4. Sage

CHAPTER 4

Sage

“If you’re serious about that,” Fantasy Man purred, sending a delicious shiver racing through me, “you’ll remove your dress and let me see you.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re already seeing a lot of me.” I dropped my gaze down my body to where my legs were spread and slowly slid my finger out of myself, still shocked by my boldness.

Anyone else and I would have snapped my legs closed and covered myself, but there was something about Fantasy Man that made me feel confident and sexy… or maybe it was something about this Garden or this magical grove that dropped my inhibitions.

“Is that a no?” he asked, his tone sensual and deep, making my core throb.

“No,” I breathed as I reached for the ties at my side securing my dress then realized that my answer was unclear. “I mean, it’s a yes.” I fumbled with the ties. Saying yes was also unclear. “I mean?—”

“Stand up, turn around, and I’ll help,” he said with a chuckle.

I stood and turned my back to him, listening for his footsteps drawing close, but I didn’t hear anything. One moment I was in the middle of the nook by myself, the next I could feel the heat from his body against my back. Then he brushed my hair aside and pressed his lips against the sensitive spot just behind my ear.

A shiver rushed through me and the desire I’d built up by myself twisted sharp and needy.

“I see you like to torture yourself as well,” he murmured against my skin, reminding me that Lark’s mate, Blaze, liked to build up his desire until he couldn’t stand it any longer and he succumbed to his passion.

“Not to the same extent as Blaze,” I replied, my voice still breathy. “But I can see the appeal.” If I hadn’t wanted the tease, I wouldn’t have drawn out touching myself. I would have just released the sexual pressure building inside me and moved on. But then I might not have been here for Fantasy Man to find me.

His hands nudged mine away from my laces. “How much more can you take?”

He loosened the laces then slowly slid my dress from my shoulders, his fingers skimming my skin. My pulse stuttered, and he knelt behind me, pushing the dress past my hips to pool around my feet, then teased his lips against the back of my thigh.

“Not much more,” I breathed. I was already on the edge, aching from when I’d touched myself… hell, from before I’d touched myself.

“Are you sure?” He slid his hands up the insides of my thighs, his touch so much more than my fantasy. It shot hot, needy sensation to my core, and tightened a desire that I’d thought had already been twisted to its limit.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for me,” he said, his breath feathering against my thighs.

“I’m ready,” I gasped, then his fingers dipped into my wetness, just a whisper of a touch, and my breath vanished completely. A low, throaty moan escaped my lips and my legs trembled, threatening to give out.

“Ah, you’re right,” he chuckled. “But still?—”

He stood and swept his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest and supporting me, while his other hand pushed past my curls and returned to my slit. His fingers teased me, sliding my slickness against my sensitive nub, making my muscles tighten and tremble on the edge of that incredible sensation he’d given me last night, but always stopping before I crashed over.

He tormented me until I was writhing in his grasp, my breath fast, moans and mewling gasps escaping my lips, and my legs were unable to hold me up. Then he turned me to the bench and urged me to kneel on it, facing away from him.

I trembled in anticipation, waiting for him to take me, aching for him to finish what we’d started. If this was what sex was like, then my first time with Royston didn’t count at all. It had been quick and unsatisfying, and I’d felt like I’d only been there to please him. Not that Royston had intended it to be that way. He had tried to please me, but we’d both been young and inexperienced, and I doubted he’d known that sex could be something like this.

Fantasy Man drew close behind me, the heat from his body blazing against my bare skin. I tried to look back at him, see his expression, but the light was too low and his jaw-length hair hung loose and shadowed his face.

“Goddess, you’re so beautiful.” He slid his hands inside my thighs, urging me to open a little wider for him, sending jolts of lightning snapping across my skin where he touched me.

The heat around my heart and from my spots blazed stronger and I pushed my rear back, desperate to be filled, to release the pressure inside me that he’d only increased with his teasing. His erection brushed the inside of my thigh, sending a shuddering whisper of a climax racing through me, making me moan .

He groaned in response and then his tip pressed against my entrance.

I tensed, and for a moment I was afraid that despite my body’s aching need for him to be inside me, this sex would be as uncomfortable as the sex I’d had with Royston.

But he gripped my hips, holding me steady, and carefully pushed inside me with no pain, only an incredible slick pressure as he filled me.

He moved slowly, giving my body time to adjust to him, and both of us were panting with need by the time he’d fully sheathed himself inside me. More jolts snapped up and down my spine, and now he trembled just like me.

“Oh, fuck.” His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh, and he sucked in sharp desperate breaths.

The tremor of a climax, that incredible sensation he’d shown me last night, tightened my muscles and his groan deepened.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” he hissed then he slowly withdrew and pushed back in a little faster and harder, sending another, stronger tremor shuddering through me

Oh, fuck indeed. A hint of stars fluttered behind my lids and I teetered on that incredible edge. So close. Please. I needed the release so much it hurt.

He thrust again and again, quickly building up speed, harder and faster as if he knew I wasn’t going to last, that my release was going to come crashing down at any moment.

The heat and pressure inside me swirled, faster and faster. I spun tight, desperate. Oh shadows. Shadows!

Then an explosion of pleasure roared through me, ripping a cry from my lips as I crashed over the edge. Power and light flooded me, spinning me around and around and around, and I was enveloped in incredible, glorious heat.

Fantasy Man kept thrusting, hard and fast, chasing his own release, and quickly followed. He tensed and let out a low, masculine moan that sent another shudder of sensation swelling through me, adding to the rush already overwhelming me.

That was?—

That was?—

Oh, Great Father! That was?—

I didn’t know how to put it into words and I couldn’t make my mind work. It was amazing and perfect. I felt sexy and powerful and boneless and spent.