Page 19 of My Hexed Honeymoon (The Bridgewater Pack #2)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ragged breaths fill the tent, the snapping, crackling desire hotter than any campfire.

Diego’s mouth is on mine, coaxing me to open further to him, body and soul.

Each languid stroke of his fingers and tongue is undoing me in the most exquisite of ways, and I long for him to destroy me again and again. He’s cocky and immovable and occasionally a gentleman, and I don’t know how to deal with him any other way than giving in.

Especially since it feels so damn good to let go.

“Diego,” I breathe, arching into his touch, wrapping my fingers around his muscular shoulders and digging my nails lightly into his skin.

“Don’t worry, bruja .” He swipes his tongue along my upper lip before capturing my lower one between his teeth and giving it a teasing nip. “I’ll let you come, but I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

My magic gathers within me and zings, screaming and begging for more.

I’ve never had it intertwined with sex like this, the few times I indulged with human boys were few and far between.

Nothing even close to this, or I’d have become a sex fiend.

This is like oxygen after years underwater, fire that doesn’t get put out with rain.

I cry out as he plunges a finger inside me, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with a singular focus—pleasure.

“Have I warmed you up yet?” His arrogant question dissolves on my lips. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Please Diego, I need it more than I need my next breath,” I say, glancing up at him with a level of supplication I’ve never reached with anyone else, far too horny to be embarrassed.

Maybe if I can rid myself of this constant, needy ache between my legs, I can concentrate on something besides how Diego looks and how he walks, talks, and does every-fucking-thing, and how much he drives me crazy.

Diego pulls back, and I knew it—I should’ve let him in on how badly I need a release. People always use my desires and emotions against me.

But then I watch, transfixed, as he pops the fingers he had inside me in his mouth and sucks them clean.

My sex pulses in response, jealous and totally enrapt.

His hum fills the air. “Goddamn, woman. You’re all fire and sweetness.”

Lifting myself onto my elbows, thoughts of the chilly temperature long gone, I lock eyes with him and say, “Why don’t you take me already and see?”

The corner of his mouth lifts, a crooked, smug smile slowly taking shape. “Is someone in a hurry?”

An exasperated noise escapes as I rub my thighs together and tug on his arm. “Yes, me. I’ve made that abundantly clear. I can’t take it any longer.”

At long last he climbs over me, the extraordinary weight of him pinning me to the ground.

“Let’s just consummate the bond already,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist so he can’t get away again.

Diego swipes a few frizzy curls from my face and captures my chin in his hand. His thumb swipes across my lower lip and the walls of my pussy clamp and grow irritated at not having his cock buried deep inside already. “And who says arranged marriages aren’t romantic?”

He’s so pleased with himself, tossing my words back at me, that I decide to show him I’m not the only one hot and bothered.

I move my lips to his ear, darting my tongue out to lick the lobe before sucking on the skin right beneath. A slight shift of my hips brings the head of his cock up against my entrance, and then the arms he’s braced himself on shudder and threaten to give out.

“Fine, you just stay right there. I’ll do all the work.” I rock my hips up, and he slides inside me with a guttural groan.

“Not on my watch.” Diego withdraws his delicious length, one of his large hands pinning my hips to the ground so I can’t lift my hips and capture his cock again.

I’m about to protest and prostrate myself, but then he thrusts inside me, fast and hard, so deep we become one.

I stretch to accommodate his size, a slight whimper falling from my lips.

“You okay?” Diego asks, checking on me with a tenderness in his espresso-colored eyes I didn’t expect.

“Gods yes,” I rasp, arching against him. My magic scores burning lines through my limbs, flowing like molten lava beneath the skin. Every cell in my body glimmers and pops, a firecracker that’s just been lit and about to go off.

Then we’re moving together as if our bodies have been set to this rhythm for centuries.

It’s a desperate type of worship, like our lives are on the line and all we can do is pray.

After days and days of this fevered hunger brewing between us, it’s become a living, breathing thing, and it’s a fucking relief to finally be scratching that hedonistic itch that won’t go away.

“Right— uhnnn . There.” I grip a fistful of his hair, yanking his mouth to mine for a heated kiss, where we say everything we need to with our tongues.

We’re fire and friction and skin beaded with sweat.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust takes me to another pleasure-filled plane, until I’m sure our bodies were made with the sole purpose of worshipping each other.

Diego hooks his hand in the crook of my knee and brings my leg up over his hip, hitting a delicious spot deep inside me not even I knew existed. Now it’s my new obsession, along with the pressure of his cock and how he rocks against me.

One blissful sensation after the next shivers through me—the scrape of his stubble, the hand kneading my breast and tweaking my nipple.

I was freezing and now I’m scorching hot, the incendiary flames so glorious I’ve decided to let them take me.

Grabbing at his back and digging my nails into his shoulders to anchor myself as the inferno spreads, I take control of the kiss. It’s my turn to do a little plundering and conquering.

My breaths come right on top of each other, as rapid as the thundering of my heart. His pubic bone comes to glorious rest against my clit, rubbing and adding an intoxicating pressure with each roll of my hips.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, afraid I’ll reach the summit but miss the exhilarating free-fall that comes after.

Every muscle in his body goes taut, and he groans like it’s physically paining him to hold back. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it.”

I’ve brought this giant beast to his knees, and I’m too greedy to release him ever again, not with the bond giving whole new meaning to mutual satisfaction.

Every move feels like discovering electricity, shedding light on previously undiscovered realms of pleasure I want to visit again and again. His desire fuels mine, which fuels his, which fuels mine.

“Touch me,” I whisper. “Like you did earlier.”

He reaches between us and finds my clit, and then my vision and hearing come in snippets of his pecs and bulging biceps and grunts and groans.

“That’s it,” he says, his praise sending me soaring higher. “You’re fucking gorgeous, all naked and needy for me.”

He shifts back on his heels the tiniest bit, changing up the angle of his thrusts while increasing the pressure of his circling fingers.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, and I nod, despite not being totally sure what he’s asking.

My eyelashes flutter closed as that euphoric pressure builds to a head…

And bursts.

My muscles lock around him, increasing the deluge of pleasure. I cry out as my orgasm dashes through my entire body, clinging to Diego as the tidal wave pulls me under and he buries his face in my neck.

I feel his hot, panted breaths against my damp skin, and then he pistons his hips faster, driving into me one last time, all the way to the hilt.

With a growl, he empties himself into me, his hips bucking with the aftershocks.

I’m a warm, melted pile of skin and bones, in a sleeping bag with a hulking werewolf who curls me to his big body.

We lie like that for several minutes, the bond thrumming between us like a heartbeat.

But there beneath the magic and contentedness, a string in my chest tugs, attempting to attach itself to a guy more dangerous than any vampire army—at least to me, anyway.

In record time, Diego De la Cruz has torn through every defense I’ve ever built.

I’m afraid I’ve landed in werewolf quicksand, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m in over my head.