Enchanting Absinthe (Sex with Strings, Book Four) Read Online Free Page A

chest. She wanted to be naked with him, skin to skin, more than a few stolen moments. Each touch arced through her, embers of power catching hold, fanned by proximity.
    Her black briefs landed on the floor and were lost in the shadows, but he didn’t notice what she’d been wearing under her skirt. His green-eyed gaze had never left her face. Committing to memory or watching for a sign?
    A smile almost took hold on his lovely lips, but instead of running his hands over her thighs, inching closer to her wet pussy, the enchantment took over, caressing the newly exposed flesh. It circled her clit, stroked the slick folds of her pussy, as skilled as any lover intent on bringing pleasure. Her nails dug into the table as her heart rate increased. Did he hear it? Was he listening to the pulse of her blood and imagining biting her?
    She risked a glance, but no fangs showed. Would she let him if he wanted to? If he bit her, he would know what she was straight away. She pressed her lips together to try to stifle the groan. Right now she’d let him bite just to feel his touch, his lips on her skin. Her body ached for the warmth of flesh over the impersonal use of magic he shouldn’t possess.
    Her fingers twitched, wanting to peel open his leather pants and touch him. To get some kind of reaction from him besides him watching…or was this what he wanted—to watch as he fucked her with magic?
    She kept her hands to herself, resisting the temptation to run her hand up his chest or her tongue over his pulse. Any other man would’ve been hers by now. But any other man would have his hands on her flesh. The enchantment pinched her nipples tight and sent heat racing through her blood. She closed her eyes for a moment as the sensation almost overwhelmed her. He was good.
    But she needed more than magic. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Fuck me.” Her legs parted, offering herself to him.
    If he backed away, she’d use her own magic and have it out. She’d waited all night for this and she wasn’t going to be denied.
    His hand worked down his fly. A small economical move. The teeth separated and his cock broke free. Absinthe placed his hands on her hips for the fraction of a second it took to lift her onto the table. Unable to resist any longer, she reached out and let her fingers brush the smooth, hot skin of his cock. Not small. She breathed a little sigh of relief, and so far nothing weird, except for the magic.
    Absinthe flinched away from her touch. The enchantment pulled on her hand, so she let her hand fall away as if obeying. The ache in her core was matched by an ache that formed in her heart. He didn’t like to be touched. He used the spell to keep his lovers away. What or who had broken him?
    The thought just made her want to touch him again to prove to him that it wouldn’t hurt. At least he wasn’t going to fuck her with magic. His cock was hard and ready. The spell caressed her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs farther; she didn’t need to be asked twice. Her belly was a mass of unresolved tension and her breathing was coming in short ragged pants. She needed him, needed something more than the teasing stroke of magic—she could do that herself.
    His lips parted, as if hearing the need in the beat of her heart. He pulled a foil packet from his pocket. She almost told him not to bother because he was Vamp, but since they were both pretending to be human, she let him roll the rubber on.
    Then he moved closer, his hands landing lightly on her hips. Claire held her breath in case she broke the moment. The head of his shaft brushed against her pussy, hot and hard. For a moment he paused and the enchantment loosened, enough that had she been under she would’ve again had a moment to reconsider and change her mind.
    In response she lifted her hips a fraction, so there could be no doubt she wanted this. He thrust forward. His cock filled her pussy in one move. There was an exquisite second of adjustment