Talic’s POV
How did things turn so serious and hot in just a few minutes?
We were just dancing not so long ago and enjoying our time together. How were we now savagely taking our clothes off and kissing like it was the end of the world?
“My heart was beating rapidly, and my breath was labored as my tongue collided with hers. My arm was around her waist, and my hand was behind her neck. She was breathing a little loudly, but she was still in control; she had already managed to unbutton my shirt with magic and was now gripping it tightly in her fists.”
“Wait, please wait,” I whispered huskily when I slightly pulled back.
She nodded and then took off my shirt, pushing me back and sending me stumbling into a sitting position on the sofa behind us.
I swallowed hard as I looked at her from head to toe with a lust-filled gaze, taking everything in.
Her dress was wrinkled and ripped; it hung low around her waist. Her upper body was bare, and she seemed to enjoy that I was looking at her because she had this beautiful yet sexy wide smile across her face.
She moved her hands to her breasts and gave them a squeeze as I raised an eyebrow.
Was she giving me my very own private show?
“Is it pleasing to your eyes?” she asked huskily as she slid her hands to her neck and through her long hair.
Hell yeah, it was! I loved her and everything she was doing right now.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, then licked my lips.
Not only was her body the best I had ever seen, but she also had the most perfect breast size that I was dying to squeeze and curves I wanted to taste.
“Speechless,” she whispered and then moved in front of me when I nodded.
She leaned in, pressing her finger on my cheek and sliding it to my lips.
I opened my mouth, licking it slowly and then sucking on it. She looked surprised for a second before she pulled it back and stood upright, brushing her hand against her body as the clothes on her lower body disappeared.
I was getting nervous seeing her fully naked because it was becoming clear to me that we weren’t going to stop at just kissing.
It wasn’t our first time, because while she had a mate in the past, Harvey usually messed around for fun. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be our first time together.
I wanted to be reasonable and tell her how we needed to talk this through, take it slow, and choose a day to be intimate, but I couldn’t because I was so desperate to feel her against my body and touch her body as soon as I could. In my head, it was all “fuck foreplay” and “stick it in already.”
I leaned forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her into my arms.
She took a sharp breath and rested her hand on my chest, kneeling between my parted legs.
“Impatient,” she said in a low, husky voice.
“Aren’t you?” I asked seriously.
“I am,” she answered, then blushed.
“I want to hold you as soon as possible. Won’t you strip me naked?” I asked huskily. She smiled and then leaned in, kissing me deeply as I kissed her back. Her hands moved to my belt and unbuckled it. When she pulled the zipper down, she pulled back from the kiss, looking serious.
“Who said you are in clothes?” she asked as I smiled, knowing she had stripped me naked with her magic.
“I wasn’t going to waste time and take it slow; I took care of that already,” she answered.
I moved my hand, brushing it through her hair with a low sigh.
“I love you a lot, Edith. Actually, Harvey and I love you with everything we are,” I said honestly.
She looked stunned for a few seconds.
She grabbed my hand and kissed it gently, then dropped it.
“I love you too. I actually love both of you with all my heart,” she answered, then smiled warmly.
I grabbed her by the waist, spinning her to sit with her back towards me. Then I moved my hands over her body, caressing her skin to make her relax with the tingles she felt.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered huskily in her ear.
She hesitated but slowly did.
“Relax,” I said in a low tone, then licked my middle finger, coating it with saliva and pressing it down her clit, moving it to her clit. Using light pressure, I began stroking it, making sure my motions were causing her pleasure. As her moans began to get louder, I could feel pride and satisfaction. Her soft mumbles and slight movements showed me how she wanted more.
When I thrust two of my fingers into her wetness and began fingering her, she moved her hand to the back of my neck, scratching there gently.
The deeper I pushed in, the more she scratched my neck, and that made me act.
I pulled out my fingers and frowned when she grabbed my hand, then turned to face me breathlessly.
“Why?” she asked, leaning in and getting on top of me before I could answer, kissing me gently while I moved my back against the armrest with my legs outstretched. I wanted to pull back when she straddled my waist, with her feet on the couch and knees bent, going down on me and taking my length into her.
One of my hands went on her hip as she began to move, while my other hand was on her breast. My lips were at her collarbone, kissing and grazing my teeth there. Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead, and each time I moved my hips forward to thrust in deeply, she threw her head back.
When she called out my name, my groans grew louder, and my mind went blank.
It felt like I was in paradise every time her walls squeezed me in. It was taking all of me to hold back from marking her and fully claiming her.
Her voice was loud and wavering as her body rocked in a movement that met my own.
I cared less if someone was hearing us because I felt satisfied being buried deep inside her and taking all of her.