Honor rose to his feet, pure male satisfaction in his gaze.
She threw her arms around his head and laughed. She kissed him, tasting her own essence, mating her tongue with his, reveling in his groans of desire.
“Take me,” she whispered, hitching up her dress. “Fuck me.”
He undid his pants and shoved them down, along with his underwear. His cock looked as big and thick and whoa-baby as she remembered.
Her hand dipped to his cock, but he captured her fingers and nibbled on them one at a time. He swung her around and backed her toward the opposite wall as she kissed the strong column of his neck, the rough line of his jaw, the dip in his chin.
This time when she reached for his cock, he didn’t stop her. She encircled the smooth, warm flesh then trailed her fingers from the base to its tip.
Honor lifted her and pinned her to the wall. His eyes were glazed and his breath harsh. Beneath her fingers, she could feel the ragged beat of his heart, which matched hers. She felt hot all over again, her pussy still wet and swollen.
He guided his cock inside her wet heat. He filled her, completed her. His arms hooked under her shoulders. Her breath caught in her throat when he pounded into her, his head cradled in the crook of her neck. Sweat rolled down her breasts, but all she felt was the need filling her belly, the spark ignited by his motions.
“Melanie,” he muttered. “My heart.”
She shattered into light and sound and feeling. Still, he fucked her, harder and faster… and oh God, another pleasurable sensation built and burst inside her.
“Honor,” she said hoarsely. “Oh, yes. Yes.”
She licked the sweat from his neck, grazing the flesh with her teeth. Her hands grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt to pierce to the skin underneath.
Honor found his pleasure, yelling her name, and speared her with his cock; she felt the pulsing of his cock emptying his seed.
He held onto her, shuddering. Then he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “An-onvie.”
Wizard’s mate.
Her favorite stories always had a happy ending.
And now, she had one for her very own.
Michele Bardsley
Nationally bestselling and award-winning author Michele Bardsley spends her days creating fictional worlds because, let’s face it, reality sucks. A prime example is that no one has yet to figure out how to make calorie-free chocolate. What’s up with THAT? She received an associate degree in liberal arts, which was no help whatsoever for becoming a novelist or a decent housekeeper. She lives in Oklahoma with her family and numerous pets. Visit her website at: www.MicheleBardsley.com or her MySpace: www.myspace.com/maggiemortis.
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