Page 23 of Untraced Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #1)

I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her, my breath shuddering at the sight of the matching white thong covering her.

“This,” I said, eyeing the lacy thong as my hand traveled the length of her leg, “is a pleasant surprise.”

Morgan smirked. “You like them?”

My hand teased the edge of the fabric, my brows rising.

“Do I like them?” I kissed her mouth again, dragging my teeth over her bottom lip. “I fucking love them.”

I skirted a finger beneath the barely-there fabric of her thong, causing her to whimper.

“Please,” she pleaded in a breathy gasp.

A smile tugged on the corner of my mouth. “Please what, little doe?”

She moved against my hand, but I wouldn’t let her have it.

“Please, I need more. Touch me.”

I dragged her thong to the side, sliding a finger through her center, and cursed. “So wet for me,” I praised, slipping a finger into her soaked pussy and her warmth swallowed me .

A rush of breath filled her lungs as she held my gaze. “Hhmmmmm,” she moaned, pulling my mouth down to hers.

She felt like fucking paradise on a balmy day against my hand, and I admired her writhing against my touch. When I added another, her hips bucked in response as I curled them against her in a tortuous rhythm.

“Open your eyes,” I commanded, and she obeyed.

Wide, hazy irises stared back at me as I dragged her closer to release, one hand on her cheek, one in her pussy, our eyes colliding, unblinking.

“I want to see you fall apart,” I said, my face inches from hers. “I want this memory etched in your mind, knowing it was me who made you come undone, without even taking these pretty little panties off you.”

I stared down at her, admiring the way her chest rode waves as her breath became uneven.

Burning desire pinched the space between us, and when my thumb found her clit, her hips hiked, her hands clenching white linen as she climbed her peak.

“Don’t stop. Please…” she begged.

When her orgasm claimed her, pleasure spilled from her in quick breaths, her core shuddering against my hand. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But I wasn’t finished.

I pulled my top over my head, and she stared at my naked chest, scouring every inch of me like I could expect marks to appear in the morning .

I slid Morgan’s thong down her creamy thighs, kicking off the bottom half of my clothing until we drank in the other bare. She peered up at me, taking in my nakedness.

I felt every slide of her gaze as it traveled over my frame, inch by inch, as if she were marking out her own map on my skin. The prickle of her stare traced down to my dick, and she sucked in a breath as she took in my length.

I palmed it, heavy in my hand, and a smile curved her lips.

I chuckled. “Like what you see?”

She grew bolder in that moment. “Yeah, I do,” she said, replacing my hand with hers.

Morgan worked me over, flesh on flesh, and I slammed my eyes shut, taking in the moment.

The first time someone touched you was always a good time. But this? This was like an explosion in my blood, forcing its way through me. I desperately held on, never having had to will myself to keep it together this way before, lost in the caress of her hands.

As if Morgan knew, she eased off, her thumb running lazy circles around the head instead.

I couldn’t take it any longer and sat up on my knees.

Moving over her again until her back hit the bed, my hand ran the length of her body, admiring her.

I bolted my eyes to hers, my hand drawing circles on her knee. “I want to see you. All of you.”

A blush rushed to her cheeks.

“Please,” I added, and this time she didn’t shy away. Her knees fell apart, and I drank in the most addictive part of her.

My eyes heated. “God dammit,” I groaned.

“Like what you see?” she said coyly, and I chuckled at the line that was now becoming an in-house joke between us.

I gave an appreciative nod. “You know I do.”

When I claimed her mouth with mine again, our bodies glided together. Skin on skin, hands exploring and tongues tasting.

My dick was dangerously close to her sex, and she motioned to her bedside drawer. I swiftly found what I needed, rolling the condom over me, certain she didn’t know about the monthly herbal remedy most woman took in Cutters Cove to prevent pregnancy.

Morgan raked a hand over the stubble on my jaw, watching as I slid my cock through her arousal before slowly sinking into her.

A tight breath left her lips as I stretched her to the hilt, my forehead resting on hers.

“You okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, go slow,” she said between breaths.

I pumped into her slowly, letting her adjust until her hips met my movements with need. She felt exquisite, so tight around my dick and so fucking perfect.

“My fucking gods,” I groaned.

I sank into her harder this time, lost in a selfish greed of my own, a possessive need to claim her as mine.

She moaned as I pulled out and slid into her again, not taking my eyes off her, wisps of hair coating her face. I pushed them away, covering her lips with mine as she fisted my hair. I couldn’t get enough of her as she wildly grabbed my shoulders before sinking her hands into my ass.

I hitched her right leg over my shoulder, and a hurried breath left her in response to the new depth. Her mouth fell open in silent pleasure.

Words rushed from her. “Ohmigod… Ty .”

“Fuuuck,” I cursed as her walls clenched around me.

My thumb swept over her clit, and she held me tighter, the friction pulling me into a different world where all I could see, hear, and smell was her. Invading every sense of my being, like she was fucking my soul.

“Tell me when. Come with me,” I pleaded, desperately holding on for her.

“I’m so close,” she cried out, meeting my every thrust.

I slicked my thumb, and it glistened as I pressed her bud harder this time, circling it with intent.

Morgan writhed beneath me. “Oh god, I’m… now .”

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

She milked me until we both lay crumpled in a heap together, the comedown of our sex like our own addictive drug.

I trailed my fingers over the outline of her hips, curved perfectly into her waist.

“Do you feel that?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied softly. “When you touch me, my skin comes alive.”

“You too?”

Still hazy from her climax, her stare stripped me raw, peeling back every layer. “Yes. It’s incredible.”

She rested her head into the curve of my shoulder as I smiled into the dimly lit room.

Her fingers traced the ridges of my chest, inspecting it like one would a piece of art, and when darkness swallowed daylight, I stared at her as moonlight danced over us.

She was perfect. And she was mine.