Claiming Magique: 1 by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online

could still feel the heat of his
body against hers, his big hands sliding over her skin, their lips brushing,
tongues probing, the bite of his coming beard, his
thick cock filling her cunt and mouth, his creamy seed sliding down her throat.
    She’d savored its faint saltiness, though
it would never compare to the bliss she saw on his face as his climax ebbed.
He’d reminded her of a little boy then, content and safe, no longer poor, the
product of a single mother living in a bad section of Baltimore. A childhood so
unlike what his friend Tim had experienced. According to his dossier, on Tim’s
twelfth birthday his parents had rented out Disneyland for the day, just for
him and his friends.
    When Hunt was twelve, he’d been
arrested for assaulting one of his mother’s many boyfriends with a baseball
bat. Once the juvey cops realized Hunt was only
trying to protect his mom from being battered again, they’d urged the
prosecutor not to file charges.
    After that, there were no arrests,
just some parking and speeding tickets. He’d been a good boy.
    Though not
that good.
    Her body went weak with more
memories. While David and Tim had slept after their orgasms, Hunt had pulled Alexa from the bed, lifted her into his arms and carried
her into the master bath. The buff-colored marble floor shone dully beneath the
Victorian wall lamps shaped like tulips complete with metal leaves. Over the
three sinks was a mirrored wall, showing her and Hunt’s messy hair, their
bodies flushed with excitement.
    He carried her into the
glass-enclosed shower.
    “No,” she said, even as she clung to
him, her hand over his heart, her fingers stroking his pec .
    He kissed her shoulder and throat.
As she whimpered in delight, Hunt lowered Alexa to
her feet and rested his forehead against hers. Without the added height from
her heels, he seemed enormous next to her.
    “No, what?” he asked gently.
    She was afraid to be alone with him,
fearful of getting too close. They had to go back to bed and wait for David and
Tim to wake up. “I…”
    Hunt eased back, regarding her as he
waited for her to say more.
    She couldn’t continue, unable to
find the words, suckling his throat instead.
    He took that as license for them to
remain, wrapping his hands around her wrists, using his body to push hers against
the wall, this marble a shade lighter than the floor. Holding her arms to
either side of Alexa’s head, he trapped her.
    She expected a kiss, surely a fuck.
    Hunt did neither.
    Her heart kept missing beats, making
her lightheaded, her body sluggish. When she sneaked a peek at him, he was
regarding her, his smile easy and welcoming. Not the kind that would judge and
hurt—or worse, be indifferent to who she was.
    He kissed the tip of her nose and
each cheek, testing her reaction.
    His tenderness undid her. “Yes,” she
whispered, surprised she would.
    He fitted his mouth to hers, his
kiss slow, deep, wet and so enticing Alexa couldn’t
resist. She pressed her groin to his, rubbing his cock with her pussy, wanting
him inside her again.
    Releasing her wrists, he pushed his
fingers through her hair, using it as an anchor to keep her to him.
    Alexa wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t. Somehow, this felt
needed and right. She pressed her palms to his back, drawing him closer. They
necked for minutes, making randy noises…a growl here, a sigh there, followed by
suckling sounds…not stopping until both of them needed a bit of air.
    The moment their lips parted, Hunt
reached over and turned on the water.
    Alexa gasped at its cold bite.
    “ Shhh .” He caressed her to him, stroking her back, protecting her from the flow. “It’ll
be warm in a sec.”
    With his body against hers, it
didn’t take that long to heat things up. Plumes of steam filled the room.
Moisture rolled down their bodies. As he’d done in the bedroom earlier, Hunt
took her standing up, his arm protecting her back from the wall, her legs
wrapped around him. She gripped his