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

from pain to pleasure as his shaft stretched her core, and her eyelids flickered and closed. Anything less than being claimed by him would have been disappointing.
    Then he began moving. Slow, sure strokes that sent sparks of desire through her body. The spell swept over her skin, doing the job his hands and lips should’ve done. But with her eyes closed, he was everywhere. Around her, in her. She breathed him in, sweat and something else more basic, more earthy. The thought was snatched away as he brought her closer. His breath tickled her neck as if he was thinking of biting. She didn’t care if he did. Her head tilted slightly and a moan lodged in her throat.
    But his lips never brushed her skin. There was something almost businesslike about the way he fucked—oh, he was making it good. Every thrust of his shaft teased her clit and the magic eddied around her like the touch of a second lover. Yet it felt as if he was going through the motions instead of having fun. He should be enjoying himself, this was his spell. She let a little of her own magic free, a simple suggestion to relax.
    The power that had been building between them flared. It fed off the enchantment like a hungry lover. The room could combust any moment. If she opened her third eye she would see the purple flames writhing over her skin.
    It didn’t matter that she felt as if she could melt all of the polar icecaps. It wasn’t enough, she wanted his teeth on her skin, his lips to crush hers and steal her breath.
    As if responding to her unspoken suggestion, his fingers laced with hers on the table. Her tightly covered breasts rubbed against his chest. His breath on her skin teased when she needed his kiss.
    This was the most he had touched her. His spell touched her clit and circled in a slow and maddening pace. His thrust became faster and shallower. His lips touched her neck, not a kiss and not a bite, but the contact was all she needed. She was Shaman and they thrived on physical contact. She couldn’t stifle the cry as she came hard, her core clenching around his cock. The flames were immediately absorbed into her skin. Hot and fast.
    His hips pumped and he groaned his release, but she was miles away, lost in her own pleasure and the power burn. Slowly she clawed her way back to reality. The enchantment slid away along with any remaining power residue. Claire exhaled, enjoying being boneless and caged by his body on the table. The fever from absorbing power was only temporary, much like the afterglow.
    He was still inside her. And he wasn’t pulling away.
    Claire didn’t move. For the first time she felt only Absinthe, his hands over hers, the thud of his heart echoing hers. He was hers, no magic, nothing but simple lust and two people giving in to desire. It had been good to let go. She’d needed it. Now his body fitted against hers the way she liked. He didn’t overpower her with size and he hadn’t fanged up like she’d expected a Vamp to do. In his arms, her body was hot and liquid and deliciously relaxed.
    She peeked under her lashes. His eyes had lost their luminescence. In its place, confusion, as if he’d gone too far. His rough fingers brushed against her hands as he reclaimed some distance. He didn’t want to be touching her, that wasn’t part of the act.
    Claire tilted her head and looked at him. The light cut across his face, emphasizing already sharp lines. Before she could speak, his eyes became as unreadable as polished emeralds. He pulled out.
    “Uhh.” She sighed at the loss. He left her empty and aching—in the good way. But part of her was still hungry.
    Absinthe turned and tossed her the towel while he threw the rubbish in a bin she couldn’t see in the dark, but he wouldn’t have that problem. Her fingers closed around the towel and too quickly her skin absorbed his scent. Even if she scrubbed in the shower for days, she’d still smell him on her skin. Plus she’d never forget what could only be described as the