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the magic know?” She stroked his cheek again.
    “It is what it is, as we are what we are. We are where we are supposed to be, as uncomfortable as it is.” He sighed.
    The slight touch of her hand seemed to sooth him; he relaxed and his feral demeanour diminished a little.
    She leaned in to kiss him, and he pressed her back in her chair.
    Bel stroked his tongue with hers and carefully made it past the sharp teeth. His hands tightened on her hips, and he got to his feet, holding her above him as he walked across the loft to his bedroom.
    She continued to kiss him, stroking his shoulders and kneading his neck. Her hands plucked at his t-shirt, and she shuddered herself. He gradually lowered her until she was on her feet, and then, he pulled her leather jacket off.
    Her clothing disappeared in a swirl of magic, and she didn’t know if it was hers or his.
    His clothing disappeared a moment later.
    She opened her eyes and stared at him. “Oh, wow.”
    His body was covered with tattoos, marks of swirling snow. It covered his shoulders, the hard furry planes of his chest and cascaded over his belly to swirl in a flurry around his groin.
    She grinned. “I think it is trying to tell me something.”
    She followed the spirals of silver and black down until she caressed the length of his cock and smiled. “Do the marks cover your back as well?”
    He gently removed her hand from him and turned. The marks did, indeed, start at his shoulders and narrow toward his tailbone. Wide spirals on his buttocks made her want to trace the pattern with her fingers, so she did.
    The muscles flexed, and he shuddered. “Are you teasing me?”
    “Exploring. I only have three days left before I head back to the workshop, so I am getting all the experience in that I can.”
    He froze and turned at a glacial pace. He scowled. “What do you mean?”
    “Going back. You know, for Christmas Eve. All of us reindeer are heading back on the twenty-third. It was part of our plan.”
    “Did Santa know?” He gripped her arms and scowled.
    She used magic and snapped their hair down. Two wild things above a candy shop. “I don’t know. If he didn’t know, he expected you to get us home, and you will. If he did know, he sacrificed his elves to the reindeer. Either way, I get time in the human world and the touch of a man whose voice makes me wet.”
    Apparently, that was a magic word. She was lifted again and tossed lightly on the bed; the air came out of her when he thumped down on top of her.
    He lifted up almost immediately, and he rubbed his lips against her neck, moving down her body and inhaling her scent as he went. He smelled like butter and chocolate today. It was a heady and delightful combination. “Fudge today?”
    He parted her legs, and his scenting continued with one thigh draped on his shoulder.
    He licked at her skin, and she was as wet as she had promised. His light forays of tasting broke down as he feasted on her, his tongue sliding and jabbing inside while she twisted to take him deeper.
    She arched in a bow when her orgasm hit. A tiny squeak left her lungs.
    Rex’s lapping slowed, but didn’t stop. She breathed heavily as the tension started to build one more time.
    He muttered something against her and worked his way back up her body. He nuzzled the side of her neck, and she heard him whisper, “Even better than a kiss.”
    She knew he was talking about her taste, but she kept herself from saying something snarky. With a slight adjustment to both of them, he pressed between her thighs.
    Bel gasped as the length and girth filled her slowly. Rex wove a hand through her hair and held her head so the only place her gaze could go was him.
    It was a bit of an effort and a snug fit, but he did fit completely and without any pain.
    He kissed her and moved his hips, thrusting and retreating with increasing ferocity. The gentle motions became harder, and soon, she was holding onto the headboard to stop her upward movement.
    He nipped her