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Nicholas captured her hands, pinning them down on the comforter on either side of her head. Her fingers laced through his, her body opening further, accepting him deeper. She was so warm and wet, the velvet petals of her folds yielding to him in ways he’d only ever dreamed of. His magic sparked and burned, pleasure strengthening his powers. Making love to Tamara was like sticking a finger in a socket. The shock, the sudden jolt, was ecstasy and wicked bliss all at the same time. No wonder the Brotherhood didn’t allow this. His power grew, his magic doubling, tripling every second he kept kissing Tamara.
Love was magic. Powerful magic.
She met him stroke for stroke, moving her hips in tempo, matching his own as he slid in and out. He quickened his pace, grunting with the exertion of po
