“Oh my…” She tried to form the words, but they wouldn’t come. “Wow.”
“Oh my wow to ya too, love,” Rory whispered. She felt the heat of his arousal against her stomach. He had not joined her in release. “That was a beautiful thing to behold.”
“We should, ah, should…?” Jennifer gave a small laugh. “What?”
“Turn around, rinse off,” he said.
She nodded, turning to wash the remainder of the soap from her skin. She pushed her wet hair over her shoulders only to feel him start to lather it for her. When he finished, he said, “Turn.” She did, rinsing her hair. They repeated the processing with the conditioner.
Like a gentleman, he helped her step out of the tub before rinsing himself and following her. Jennifer dried with a towel. Rory didn’t bother to get his own as he grabbed one end of her towel and pulled her toward the bed.
Rory urged her onto the mattress, throwing the towel aside as he crawled over with damp skin. The eagerness of his movements gave away the desperation of his desires. He had not met with his release in the shower.
The soft comforter padded the length of her body as a naked thigh pressed between her legs. He brought his mouth to hers, resuming where they’d left off in the shower. The sounds of his moans caused her to shiver. Each brush of his body to hers left trails of magick in its wake.
Jennifer opened her legs, needing to feel him.
“Don’t worry, I have protection,” he whispered seconds before a glow came from between them. She glanced between their bodies to see from where the light came.
Jennifer couldn’t help her laugh. “A glowing penis. I can definitely say that’s a first.”
Rory tried to smile, but the look appeared pained as he maneuvered his hips between her thighs and pushed forward. She waited in anticipation, wondering if that part of him would tingle like the rest when it touched her. Jennifer gasped as a pulse of energy vibrated as he entered her. It coursed through her like electric fire, sizzling her from her head to her toes in overwhelming passion.
Even without the magickal bonus, Rory knew how to please her, working his hips, lifting and thrusting, kissing and moaning. She felt as if she were the center of his world.
Jennifer made a soft noise as the tension built toward another release. Her heart hammered violently. She trembled as the climax ripped through her. Rory stiffened above her as he too found release.
Jennifer tried to catch her breath. Her arms dropped over her head on the comforter. “Oh my. Wow.”
Rory rolled to lie next to her on the bed. He pulled her by the hip to move her closer to him. He gazed into her eyes for a long time. When their breathing finally slowed, he whispered, “I don’t know how to say this without sounding cheesy or scaring ya away, but…”
“But?” She prompted, eagerly awaiting for him to finish the thought.
“I have been around a long time. Hundreds of years,” he said.
“Ah…?” Jennifer considered that. It’s not what she had expected him to say, but it was knowledge she should probably have. “So, you’re like immortal?”
“Long life span,” he corrected. “Warlocks can be killed.”
“You mentioned that before. What exactly does that mean, you’re all warlocks?” Jennifer was too relaxed to be frightened by long life spans, and it was a little late to freak out about magick at this point.
“My siblings and cousins and I were born magicks,” he said. “Others marry into the family, and over time, the natural-born warlocks’ life spans and powers transfer to our spouses in different ways. My ma, for example, is very adept at potions and tapping into the magick for herself. She’s been doing it so long she doesn’t need my father around to fuel her.”
“Wait, are you saying since we…?” Excited, Jennifer sat up from the bed and lifted her hand. She concentrated on her fingers, trying to make them glow.
“What are ya doing?” he asked.
When it didn’t work, she frowned. “Well, that kind of sucks. I thought you were telling me that since we had sex, I would be able to do something cool and warlocky.”
“Hey!” He tugged her arm to force her back down next to him. He rested on his back as she leaned next to him on her side. “Sex with me is the something cool.”
She laughed and teased, “I mean, it’s all right, but it’s no making finger fire.”
He chuckled. “Hold out your hand.”
Jennifer remained on her side and instantly lifted her hand into the air above him. He formed a light ball in his palm and bounced it a few times before sliding it to her hand. She gasped as she felt it against her palm, churning like a living thing. She held it close to her face to look into the depths.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
The light slowly began to fade, dying in her palm. “Where does it go?”
“Back into the universe,” he said. “Magick is just energy. It must come from somewhere, and it must go somewhere.”
“Where does it come from?” She wondered if she could learn to tap into it.
“That’s a complicated question, but the short answer is to create magick I have to borrow the energy from something—like plant life. That’s why my family moved here. Nature allows us to use just a little from each plant as fuel so that we don’t kill anything.
“So what I felt was plant life?”
“What ya felt was sexual energy.” He grinned.
Jennifer laughed. “I’m being serious. Was that a plant I was holding?”
“I’m serious too. Sexual energy can fuel magick, but like a climax, it burns hot and doesn’t last as long as nature.”
“I was holding sex?” She wagged her brows at him.
He took her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed the tips before leading her hand down his stomach toward his cock. “Now ya are holding my sex.”
Jennifer laughed even as she felt him stirring with interest. She pulled her hand away and adjusted on the covers into a more comfortable position. Normally women joked that men needed a moment to recover between bouts, but after two intense orgasms, Jennifer was the one who needed a breather.
“I was trying to explain something,” he said, lazily touching her chest and tracing a nipple. “When I said I had a long life, I meant I have been around long enough to know what I feel.”
Her breath caught slightly as she waited for him to continue.
“I know humans aren’t always as…” He seemed to struggle to find the right words.
“You’re not going to insult me. Just say it,” she urged.
“Humans aren’t always as forthcoming—or maybe the right word is understanding—when it comes to how they feel. I don’t want to scare ya away, but when I first met ya, then when we came together, even right now just laying here with ya, I feel a connection between us. It’s unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life, Jennifer. I know this is where I need to be.”
Rory spoke of his emotions with such conviction and certainty. He might joke around, but he didn’t play games with people.
“I feel connected to you, too,” she answered, putting her hand over his as he cupped her breast. She wondered if he could feel her heart beating beneath his palm. Her lids felt heavy as she tried to keep her eyes open. “I want to discuss this further, but after a double shift, poisoned cheese, fighting my inner demon in an effort not to kill you, being attacked by gremians, learning magic is real, and two really powerful orgasms, I don’t think I can hold much more conversation.”