4. Aerolus

I stared at her with carnal hunger. If she bit her lip one more time… Alandra teethed her lower lip, staring at me with those big bright eyes.

"You asked for it," I warned before sampling what I'd been dying to taste for weeks.

At the touch of our mouths, she froze.

I didn't want to scare her, but I needed her. I couldn't explain it, but it was as if something inside me knew I'd die without her. It made no sense, but nothing about this woman did.

Alandra could only be described as petite. Physically smaller, fragile compared to my looming strength. But she had a power I wanted to roll in, a sexual allure that had captured me from the first.

Small, yes, but her curves fit me just right.

She smelled like wild iria, the elusive yet invaluable poppies that grew in Tanselm's most prized valleys. The flowers were deadly if sampled without the proper spells, and despite the similarities of flower to woman, my mind blanked to all but her touch, ignoring the whisper of self-preservation that begged to be heard.

A roaring in my blood surged. I deepened the kiss, slipping past her soft lips to sample the sweetness of her mouth. Her tongue met mine with a surprising shyness before demanding equal access.

She seared my soul with a hunger so intense it was a miracle we remained vertical.

I fought the desire to strip us both naked and take her, hurting with the need to thrust inside and empty this relentless ache.

She shifted in my arms, pressing my needy cock against her belly. It was as if someone had cast a spell over me. I was thoroughly bewitched. I pulled back to see the beauty in my arms.

A light sheen of energy left her to twine around me, binding us together. Instead of worrying about it, a sense of rightness settled over me.

And me that much harder.

"Aerolus." The little witch groaned. "Are you going to kiss me again or —"

I sealed her question with another kiss.

Unable to stop from experiencing my affai to the fullest, I intended to let go of my intellect and allow the warrior within me free rein. Just once, I wanted to experience the passion and emotion a man felt when bonded with a woman like —

By the Light. I had to stop. As much as I desired her delectable body, I refused to make love to my bride without knowing her name.

Trying to ignore my engorged cock that demanded satisfaction, I couldn't help rubbing against her as I nibbled at her neck.

"Purie, I have to know your name." I nipped at her pulse and slid my hands over her perfect breasts. So full, so soft. And all mine.

"My…" Her breath hitched when I rolled her nipple between my fingers. "M-my name?"

I kissed her, persuading her with my body to answer and quickly. Continuing to fondle her breasts with one hand, I lowered my other to cup her mound, glorying in the wetness I felt seeping through silk.

"My name… is…" she said between gasps as I rubbed between her thighs. "It's… Alandra." She clutched my arms, making me aware of the differences in our sizes.

I could so easily pin her down and fuck her. Command her…

"And you need to, ah, um." She looked dazed as she focused on my mouth. "We really need to talk." She licked her lips, her hands clenched around my arms.

"Later, Alandra." I kissed the hollow of her throat, up to her ear, and blew softly into it, describing just what I intended to do to her.

Her pulse jumped when I whispered how I would have her. I pushed her dress up her hips and feathered my fingers over her creamy white skin, seeking the heat between her legs. I thumbed her pearly clit, loving her moans and fast breathing.

The silk of her dress flowed over my arms, our magic streaming and rising as our desires merged.

Light knew, the feel of her, hot and wet, was so irresistibly erotic. I wanted to put my mouth where my fingers were, sucking that sweet cream. Tasting her.

But I wouldn't last much longer. A raging tornado of lust whipped through me, eroding my better sense the longer I touched her.

"We should stop," she managed, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she clutched at my forearms. "I need to —" She jerked, her body trembling, on the verge of climax.

So fucking magical. I'd never witnessed so beautiful a moment as this.

"Come for me, love." I needed her pleasure, to make her feel joy. I kissed her and rubbed her tight little clit.

She moaned into my mouth and shuddered, her orgasm nearing, her quickening female energy a balm that both soothed and aroused me.

Impatient, I spelled my jeans open, unzipping my fly to grant her access. Praying she would want to touch me as well. I didn't have to wait. She reached for me and found my cock, clasping my stiff rod before pumping me, the heaven of her touch ready to set me off.

Lost to desire, I thrust a thick finger inside her, then another. She cried out and came, a gush of wetness over my fingers while she clutched my cock in a vise-like grip.

And I exploded in her hand, replete but also unsatisfied, because my seed hadn't filled her deep inside. Where we would soon be one.

Sometime later, as I regained my bearings, I realized my heavy breathing was the only noise in the otherwise silent room.