Warlock's Charm by Marly Mathews Read Free Book Online

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    Damien grunted, rubbing at the back of his head.
    “You could have knocked me for a loop there, Anya.” He looked
up and locked gazes with her. Burning lust blazed in her dark eyes. His heart
skipped in his chest. He’d been waiting far too long to see that look of want
from Anya, and his blood warmed. Standing up, he regained control of his senses
and smiled wickedly at her. “Two can play the game you just started, darling
Anya.”
    She laughed and the rich melodious sound made his stomach
dip. She’d always been able to weave a spell around him and her accusations
held some truth to them.
    He had pursued her as soon as he’d realized that Ebony Ross’
legacy was alive and well but his heart had always been true when it came to
Anya. He hadn’t expected to fall so madly and deeply in love with her upon
their first meeting but he had and he wouldn’t wish for anything different.
    If she thought he’d harbored some ulterior motives as in
putting a collar on her and using it to redirect her powers so he could use
them for his own gain, she was dead wrong.
    In fact, he’d given her Ebony’s amulet so she could harness
the magic stored within its black tourmaline depths and therefore amplify her
already strong gift of magic.
    He was wrenched out of his brooding when her eyes devoured
him hungrily. They gobbled him up like he was a tasty dessert.
    She wanted him desperately and despite that clear look of
longing she had reservations. He had a huge job ahead of him; he had to change
her outlook toward him. He had to call to her heart and hope it would finally
overwhelm her sensibilities.
    “I obviously knocked you silly and slow,” she remarked,
lunging herself at him. She knocked him down again and landed on top of him.
    She straddled him and he inhaled deeply. If she sat there
much longer they’d have to finish what she started. “It’s good to see your
little warlock still responds so quickly to my touch.”
    He settled his left hand on her hip and used his other hand
to activate his magic. With it he slowly opened each button on her shirt,
revealing her heaving breasts. He wanted to see her naked body in all of its
glorious wonder.
    Damien needed them to be skin against skin. The friction she
was causing as she rubbed herself up against him was about to be his undoing.
Moving his hands from her hips, he dragged her blouse off her and threw it
across the room. Her lacy bra was now his only barrier against releasing her
beautiful breasts.
    Anya was not a delicately built woman, though her size did
seem diminutive in comparison to his large frame. Her skirt was bunched up
around her waist and she wouldn’t need much coaxing to remove that garment from
her body.
    He wanted to get her naked so he could kiss every inch and
crevice. He wanted to make slow, sweet love to her. Unfortunately, their first
reunion coupling wasn’t going to be slow—they both needed each other with such
urgency that it would be a rougher and faster coupling than what he would have
wanted for their first time back together.
    Beggars, however, couldn’t be choosers.
    Sighing heavily, she leaned down and smashed her lips
against his. The kiss was hot and sweet and made him wonder if she’d opened her
heart to him again or if she was just giving him one last taste of bliss before
she vanished from his life forever.
    He knew that her decision to yield to him so quickly had to
come with a price—she thought she’d get him out of her system and make him think
she’d really come back to him to be his wife.
    He knew her better than he knew himself. If only she’d come
to understand that and accept it. She railed against the inevitable. He would
never let her go no matter what he had to do in order to keep her.
    He deepened the kiss and their tongues dueled as if they
were doing an ancient sword dance.
    Anya fought for domination with him, and he’d always given
her what she wanted so she would feel like the one calling the shots in