Page 79 of Kiss and Spell
Ursula lay on the edge of the bed. Xavier rose, unbuttoned his waistcoat, and discarded it on the floor. She toyed around with the idea of asking him to keep it on. Next time. He’d keep it on next time. He didn’t merely undress. He stripped off his clothing, removing every piece deliberately slow, as if unwrapping a piece of gourmet candy. All he wore was his necklace and a wild smile.
She crooked a finger. He went to the bed and moved before her. She motioned for him to turn around. He gave her a grin as he turned in an unhurried circle, showing off every inch on his splendor. Quickly, Ursula leaned over to her nightstand and yanked open the first drawer. Always be prepared to have a good time. She crawled back over to Xavier with a foil packet, her focus on the length of him. With a deft hand, he opened it, sheathed himself, and met her.
He cocked a brow.
“Is Madame satisfied with what she sees?”
She nodded. “I eat with my eyes first, then with my mouth.”
“Is that a promise?” Xavier moved forward over the bed, brushing his mouth over hers. Ursula pulled him down on top of her, and they tumbled together on the bed in a giggling heap. The weight of him felt like a thick comforter—warm and soothing. He nestled right between her legs, and the giggles gave way to stunned gasps. His erection brushed against her center, making her see stars. Xavier braced his arms on either side of Ursula and hovered about her.
She whimpered. Only a few inches separated her from everything she anticipated.
“I can’t think.” He let out a sharp breath.
The tenderness etched all over his face made her glow from within. She looked up into his eyes and held back a sigh.
“Don’t think, just move,” she whispered. Ursula brushed her mouth against his.
He kissed her quickly, then asked, “Are you ready for me?”
She lifted her hips and rubbed herself against him. All he had to do was guide himself inside of her and… everything would change. Sex. The final frontier. She nodded and he lowered himself down. He sank into her until they were joined together hip to hip. She didn’t just see stars; she saw every single constellation in the Northern Hemisphere. Her skin felt covered in crushed starlight, like little sparks of light warmed her all over.
He closed his eyes and moaned. “I hope this isn’t a dream.”
“Trust me,” she said, nearly breathless. “I’m real.”
His eyes snapped open. Xavier’s whole face broke into a dazzling smile, as if he’d uncovered a precious gem that belonged only to him.
“Yes, you are.” His hips thrust in a steady rhythm, his words punctuating every stroke. “And you are mine.”
Her heart squeezed. Passion flooded through every part of her as he increased his tempo. Her hands went to his hips, dug her fingers into his flesh and she held on for dear life. Xavier moved without haste, as if time was no issue or of no concern. He pumped harder, and the delectable friction of them moving together fed the growing wave of rising pleasure within her. Ursula felt her desire building up to a crescendo. She moaned and writhed beneath him, twisting her hips, matching Xavier move for move. His actions became more demanding, his groans encouraging Ursula to take him deeper. Their bodies collided, and shifted again and again, as the passion grew hotter and faster. They moved together like tectonic plates, a force as ancient as the Earth itself compelled them to shift away and toward each other, building something dangerous and powerful between them. As Xavier drove into her, his body slick with sweat and his face taut with a singular focus—to wreck her—the truth struck her.
This is how worlds are made—through heat and movement.
We are creating something new and real. This world belongs to us.
She broke apart.
Soon Xavier trembled. He came with a rasping groan, and he took him a minute to collect himself. The ground beneath them shifted and they relished in the afterglow. Xavier lay next to Ursula, pressing his face against her neck. Ursula held him against her, her body fully charged.
Between each word, Xavier planted kisses on her neck, shoulders, and face. “You felt like paradise.”
He lifted his head and looked her over. “I’m not done with you yet, Madame.”
The sun left the sky and she fell apart in his arms. The moon rose, the stars appeared when he eventually lay next to her, his chest slightly heaving. Their bodies were naked and moist from their latest bout of sex.
The air smelled heady, of sweat and bliss.
“What planet are we on?” he asked shakily.
“I think we’re on one of the nice ones.” Ursula let out a trembling breath. “The one with water and air.”
“Good,” Xavier mumbled happily. Her hands moved over the length of him, relishing in nearness.
Ursula tucked herself neatly against his side. “That was—” Her mind went blank. Did he love her down so good that he knocked the words from her brain?
Xavier framed her face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to her lips.