Sylvia Day - Magic & Mayhem

Her breath came in a low rush. “I’ll be yours,” she murmured.

A flurry of emotions passed through him and filled him with longing. “Good, then come with me.”

Her hand slipped inside his. “Where to?” Desire clouded the depths of her chocolate eyes.

“To your place, where I’ll have all night to make your dreams come true.”

All night to make your dreams come true.

Those eight simple words rang in her head. Well not all night, Brianna thought sadly. Just until midnight. She stole a glance at her watch. Four hours away. Oh my, what she could do with her very own pirate in four hours.

Anchored to his side, he effortlessly moved them through the crowd, ushering her outdoors. She went willingly, forgetting about everything and anything except this man and this moment.

A cool evening breeze whipped around them, but the feel of her pirate’s strong hands moving over her body drove back the cold. Tuning out the trick-or-treaters bustling around them, they walked quickly down the sidewalk and hopped into her vehicle, both eager to reach their destination. A moment later she found herself unlocking her apartment door, inviting a mysterious stranger in for one night of passion.

As she took in the handsome man before her, her stomach clenched. A barrage of emotions closed over her like a bed of fog and shook her to her core.

At the stroke of midnight, he’ll be gone.

A pang of regret hit her hard and nearly wobbled her knees. That reaction shocked her. She barely knew him, yet she felt so close to him, as though they belonged together.

He locked the door behind them, gathered her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. How did he know where it was? She was about to ask, but his words cut her off.

Her body slid down his as he set her on the floor. His green eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped an octave. “You have something of mine.”

Her heart leapt. “I do?”

“Yes, you do.” He drew his sword from its sheath and circled her, keeping his body close. “And I believe you know better than to keep a treasure from a pirate.”

Oh. My. God. He was playing out her fantasy. Almost word for word.

She lifted her chin in defiance. “I know of no such treasure that you speak of.”

His grin turned wicked and did mysterious things to her nerve endings. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that is so.”

He got quiet as though mulling things over. “I’m afraid you leave me with only two choices, my sweet.”

She met his glance unflinchingly even though it took effort, especially with the heat pooling between her thighs, moistening her panties. She arched one brow. “And my choices are?”

“You either hand over the treasure, or I’ll be forced to search for it myself.”

Her breasts tightened and tingled to the point of pain. She pursed her lips and held her ground. “I told you, I do not have your treasure.”

He slipped his hand around her back and cut the knot with his sword, releasing the straps on her sorceress costume.

In an automatic reaction she reached for the dress, pinning it to her chest.

“Don’t.” The authority in his tone excited her beyond anything she’d ever known, but the traces of tenderness did weird things to her insides. “Remove your hand.”

Pleasure raced through her when she saw the hunger in his gaze. Her skin came alive, and the tang of her arousal saturated the room. He inhaled, slowly, as though savoring the smell of her excitement.

Holding his steely gaze, she let go of the fabric. It fell to her waist and bunched around her hips.

Green eyes full of lust traveled to her swollen nipples. He licked his lips, and she nearly cried out in euphoria.

She arched her back and lowered her tone. “Is this the treasure you seek, pirate?” God, she hardly recognized her voice.

The heated look in his eyes excited and frightened her at once. “Perhaps,” he murmured, dipping his head. He cupped her breasts in his palms and lifted them higher, giving his mouth easier access. He pulled one breast into his mouth. Oh God, his lips felt like fire on her skin. His tongue made a slow pass over her nipples. Then he drew them in for a more thorough taste, sucking and kissing until she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Beneath his expert ministrations her sex quaked, and her nipples throbbed in heavenly bliss.

She angled her chin and worked to find her voice. “Well, pirate, have you found your treasure.”

After his mouth had had its fill, he inched back and met her glance. His eyes flared with heat. “It is close but not the treasure you are still keeping from me.”

She starched her spine. “As I said, I know of no such treasure.”

He glanced the length of her, letting his gaze linger between the apex of her thighs. “Perhaps you are hiding it elsewhere.” His dark tone excited her.

Brianna sucked in air. “Perhaps you are mistaken.”

“Then let’s find out.” There was a challenge in his voice. He pressed his sword between her breasts and trailed it over her skin until it touched the silky costume at her hips. “Remove your clothes.”

She angled her chin and thinned her lips. “I most certainly will not.”

“Then you leave me no choice.” With a quick swipe he sliced her dress down the center, all the way from her hips to her ankles. It fell from her body and landed in a puddle at her feet.

Standing before him in nothing but her silky bikini panties, panties that were drenched in arousal, she gasped and shivered with pleasure.

He slipped the sword under the thin elastic holding the slip of material together and tugged. Her panties joined her costume on the floor.

“Ah, I believe I have found the treasure I seek.” He licked his lips, his breathing labored. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She caught his torrid gaze, heard the raw hunger in his voice, and noted the way his body fairly shook.

His deep, authoritative voice prompted her into action. Her pirate sank to his knees and insinuated himself between her legs. He inhaled.

She heard him swallow. Hard. “You must be punished for withholding such a fine treasure.”

The scent of her arousal swirled around them. Knees wobbling, Brianna gripped his shoulders to support herself. Her words came out broken. “Yes, pirate. I never should have withheld such a treasure. I now know it was wrong of me, and I must be punished.”

