Free The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic by Eliza March Page B

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    The scent of her desire mixed with the scent of her fear. The beast inside him roared. The combination had his inner demons fighting what was left of his civilized side.
    He licked his fingers and separated her folds, pressing one finger inside her. He slid it slowly in. She was wet, more than dripping wet. Her juices leaked like honey pouring from an overturned jug. She moaned at his touch. There was no doubt she wanted him, even though her opening clenched and tensed, trying to prevent the invasion of his single finger.
    He whispered, “Relax.” Maybe his size did intimidate her.
    Taking his time, he spread her cream over her clit then into her opening and probed deeper, with two fingers this time. She jumped back. He held her in place and explored. What the fu-u—? He bumped up against an unfamiliar obstacle and froze.
    Whoa. His cock twitched. Virgin. The beast roared, Mine!
    Surprise smacked him in the head. When he’d seen the strange expression on her face, he’d suspected her of something. This had never crossed his mind.
    He’d never had one, never done a virgin. Hell, he didn’t know if he could, certainly not without hurting her. His demon cheered.
    He tapped the monster back, ashamed.
    When he touched the barrier of her virginity again, assuring himself he hadn’t been mistaken, he heard a more solemn voice in his mind shout, Mine.
    He pulled his finger out. Shaking his head, he stared at her soft, pink folds in wonder.
    “Don’t stop. I have condoms,” she insisted. Her voice held a hint of panic. “I’m prepared.”
    More fear. Her desperation stirred the beast in him. Was she afraid because he’d stopped or afraid because he wouldn’t?
    Damn him. He didn’t care. He had to have her. The decision was already made for him. His body refused to walk away from this woman. He rolled off her legs, lay back against the headboard with his arms propped behind his head, and growled. “Get the condoms,” he ordered.
    Her terror drove him to the brink, to a place where he wouldn’t be able to stop. But fuck him, he’d hold the damn beast back if it took everything he had. Something about her made him want to guarantee she enjoyed her first ride.
    As she shuffled naked to her bag, only a hint of self-consciousness showed. Might as well take the opportunity to admire the view. The two cute dimples at the top of each rounded cheek tempted him to go after her. Her long hair covered her back.
    To hell with waiting. To hell with patience. He wanted to kiss her delectable ass.
    A happy thought made him grin. He wanted to bite it, too. No biting this time.
    She took another step, and then her legs distracted him. His gaze slowly drifted down those dancer’s legs. Later, he planned on wrapping her long, limber legs over his shoulders so he could lap up her liquid fire. She’d be too far gone to worry about the size of his cock or the prickle of pain when he breached her barrier. There was no way to avoid the inevitable pain, not completely. But all the pleasure he had in mind would distract her. Then he’d take hours making her forget the twinge of pain as he initiated her into the sexual world.
    Her hair swung across her back from side to side as she walked and exposed the large, colorful, life-size tattoo of fairy wings on her back. It was beautiful, almost mesmerizing. He was going to kiss every spot on those wings when she came back to bed.

Chapter 9

    No more

    The economy box of condoms said large . But after seeing him erect, Celeste wondered if they came in a size called wow or gigantic. Surely, these wouldn’t fit over that, that…Surely, that wouldn’t fit inside her.
    Yes, it will.
    They were fated for each other.
    She could almost hear Celia’s melodious voice saying, You will suit.
    With a shrug, she pushed back her hair. Rolling her shoulders, she braced for the inevitable and walked back to the bed. The condoms didn’t really matter to her or to him. These were only for pretense. She