward him, meeting each of his strokes. It was a type of primal excitement she had never experienced. Her entire body tingled, reverberating with the orgasmic waves rapidly gaining momentum. His fingers expertly manipulated her clit. His marvelous cock worked her ass. Her mind swirled with a combination of sensuous pleasures that nearly overwhelmed her senses. Then an explosive torrent of orgasmic convulsions claimed every corner of her reality. It zapped her remaining energy leaving her limp as a rag.
His body stiffened accompanied by a final thrust. She actually felt each pulsating twitch of his cock as he shot the viscous streams into her newly christened orifice. The weight of his body slumped against her back with his spent dick still partially embedded in her ass.
Glorious contentment…totally satiated…sexually exhausted. And as a culmination of all their time together with their many hours of intense and incendiary lovemaking as he guided her while enhancing her knowledge and capabilities—for the first time in her life she knew absolute, total, and complete sexual fulfillment.
All the years of self-imposed fear, all the years of literally protecting her ass, hadn’t been necessary. He had introduced her to an exciting new source of physical pleasure and it opened up a fresh level of sexual awareness and intimacy she hadn’t previously experienced. She now had a new sex toy to keep her vibrator company, a new indulgence to add to her list of activities to savor at those times when she didn’t have a partner.
And she had Devon to thank for it—his sexual expertise, knowledge, and skill. And then there was the man himself. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew she never would again. He was everything she had been searching for, everything she could ever want. But what would it take to be able to call him her own?
He finally rolled off her back, then pulled her into his arms. His sweet kisses spread across her forehead, her face, and finally her mouth. Even though their primary interaction had been sex from the moment they met, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the man she wanted to be with for as far into the future as she could imagine.
Then a dark cloud cast a shadow across her utter contentment. What about Devon? What did he want? Could someone of his position, his stature among the covens, his power, be interested in a permanent relationship with someone like her? As a High Priest and master of sex magick, he often engaged in sexual rites and also tutored others in the nuances. Sex comprised a large part of his life and work. What could she possibly offer to such a dynamic man that would establish a true personal relationship?
What did he want? What would he expect? What type of woman would be lucky enough to capture his heart?
Chapter Four
Devon held her tenderly in his arms as she slept. Early morning light invaded the room, creeping in around the edges of the bedroom drapes. She was so beautiful, the most exciting and desirable woman he had ever known. She stood far and above all the thousands of women who had moved in and out of his life over time—both mortals and witches of the bloodline.
Dusky pink nipples topped perfectly formed breasts that rose and fell with each gentle breath. Dark curls covered her mound and guarded the entrance to the tightest, hottest, and most delicious pussy he had ever known, one that had provided him unlimited pleasure.
And there was so much more than her incredible body. Intelligence, sense of humor, a wide variety of interests. And an open honesty, one that willingly placed trust in him. A woman who gave without hesitation, without making demands. A woman who made him feel fortunate even to be in her presence. There was nothing missing from the total and complete package that was Raina St. Clair. Being with her and knowing she wanted to be with him should have been enough to make any man delirio
usly happy. But something was missing, something very important.
As much as he admired her honesty, he had not been truthful with her. He had harbored a century long personal quest for vengeance, something absolutely against everything he believed in and stood for, a rule with no exceptions. And in spite of that he had conducted a twenty year active search for Raina’s sister…the elusive Miranda. In his head and in his heart he knew he could not transfer his attentions to Raina from his position as that of a High Priest instructing and guiding one of the bloodline in the ways of sex magick and into the position of a man wanting an emotionally personal relationship with her. Not unless he could be honest, fully disclose his deceit and share everything with her totally and openly.
Everything about her excited him—certainly physically, but equally as much emotionally. Too much emotionally? It was a question he didn’t know how to answer. How much was too much? Did too much even exist where she was concerned? And what would happen when she discovered the truth about his quest for Miranda?
When he first came up with the plan to use her to track her sister, he believed she would never know the truth—an innocent deception to achieve an important conclusion. Worst possible scenario would be a matter of if she found out. Now, it had become when she found out. He knew if they were to have any type of future together, he needed to tell her. But when? And more importantly—how?
With the information John had provided at lunch about Miranda being in town, that when now had an urgency attached to it that hadn’t been there yesterday. An urgency he needed to act on before it was too late, before Raina discovered the truth on her own. When he sat on the terrace at the Halloween party, waiting for her to arrive so he could initiate his plan, he never imagined how totally she would rock his world.
Miranda…the fact that he was truly falling in love with her sister did not change his feelings about her. Miranda consistently disgraced everything the witch community held as important, mocked the very existence of the bloodline and their beliefs. Harm To None. But harm was most certainly what he wanted to do to Miranda. Not physical harm, but definitely emotional and psychological. He wanted her reputation ruined, for everyone to know exactly who and what she really was. For the witch community to see her many transgressions and lack of remorse. A little ripple of anxiety darted through his body.
Destroy Miranda but without any fallout touching Raina? Was that possible? Something he would be able to accomplish?
And how in the world could he ever explain his intentions to Raina without it sounding like a blatant violation of their most basic credo? Without it appearing to be every bit as terrible as he knew it was?
She stirred, drawing his attention from his thoughts. He placed a loving kiss on her mouth as he stroked her hair. Somehow, he had to find the proper words…before it was too late.
He brushed another soft kiss across her lips as she opened her eyes. He couldn’t stop the warm smile of contentment that spread across his face. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
She returned his smile. Her emerald eyes sparkled with life and vitality. “Never better.” She brushed her fingertips across his cheek. “How about you?”