He parted her folds with his tongue and groaned deep in his throat. “I believe a tongue-lashing is in order.” He spoke in whispered words.

“Oh good God,” she murmured, when he licked her all the way from the back to the front. She’d never felt anything so fine.

He climbed out from between her legs and backed her up until her knees hit the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.”

She did as he requested. He leaned over her and gathered her into his arms, creating an instant intimacy. His bewitching green eyes held her captive, and in that moment something powerful transpired between them.

Warm lips connected with hers and kissed a path down her body. When his tongue pressed into her pussy, her thoughts fragmented. “Oh my,” she whispered and writhed restlessly on the bed. He spent a long time tasting her, circling her clit with his tongue, driving her into a frenzy of need.

“Please,” she begged, desperate for release. She began panting, her fingers raking through his jet-black hair, urging him to take her to oblivion and beyond.

He slipped one thick finger inside her and caressed her sensitive spot. As his tongue continued its gentle assault on her clit, her sex muscles began to clench. A second finger joined the first. He stroked her, deeply, moving his fingers in and out until her body went up in flames. Her pussy quaked as she released her liquid heat into her pirate’s mouth.

“That’s a girl.” He moaned and lapped at her, drinking every last drop of her creamy essence. He held her for a long time until her breathing returned to normal.

A moment later he climbed to his feet and tore off his costume. He stood over her, giving her time to peruse his bronzed nakedness. Her breath hitched, her hormones went into overdrive. He was even more beautiful than she had imagined. He climbed over her. The weight of his muscular body felt so good on top of her.

He spoke in a hushed tone. “I want you Brianna, like I’ve never wanted another.” His voice was so tender, so gentle. He feathered his fingers over her naked flesh. His caress seeped under her skin and touched her on a deeper level. Warm lips brushed over hers with the utmost care. Green eyes full of lust and…love met hers. “Tonight I want to love you, and make love to you until you give yourself over to me, heart and soul.”

When his words sank in, Brianna drew in air. Oh God, he wasn’t supposed to fall for her, and she definitely wasn’t supposed to fall for him. This was just supposed to be about sex, about deepest, darkest fantasies. Despite that, everything in her reached out to him. There was something about him. Something warm, familiar, and easy. The way he talked to her, and his touch, the way it felt more emotional and less physical, had her feeling all peculiar inside. This pirate, the man from her spell, the one who was to disappear at midnight, drew her into a place where her heart ruled and nothing else mattered.

She wanted to keep him around longer. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

Oh boy!

She glanced at the clock. Dear God, what had she gone and gotten herself into.

XANDER GLANCED AT THE GORGEOUS WOMAN BENEATH

HIM. HIS COCK THROBBED TO THE POINT OF PAIN. HE

NEEDED TO ENTER HER, TO FEEL HER WARMTH, TO FEEL

HER TIGHTNESS, AND TO CLAIM HER AS HIS. ONCE AND FOR

ALL.

“Kiss me, Brianna.”

She poised her mouth open, welcoming him into her body and her heart. When his lips closed down on hers, she kissed him with everything in her.

In that moment, when their mouths connected, when her love reached out to him, he pushed his cock inside her slick softness.

Their tongues mated, her legs wrapped around his back and squeezed, drawing him in deeper. Fuck, he’d never felt anything so divine.

“Brianna my sweet. You are mine. Forever.”

She moaned and writhed beneath him, his girth pushing open the tight walls of her channel, stroking, caressing, bringing her to the point of no return.

He murmured into her mouth and brushed her damp bangs from her forehead. “Say it, Brianna.”

Her eyes glossed over and darkened with emotions. “I am yours, pirate.”

He hated that he had to keep his true identity a secret. Soon, he vowed, soon she’d know the truth. And then they’d never keep anything from each other again.

He cradled her in his arms, their perspiration mingled. Together they established a rhythm, each taking and giving in equal measure.

“I’m there,” she murmured.

“I know, babe, I know.” He increased the tempo and slipped a finger between their bodies, caressing her clit, giving her what she needed to take her over the edge.

“Come for me, sweet Brianna.”

Her sex muscles clenched and tightened and massaged his cock, bringing on his own orgasm. Sweat collected on his brow as his climax took hold. He stilled as his seed splashed up inside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. He lay on top of her, taking care not to crush her. Xander brushed her damp hair from her face and gazed into sated eyes. A smile lingered on her lips, and he loved that he’d put it there.

“That was unbelievable,” she whispered, her voice drowsy. She reached out and touched his cheek. He leaned into her hand, absorbing her warmth, her love.

“You are an amazing woman.” When she smiled at the endorsement, he rolled to the side and cradled her warm body against his. He held her for a long moment, stroking her skin softly until her breathing pattern changed. When he knew she was fast asleep, he pulled the blankets over her and climbed from the bed.

Sunlight streamed in through her lace curtain and pulled her from her slumber. With her lids shut tight, memories of last night came rushing back. Oh God. She didn’t want to open her eyes. That meant she’d have to face reality. And she wasn’t ready for that. Nor was she ready to reach across the mattress only to find out the warm body that had loved her so deeply, so thoroughly last night was now gone.

A noise in the corner of her bedroom had her lids fluttering open. Her glance darted around her room, then settled back onto the naked man sitting in her rocking chair. Her voice sounded as shaky as she felt. “What? How? What are you doing?”