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yet it was needy, like mine. We needed different things, or so I thought.
    She bent to kiss me and her lips barely touched mine. Testing, tentative, feeling her way into my desire. I wanted to pull her close and dive deep into her mouth, but respected her careful slowness. And then she did what I’d just imagined, tracing her tongue along mine and slicking in deep, giving me her taste, her breath, her moans.
    “Yes,” I muttered against her mouth and pulled her onto me, wanting to plunge my cock into her just as her tongue had plunged into me. “Your kiss. So good. So—no!”
    Breaking the wanton connection, I searched her jewel eyes, half-lidded and pleading. “Star, you kissed me. You said no kissing. You said it was the ultimate deal-breaker. What’s happening?”
    Her hand slid over my hard cock. “I want you, T.J. I want all of you.”
    I shook my head in protest, but my mouth wasn’t on the same page, because I pulled her in for another deep kiss and shifted my hips to allow her to push down my jeans.
    This wasn’t right. It wouldn’t lead to what I most desired. It was a distraction. It was…
    …the only thing I wanted right now.

 

    Five
     
    While T.J. protested—more a courtesy protest than anything—I worked his hardened shaft up and down with my hand, wanting to feel every bit of its length, measuring its steely hardness, and cupping the swollen plum-like head.
    His kisses bruised my mouth and my staunch rules. I’d broken the number-one rule.
    And I liked it.
    I wanted this man. I didn’t want to be his slave. I wanted him to give me everything I deserved, and, in turn, I wanted to do the same to him—without a demonic party crasher.
    “Is this right?” I said, squeezing him to ensure the control was mine. “Tell me if it’s wrong.”
    “That’s…” He moved my hips above his cock, positioning me, I guessed. “Perfect. I need to be inside you. Please.”
    “I want that, too. We can summon demons later. Yes?”
    He nodded, unable to form words.
    “Make me yours, witch.”
    He pushed his cock against my slick folds, and I felt him enter me, solid and thick. I couldn’t believe a part of a man could be so hard, yet it pinched a little and I cried out. And then I was biting my lip and digging my fingers into his shoulder as the slide of him in and out replaced the tiny pain with incredible sensation.
    “Hell, you’re a virgin,” he gasped. “Star?”
    I’d found a sensual rhythm and moved upon his shaft to find my pleasure, despite him having stopped. The slide of his thickness and my position on top of him tugged at my clitoris. The delirious hum of climax neared.
    “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Take the pleasure you need. I can feel it. You inside me. So good. Never like this before.”
    He clasped my hips and increased the rhythm. Jaw tight and eyes focused on mine, he winced in pleasure and I could feel his body begin to tremor.
    “Yes, let me see you come,” I said, leaning in and clutching his hair to keep his eyes on mine. “Take it, take it all.”
    He thrust deeply inside me, then held me still upon him as his body pumped and his muscles contracted, and the moan spilled from his throat. The air shimmered. The scents of his skin, the leather sofa and the herbs in the kitchen grew bolder.
    I’d never witnessed a man experiencing sexual climax. At once, every muscle on his face was tight, strapped across his skull, and then his skin relaxed and his jaw fell open. Eyes closing, he growled deeply with pleasure.
    Marveling over him, I was suddenly taken by my own climax and cried out. Surrounded by his innate magic I felt embraced, open and blissful.
    T.J.’s eyes widened. He shoved me onto my back on the sofa, and began to recite a spell.
    I wanted to plead with him to stop. This was not a business transaction. Apparently he hadn’t heard my request to do that later. I couldn’t stop him. I was still riding the high. Words failed me. Sensations swept me from this