“I slept soundly,” a teasing quality surrounded his voice, “except for a series of highly erotic dreams.”
“And what in the world could you have been dreaming,” she ran her hand across his hard chest then down to his equally hard erection before finally coming to rest on his thigh, “that we haven’t done during the last couple of days?”
Raina saw the seriousness blanket his features but didn’t know what it meant.
He repeated her words. “During the last couple of days…I keep forgetting that it’s only been two nights and two days since we met at the party.” The same seriousness came out in his words. “This is the start of day number three.”
He brushed some loose strands of hair from her forehead then cupped her chin in his hand. His touch sent a tender warmth rippling through her body. She had fallen asleep last night with thoughts of love circulating through her mind. His words lingered in her consciousness. This is the start of day number three. Was it possible to truly fall in love in two days? Her entire reality had been in a state of upheaval from the moment she spotted him at the Halloween party. Were those feelings of love real or only a false emotion resulting from incredible sex with an extraordinary man?
He placed a quick kiss on each of her nipples, causing them to instantly pucker, then he got out of bed. “I can conjure up some coffee. Do you want to order breakfast from room service? We’re going to continue our tour of your city with a trip to the art museum today. Would you rather have breakfast out somewhere before the museum opens? Do you know a good breakfast place? Either way is okay with me, whatever you want.”
“As it happens, I do know a terrific breakfast place. A dozen different types of omelets in addition to the other standard breakfast items, fresh squeezed orange juice. And it’s close to the art museum.”
“Sounds great.” He glanced toward the bathroom, then back at her. “I know you soaked in a bubble bath last night. Are you planning to shower this morning or do you want to make the coffee while I grab a quick shower?” He shot her a sexy grin. “Or would you prefer to scrub my back while I’m in the shower and to hell with the coffee?”
She slid out of bed and grabbed her robe. “You know as well as I do that if we shower together, we’ll never make it out to breakfast. Or to the museum for that matter.”
He reached out and took her hand. “You are oh so right. I’ll grab a quick shower while you make the coffee.” He locked eye contact with her. It was a moment frozen in time, his steady gaze touching her heart as much as anything else. Then he headed into the bathroom. A minute later, she heard the shower.
Raina started the coffee, then quickly dressed. A few minutes later, he joined her in the parlor room of the suite, pausing long enough to pour a cup of hot coffee.
He sat across the table from her. “It’s still early. When does this breakfast place of yours open?”
She glanced at her watch. “In about half an hour. It’s a mile from here. That gives us just enough time to finish our coffee.”
He nervously played with his coffee cup, slowly turning it as it sat on the table. She didn’t understand his sudden change in demeanor. For a man who displayed total confidence in who he was, what he wanted, and where he was going, this show of uncertainty seemed totally out of character.
Reaching across the table, she placed her hand on top of his. “What’s wrong? You seem very distracted about something. Can I help?”
“I was just thinking about what your friend, John, said at lunch yesterday…about seeing your sister. Are you going to try to get in touch with her now that you know she’s in town?”
“I…I don’t know. Why?”
“Maybe you should…since she’s your only family, perhaps you should see if you can mend some of those broken fences.”
“You’ve changed your mind from yesterday when you suggested I sever all ties with Miranda and get on with my life?”
“I might have been a little hasty in yesterday’s comment. You can arrange to meet her here if you’d like, sort of neutral territory rather than having her come to your house. We could order lunch from room service, and you could talk here in private rather than meeting at a public place such as a restaurant where anyone could hear what you were saying.”
Very curious. It’s almost as if he wants to be involved in some sort of reconciliation between Miranda and me. “I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right to inflict my family problems on you.” She took a drink of her coffee as she collected her thoughts. “If I meet with her, I’d feel better if she came to my house.”
She took another sip of her coffee in an attempt to swallow the anxiety rising inside her. “It’s most likely a moot point. I’ve tried on several occasions over the last twenty years to reach Miranda, and she’s never returned my calls. I would occasionally get a han
d-written note from her, always mailed from a different city without a return address. She made it very clear that she didn’t want to see me, and after all this time, I’m not really sure I want to see her, either.”
“I don’t mean to sound as if I’m trying to make your decisions for you, far from it. Everyone is an individual with the right to make his or her own decisions…and mistakes.” A reflective expression darted across his face then quickly disappeared before she had an opportunity to read any meaning into it. “We all live with the consequences of our choices. We need to accept responsibility for those decisions and make the best of it, whether those choices were right or wrong.”
She looked at him quizzically, not really understanding what he was trying to say. “Are you telling me it would be a mistake not to see Miranda? That to choose to ignore her will be a decision I’ll regret?”
“No, I’m not trying to tell you anything. I’m merely offering some thoughts…” His words trailed off and he didn’t finish the sentence.
She placed her hand on his arm. “Devon? Is something wrong? You seem to be dancing all around something and trying your best not to touch it.”
A wave of apprehension assaulted her senses. It seemed that something very serious churned inside him, something separate from the time they had spent together since meeting at the party. Then she recalled his comment when she asked why he was at a Halloween party for mortals, his response that he came there to meet her. At the time, she accepted it as a smooth line, but now she was not so sure. Could some of the things Miranda said about him be in any way valid?
“What’s going on…if I’m not out of line in asking? My intention had been to seek you out at the Samhain gathering for exactly the purposes I stated, but my guess is that our meeting was anything but a coincidence. I was at the Halloween party because the host is a client of mine and it was a necessary business situation. You, on the other hand, were at the type of party a witch would never attend without a good reason, a party where you didn’t know anyone including the host, and you offered only a glib comment that you were there to meet me, said as if it was nothing more than a smooth pick-up line.”
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