Page 80 of The Dark Mage

At the top of her thigh, he paused and leanedback.

His touch was almost reverent as he brushed his fingers against her core for the first time—a slow, deliberate stroke that had her squeaking with ecstasy.

“Tell me where,” he whispered, his fingers tracing small, lazy circles.

When he reached her favorite spot, she clenched her teeth.

“There,” she gasped, pleasure blooming with petals of heat in her bloodstream.

Fael moved his fingers with tender precision, sending the heat coursing through her body.The mattress dipped as she pressed the soles of her feet down, a wave of pleasure rising to carry her higher.Small pieces of her broke apart until she teetered on the brink of climax.Fael’s wicked smile proved how much he savored her unraveling.

“Stop,” she panted.

He froze, worry flashing on his face—until she pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around his middle.

“I want to come with you,” she whispered into his skin, taking a deep breath of the scent of him along the line of his abdomen.

Fael let her press him down until he lay on his back, his head near the foot of the bed.Ren’wyn straddled his hips, lowering herself to cradle the length of him between her thighs.

She twisted her hair off her neck, lacing her fingers through it as she rocked her hips.A low moan escaped her as his hard length slid across her sensitive center.

Fael’s fingers dug into her legs, his eyes closed with pleasure, his breath ragged withneed.

When she reached down and took him in her hand, his grip tightened.

She raised her hips, locking eyes with him before pressing him against her entrance.

Fael groaned her name—a fierce, guttural sound—as she tilted her hips and took him in, rocking until he was seated fully, a part of her in the deepest, most elementalway.

Slow and steady, they found a rhythm all their own, Ren’wyn moving in waves above hisbody.

Fael’s hand slid over her thigh, the other fisting the sheets.Ren’wyn took his wrist, guiding his fingers over her sensitive skin from knee to hip before slipping his hand between their bodies, guiding his thumb to press that perfect spot that destroyed her sanity.His touch, combined with the heavy, perfect fullness of him inside her, coiled her body tighter and tighter.

She let the building release grow, burning like a fire that started in her core and spread outward like wildfire through every nerve.

“Ren’wyn, Ren’wyn,” Fael panted, his voice a request and a warning as they approached the breaking point.

Andthen—

Shadow and darkness curled off her skin, tendrils rising around them like smoke.

She halted, clamping down on her magic.

Fael stopped too, propping himself up on his forearms.His hazel eyes searched hers as the shadow and darkness receded.Placing his hand between her shoulder blades, he pulled her close for a slow, tenderkiss.

“Why would you stop?”he asked, low and rough.

Misunderstanding him, Ren’wyn began to rock her hips again, but he caught her and pressed her back, withdrawing from herbody.

“No,” Fael said, and she winced with embarrassment until he continued, “I felt your magic rising.Why would you stop it?”

Ren’wyn really looked at him then—at his clear, steadyeyes.

She had never unleashed her power with Esrin during sex.What if losing control made her into something else?What if Fael looked at her with fear?The room suddenly felt cold, her naked skin too exposed.

Fael took her hand, kissing her fingertips.

“I’m not afraid of your darkness,” he murmured.