Page 11 of Loving Amari
I cannot deny the fear that lives in me,” Amari admits. “And I’ve tried to make it go away, but I simply cannot. I fear losing you, all the time, Carla. You are a very powerful witch, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that you are meant for more than just Wintermoon.”
I press my forehead to his, breathing in his scent. “If I have to choose between?—”
Amari places a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I will never let you do that.”
Fire sparks within me, that stubborn defiance he both loves and struggles with. “I don’t care what you say. I’ll never let anyone or anything take you from me, not even Mother Fate herself,” I hiss, the words fierce and unapologetic.
A smile spreads across Amari’s face, pride and love shining in his eyes. “Now can I finally take you home and make love to you?”
I nod, suddenly desperate to feel him against me, inside me. I release my magic, pink webs swirling from my fingertips as I lower the web to the forest floor. Amari helps me stand once we reach the ground, his hands steady and strong.
“I need to feed you again,” he says, eyeing me with concern.
“You first,” I reply with a grin.
He chuckles. “Don’t you dare threaten me with a good time.”
His smile widens as he watches my magic fade away, and before I can react, he scoops me into his arms. The world blurs around us as he flashes me back to the palace with his vampire speed, stopping at the edge of the stairs. He carries me slowly up each step, his eyes never leaving mine.
“What about Bobby, Tofi...” I start, suddenly remembering our responsibilities.
“I’ll get to them later,” Amari interrupts, his voice low but gentle. “Only you now, and please don’t argue with me baby. I just want to love you. Don’t punish me for that.”
I relax in his arms, letting him have his way. Sometimes it’s easier to surrender to Amari’s devotion than to fight it. He carries me into our bedroom, the space warm and familiar, and gently sets me down on the plush bed.
The dual sensation tips me over. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my legs shaking as he keeps going, keeps licking and sucking like he’s trying to capture every drop. My hand presses harder against my mouth, muffling my cries as my body convulses with the force of it.
I’m not quite ready for a round of his impressive bear fucking, but denying lovemaking with him is not something I’m going to do. Ever.
Amari crawls into bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, back to where we left off,” he purrs.
“Lemonade!” I call out loudly, smirking at him.
“Amari narrows his eyes, his gaze turning predatory. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’ve only been back home a day,” I counter. “You aren’t about to break me.”
“Another time,” he promises, climbing on top of me.
I surrender myself to him as his lips find mine in a passionate kiss that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His hands are everywhere. Caressing my breasts, skimming over my sides. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing more.
Amari takes his time stripping me out of my dress, his fingers trailing over each newly exposed inch of skin. When he peels off my panties, his grip tightens on my hips.
“Beautiful,” he whispers against my skin as he kisses his way up my body.
His lips find my neck, sucking and licking at my claim mark, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasp when he moves lower, capturing a nipple between his lips. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make me moan. He pays equal attention to the other breast before continuing his journey downward.
“Starting where I left off,” he murmurs against my inner thigh.
When his tongue finally finds my center, I nearly come off the bed. My fingers thread through his short curls, holding him to me as he devours me. He knows exactly how to build me up, exactly where to touch, to lick, to suck until I’m crying out his name. My first orgasm crashes over me in waves of intense pleasure that leave me gasping for breath.
But Amari doesn’t stop. He continues his assault, his tongue working my swollen flesh without mercy. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I’m coming again, harder this time, my body shaking with the force of it.
Only then does he finally move up my body, positioning himself over me. His eyes lock with mine as he slides his dick inside me, filling me completely. The stretch is exquisite, my body still sensitive from my previous orgasms.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
He begins to move, slow at first, then with increasing urgency. My nails dig into his shoulders as he drives into me, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.