“Don’t fight it.” He forced her gaze to meet his. “I know you can. I feel how powerful you are. But I’m asking you not to. I’m asking you to trust what your instincts, what your body is telling you. All I want to give you is pleasure.”
“How can I trust a wizard’s word?”
Z stilled at the last button, looking up at her from under his lowered eyebrows. “Known a lot of wizards, have you?”
Dorothy shifted guiltily against the wall, lowering her gaze to the dollop of chocolate on his shoulder. “I know of them.”
He let her shirt hang closed, only a thin line of skin visible to his gaze along with the white lace of her bra. One blunt finger ran from her neck to her belly button, circling the soft skin until she shivered with longing.
Don’t stop.
“The one who shielded your home... She taught you about these evil wizards?”
Dorothy nodded, somehow unsurprised that he knew the protection wasn’t entirely hers.
“What exactly did she tell you?”
“That wizards lie. Not some of the time. All the time. And when they aren’t lying they manipulate the truth to suit them.”
“What else?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.
“Wizards are physically incapable of fidelity. If a witch ever trusted a wizard with her heart it would mean the loss of her power or death.”
Z reared back as if he’d been slapped. His expression of disbelief was genuine. He looked horrified.
Dorothy lifted her chin, but the longer she studied him, the harder it was for her to believe he was like the wizards Aunt Glin had told her about. From the moment she’d seen him, something inside her had known he would never purposefully hurt anyone.
She knew him.
Unless that was what he wanted her to think.
“This is why you kept yourself from me?” His mouth took a grim turn, and he stepped closer. “Tell me if this is a lie.”
He pressed his lower body against hers. She could feel his hard, thick erection pressing against her through his pants. She moaned and he gripped her face in his hands, covering her in chocolate and blazing heat.
“Tell me if this is a lie.” He took her mouth, owning her with lips and teeth and tongue. Wind whipped around their bodies, lifting his braid and wrapping it around her waist as the kiss went on and on. She couldn’t get enough of his taste. She sucked his tongue inside her mouth, desperate for more of him, and he growled.
His hips thrust against her, her arousal soaking her jeans at the delicious friction. She bit his lower lip, arching off the wall as she tried to get closer. He pulled her shirt apart, tugging down her bra to fill his hands with her breasts. He tore his mouth away from hers to trace kisses along her chin, her neck.
“Makers, yes. These breasts have tormented my dreams. So soft. So lovely. Do you want to know what I’ve fantasized about, what I imagined last night as you touched yourself?”
He pumped his arousal hard against her hips and she gasped. “I wanted to suck on your pink nipples until they were too sensitive to touch. I wanted to cover your breasts in oil and press them around my cock.”
Dorothy groaned, and he smiled along the slope of her breast, massaging them in time to the movement of his hips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? We can’t lie to each other now. Not with our powers mingling. You’d let me fuck you in any way I wanted, however long I wanted. Your breasts, your hot pussy, your ass. You’d let me, and you’d love it.”
She was too far gone to deny it. “Yes, Z! Yes, please.”
He opened his mouth over one hard nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while sliding his palm down her stomach to get inside her jeans. When two fingers pressed deep inside her sex, she screamed at the sensation of fullness. The pinch of pain.
“More,” she moaned. “I need more.”
Z’s chest rumbled with pleasure as his rough fingertips slipped in her slick juices. He added a third, curling it against a spot that had Dorothy keening with pleasure.
“I knew you’d be like this. Knew you’d match me, need for need.”
If his need was anything like hers, she wasn’t sure how he was still standing. His body was holding hers up. She couldn’t think, couldn’t catch her breath. She’d never wanted anything more than this.
Don’t stop. Never stop.