Page 81 of The Dark Mage

He led her tingling fingertips from his lips to his bare chest, tracing a scar along his shoulder without ever breaking theirgaze.

“Fear, pain, and darkness are old friends, Ren’wyn,” he said, his voice calm and sure.“You can only bring me light.Share your magic with me, please.”

Grabbing her around the waist, he laid her down on her back, her hair fanning out over the pillows.Their skin met—the rough hair on his chest and legs tickling her pleasantly.His lips brushed hers softly, then found the hollow between her collarbones before moving to the sensitive skin of her upper arm.His unrelenting exploration made her prickle all over again.

Fael’s body was a furnace, radiating warmth that made her feel gloriously like she was basking under the summer sun.When she sighed as his mouth covered her nipple, he nudged her legs apart with his thigh and tenderly brushed his hand along her hip, guiding her towardhim.

“Yes, Fael.Yes,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the security of his warm embrace.

“Look at me,” he begged.

Where else could she look?She took him in—body and heart—her eyes locked with his as they sank into one another.

As they found their rhythm again, he let go of his hold on his magic.Flames flickered over his arms, glowing like molten iron.His hazel eyes burned bright, and his skin radiated waves ofheat.

Ren’wyn traced a finger over his chest, her magic responding instinctively.Frost formed where she touched, hissing and spitting against thefire.

Fael groaned in ecstasy as tongues of fire licked at the bedding and ran over Ren’wyn’s skin.The flames felt hot but didn’t burn—each flicker like the press of akiss.

The sight of him unbound left her breathless.She hooked her legs through his, tilting her hips to take him deeper.

Fael cursed at the change in position, bracing himself to thrust harder even as she clung to his shoulders.Shadows coiled over his upper arms as darkness poured from her skin, spilling across the sheets around them.A cold wind stirred Fael’s curls.

But his fire didn’t gutter.Instead, the wind fed the flames, turning them blue at the base.The combined power filled Ren’wyn—a mix of ice and fire.Her muscles tensed to the point of pain under the pleasure.

Fael’s gaze locked onto hers, and as their magic entwined, he climaxed with a shuddering cry of her name—loud enough to make her understand why he’d paid for the emptyroom.

Bracing himself on the headboard, he cracked the solid oak under the force of hisgrip.

He collapsed against her, panting and warm, pressing soft kisses to her neck and shoulder.Her skin tingled wherever his lips touched, and her breath hitched.When he recovered, he chuckled, his chest vibrating againsther.

“Your turn,” he said with a dangerous glint in hiseyes.

Rolling over, Fael pulled her on top of him.He slipped his hand between her legs, watching her face, until he found the spot that made her eyelids flutter.She dug her fingertips into his chest as he gripped her backside.

She was already on the edge of orgasm, just from watching him.Shadows poured from her fingers, curling through his flames like smoke.Fael groaned as her hips bucked and her thighs clenched, and it was her turn to tumble over theedge.

Her climax tore through her like shooting stars, like rushing wind, like the inescapable call of death itself.

She cried out his name over and over as the waves hit her.Smoke, shadow, and darkness blanketed them, Fael’s fire flaring bright before dimming into a slowburn.

When she finally opened her eyes, his skin steamed where frost had meltedaway.

Fael gently helped her slide off him, laying her softly onto the bed.Leaning over her, he traced lazy circles on her stomach as she continued to slow her breathing.

“Have you ever broken a bed before?”she asked slyly as his fingers crept toward her breast.

“I might be embarrassed if I wasn’t so thoroughly satisfied,” he whispered against her ear, making her toescurl.

“Have you ever covered a lover in frost?”he teased.

She flushed, shaking her head.“I’ve never shown anyone that, not even myself.”

His gaze softened.He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek, then twined his hand into her unbound hair.Leaning in, he inhaled as though breathing her in.

“You never have to hide it,” he said.“I’m not afraid.Your power is wild and beautiful.It calls to mine—strengthens it.What you made my fire do, Ren’wyn...”His words ended in a sensual groan.

Her gaze flicked to the cracked headboard.“You’re strong.”