The head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to push up against him, to feel him sink into her. But despite floating on a wave of pleasure, she retained a degree of clarity.
She dropped her hands, flattening them against his chest, and broke their kiss. “Merrick, wait.”
He lifted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you…do you have protection? Just in case?”
“Just in case of what, Adalynn?”
“A…baby.”
Though the energy coursing over his skin didn’t diminish in the slightest, his expression softened. He moved a hand to her face and gently brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “There will not be a baby.”
“How can you be sure?”
“You’ll just have to trust me a little more.”
Adalynn smiled up at him. Knowing that he had magic at his command, that he could bend the rules of reality, there was no need to question him further. She lifted her head and kissed him. “I trust you.”
Merrick cupped the side of her neck, positioning his thumb beneath her chin to tilt it up as he reclaimed her lips with his own. He rocked his hips forward, and his cock slid into her, stretching her, filling her inch by tantalizing inch. They moaned in unison.
Adalynn undulated her hips, urging him to go deeper. Without hesitation, Merrick pulled his hips back, withdrawing from her almost completely, and surged forward again, thrusting deep. She gasped at the sudden fullness.
His heartbeat pulsed through her, a steady, strong underlier to the more frantic buzz of his magic, which itself was strong enough to make her toes curl. She felt it radiating from him constantly, washing through her, striking a chord within her that nothing else could. His song was inside her now—but she also sensed the melody he’d added to it. Her song.
* * *
Merrick tensed. Being inside Adalynn was the most overwhelming, impossible blend of agony and ecstasy he could ever have imagined—even while he was still, just the feel of her sex around his shaft was almost enough to send him over the edge, pushing the pressure in him well beyond what should’ve been his limits. She was a sampling of heaven made all the sweeter with her resonance singing within him. Magic coursed through his body freely, flowed into her and back again completely unhindered, heightening every sensation.
Their mana songs played in unison; Merrick and Adalynn were in exquisite harmony with one another, body and soul, were closer in that moment than he’d thought possible.
He shifted his hips back. The slide of her sex around his cock nearly undid him, but he groaned and held out—he wasn’t willing to let this end, not yet, not so soon. She looped her legs around him, ankles crossing over his backside, and pulled his pelvis against her again with increased force. He broke the kiss and gritted his teeth as a shudder wracked him. The intensity of his pleasure was too much for him to keep still any longer; he needed to move, he needed her.
His shadows wrapped tighter around her legs and held her against him, their little movements producing phantom sensations along his back; he could almost taste her through them. He’d never revealed this aspect of his magic to anyone—he’d never used them to touch anyone. The sensation was wholly new and utterly thrilling. Drawing in a trembling breath, he forced his hips into motion again.
They fell into a steadily quickening rhythm, his every movement complimentary to hers, each of hers complimentary to his. Their hearts pounded at the same elevated rate, their breath came in the same short, heavy gasps, and the sounds they made wove together until he could no longer tell what was him and what was her—there was only them, only their immense, consuming pleasure.
The pressure in him grew with every thrust; his magic carried the sensation throughout his body, but even that wasn’t enough to assuage it, to ease it, to make it bearable. He needed release, needed that little death, but it would not come.
And why should it be so easy? He’d waited more than a thousand years for this, for her.
Adalynn’s nails bit into his shoulders, and her throaty moans filled his ears. Her sex gripped his cock, and he felt the first flutters of her impending release. Her movements gained more urgency as their mingling songs reached a crescendo. Linked with her through his magic, Merrick increased his pace accordingly, and his breath caught in his throat as ecstasy seized his muscles.
He looked down at her. Adalynn’s eyes were half-lidded with lust—and shone with intense blue light to match that of his magic.
It was the final thing he saw before he snapped his eyes shut against the overwhelming force of his climax, which was only increased when she cried out in her own release, her sex clamping around him as liquid heat flowed from her core.
For a moment, Merrick had the sensation that he was floating in the air outside his own body—like he was his mana song, intertwined with hers, more intimately connected than any two individuals had ever been in the entirety of existence. Pleasure permeated his being.
Just as quickly, he was in his body again. He sagged over Adalynn, catching himself with an elbow atop the bed, and panted to catch his breath. Their bodies were hot and damp with sweat, and her sex quivered around his throbbing cock in the aftershocks of her climax.
The air was perfumed with a new scent—their scent, the result of their individual smells interweaving to create something intoxicating.
Adalynn, who had been clinging to him, released him to lay limp upon the bed, breath ragged. She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes. A soft smile curled on her lips. “Mmm. I shouldn’t have waited so long.”
“And I shouldn’t have let you,” he replied with a smile of his own.
She opened her eyes to look up at him. He watched as their blue glow faded, leaving only her lovely, natural brown. She grinned cheekily and ran her fingers lightly from his bicep to his shoulder. “Can we do it again? And I…seem to have developed a thing for…tentacles.”
Laughter bubbled up from Merrick’s throat; he hadn’t expected anything like that from her. “You can have as many tentacles as you want.”
“You seriously can’t just whip those out and not expect some kind of reaction.”
“Oh, I expected a reaction. Just not this reaction.” He moved a hand to her face and swept some of her damp curls back from her cheek. The perfection of her features, enhanced by the flush of her cheeks, struck him anew, and he couldn’t help but stare in awe. His heart skipped a beat. “You are beautiful, Adalynn. More so than words can describe.”
Her smile softened, and she lifted her face, brushing her lips over his in a gentle, lingering kiss. That kiss led to another, and then another—and it wasn’t long before he flipped her over onto her stomach and put his tentacles to good use.
Chapter Eleven
Merrick sat up suddenly, eyes snapping open; he’d gone from sound asleep to fully awake in an instant. Adalynn stirred beside him, her sleep-warmed body shifting against his beneath the covers.
Something had breached the wards around his property. No, not something, but somethings—a group of five, moving at great speed. Though he could not determine their nature through the wards alone, he guessed they weren’t human.