Threads of Desire (Spellcraft) - By Stone, Eleri Page 0,18

muscles in a man’s neck?

How beautiful he was. She kissed his throat, letting her tongue finally taste his skin. When she pulled back, he looked at her.

“I would like to know how this feels when you are behind me.”

He seemed nearly as surprised by her words as she was. But she wouldn’t take them back. It was the truth. And their time was short. She didn’t know what it was about her that appealed to Kal, but he might tire of her at any moment. She knew that this was a mirage, but she was dying of thirst and willing to cling to the illusion awhile longer.

“You’re certain?”

In answer, she turned and set her hands to the bed, glancing over her shoulder to see if he’d follow. Goose bumps rose on her skin, but she wasn’t chilled—and the expression on his face was anything but cool. He made a sound somewhere between a groan and prayer as he moved, coming up behind her. She felt his heat first, the tickling scrape of the hair on his thighs and then his big hand settling possessively on the small of her back.

“Oh, Ily.” He bent over her, moved the hair from her shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. “You are one surprise after another.”

His cock slid between her thighs, rubbing against her wet folds, rousing an interest she thought had been exhausted. A shudder ran through her body. She could tell he smiled by the way his cheek moved against her skin. Another kiss below her ear and, smooth as silk, he was gliding inside her. Her swollen flesh parted for him, and she moaned softly when he was fully planted.

“All right?”

“You feel bigger like this.”

“You feel perfect.” But he sounded pleased by her statement. She hadn’t meant it as flattery. He could hurt her. In this position, he had all of the control. She was trusting him. How had that happened?

He pulled back and pumped into her with slow, even thrusts, letting her feel him, his restraint, asking for her trust with every slick retreat. Earning it. He didn’t raise himself to loom over her as she’d half-expected him to do. He planted one hand beside hers to hold most of his weight. His chest, sweat-slick and deliciously warm, pressed to her back. His other arm circled her hips. He nuzzled the side of her neck as he rode her. His thrusts only became forceful when he neared his peak and she met every thrust, urging him, wanting to feel him come apart. His hand flexed on her hip, opened and flexed again harder even as he jerked and then surged forward, holding himself as deep as he could get while his cock throbbed inside her.

His forehead dropped to her shoulder and he breathed hard, nearly panting from his efforts. She collapsed to her stomach and twisted around so she could see his face. Sweat dripped from his hair onto her chest. His head was bowed as though he’d run a race. Magnificent beast. She smiled at him as he fell beside her on the bed.

They’d have to bathe again later. She thought of the enormous bath waiting empty now in the next room and her mind began to wander. Her smile widened as she draped her leg over his and his arm slipped around her shoulders.

Chapter Seven

The University, where all magically gifted Sarian-born children were trained, was considered to be one of the great marvels of the modern world. The first mage had claimed the land on the eastern shore of the Tigent Sea in a cove located several miles south of Lasura. They were within a day’s travel of the palace but well removed from the sprawl and tumult of the capital city.

The original halls and living quarters had been carved directly from the white cliffs overlooking the crystalline green waters of the small bay. Those rooms had been simple and spare, befitting the warrior mages who’d lived and studied there. After the initial conquest of the lands surrounding the Tigent, Casian III outlawed the study of the dark arts and the University began to train its students in the creation of work fit for trade. Where once the mages based their power on the threat of pain, now their power came from wealth and there was no sign of those bare stone rooms anywhere within the current structure.

The University was a living thing, constantly changing as it was refined by