Hunt on Dark Waters (Crimson Sails, #1)(45)

“Don’t stop!” The looming orgasm might actually kill me, but what a way to go.

Bowen’s only response is to give another of those devastating growls that vibrates against my clit. That’s what sends me over the edge, except it’s not an edge at all; it’s a free fall with no end in sight. This isn’t a cute little orgasm that comes and goes between ragged exhales. This is world-ending. It swells and swells, bowing my back and turning my muscles to stone.

And still he doesn’t stop.

Not until a scream rips from my lips, an involuntary reaction that I barely have time to process before my whole body bears down and I squirt all over him. Only then does he change his pace. Bowen doesn’t withdraw his magic, though. He fucks me slowly with it, easing me down without depriving me. When he lifts his face to meet my shell-shocked gaze, the entire lower half of his face is soaked.

His attention tracks down my body as if noting every physical response to that orgasm. I’m shaking like a leaf, but the feeling of his magic inside of me is shifting from comfort to something darker and sexier.

I drag in a breath. “What are you doing to me?”

“Do you want me to stop?” He sounds just as devastated as I am.

I don’t know if that’s a comfort or not. One of us should be steering the ship, but instead we’re two drowning sailors, clinging to a piece of driftwood and hoping for the best. I want to laugh, but I don’t have the energy. “Refer back to my previous comment about smiting you if you stop.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmurs. He looks down to where he’s still fucking me with his magic, one slow stroke at a time. “If you can take more, I have more to give.”

Yep. This man is definitely going to kill me. I will welcome every moment of it. He’ll send me to the underworld with a smile on my face, and what more can a witch ask for? “Give me everything.”

Bowen makes a noise that’s almost a laugh, but it sounds like it’s strangled halfway through. “I don’t have any contraceptive spells on me. I haven’t needed one in quite some time.”

I know it’s just horny hormones fucking with my head, but I have to clamp my lips together to prevent myself from confessing my undying love. Tomorrow, I can remember all the ways I find him infuriating. Right now, he’s too good to be true.

When I’m sure I can speak without embarrassing myself, I clear my throat. “I have one in place. A witch can never be too careful, you know.”

He strokes his big hand up my thigh over my hip to press against my stomach. I would call it a calming touch if he didn’t have two fingers’ worth of magic still buried in my pussy. “Give me a few more orgasms, Evelyn. I won’t last once I get inside you. I need to feel you come again.”

Oh no, he’s not getting away with that. I muster my body into motion and lean up to grab his hand and pull him forward until he covers me. “Are you going to roll over and go to sleep after you come, Captain?”

His jaw drops. “Fuck no. I’ve wanted you too long to be satisfied with a single time. I want you again and again and again, until we’re both too exhausted to fuck.”

I was hoping he’d say that. I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. I clench my thighs together, which serves only to drive his magic deeper. “I want your cock. At this point it’s not a want, it’s a need. Please give it to me.”

He props himself up so he can see my face. “You’re a menace.”

“Guilty as charged.” I snake my hand between our bodies and wrap it around his thick length. And it is thick. He’s a big motherfucker everywhere. I tug, and he allows me to guide him by his dick until he’s settled between my thighs.

He’s still fucking me with his magic. I shake. “Is it—”

The feeling inside me shifts. Later, I’ll let my mind be blown by the fact that he’s got magic inside me and it’s bringing only pleasure and no pain or fear. The control required will give me a bit of a meltdown … later.

Right now, I can’t stop whimpering as he uses his magic to part my pussy lips. Opening the way for his cock. And still he keeps up that delicious stroke against my G-spot.

Considering how we started this encounter, it’s so fucking sexy how he holds himself perfectly still as I press his cock down until it notches on my entrance. I drag a single finger down its length and wrap my hand around his base as best I can. I use that hold to guide him closer, guide him into me, inch by devastating inch. He’s wide enough that it’s on the far side of uncomfortable, but I don’t stop. Not when my body is already melting for him.

“Evelyn.” His voice is a ragged gasp. “Evie, you’re killing me.” Before I can ask him if he wants me to slow down, he grinds out, “Don’t you dare stop.”

I don’t stop. I’m not doing most of the work anyway. He’s the one thrusting at my gentle command, filling me so fully that I’m certain I’ll burst into flames. It takes forever and nowhere near long enough for me to envelop him to the hilt. Bowen, my fiercely honorable pirate, holds himself perfectly still over me, in me, as tremors rack his body.

His expression is almost agonized. “You really are a witch, woman.”

I would laugh if I had air to breathe. He might think I put a spell on him, but the feeling is entirely mutual. I can’t get enough of him. Even now, I’m fighting to stay still, to not wrap him up in me until I don’t know where I begin and he ends. I’m so fucking greedy for him that I truly hope what he meant about going all night, because I don’t know if even that kind of marathon will be enough to satiate me. “Bowen.”