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cock trapped between them.
    She undulated her hips against his and shivered wildly as his hands stroked over her newly sensitized skin. It was bizarre that the magic had changed her erogenous zone to all shaded sections of skin, but she had never come this close to orgasming from someone stroking her back before.
    His hand cupped the back of her skull, under her hair. As she shifted against him, he tightened his grip and held her head still. Her breath was catching in her lungs, and she could feel her wet invitation between her thighs.
    When she was shaking wildly in his grip, he let her go, whirling her, bending her forward and nudging her feet apart. She moved into position, and when she felt the hot nudging at her opening, she relaxed and pushed back to take him into her wet channel.
    He groaned, she grunted, and he thrust into her while he drew his nails down her back.
    She dug her claws into the bedding and pushed back against each inward jolt. She jerked as the slide inside her stroked her g-spot, and she continued to twitch with every contact.
    He struck release before she did. He grunted and pumped into her in short, pounding thrusts. He leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure, and she let out a low, moaning grunt as her body clenched around him.
    She slowly collapsed on the bed, and he followed her down, kissing at the wound on her neck before he licked at it.
    The tingle of magic was on his tongue.
    She groaned and moved her hands out from under her. He was still inside her.
    She waited until she had calmed her breathing, and then, she whispered, “So, I am assuming that you have something planned for dinner?”
    He chuckled. “I do if you are willing to wear something that I alter for you.”
    She wrinkled her nose and flexed her fingers into the bedding. “If you insist but nothing fancy.”
    He kissed her neck and smoothed her hair away. “I think we can manage something appropriate.”
    She pushed up, he slid out of her, and she looked at him. His shock was apparent.
    “How did you do that?”
    “I am really good at moving a lot of weight.”
    He blinked. “Noted. By the way, I love your fused form.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “I am going to have to take a look at the footage. I am pretty sure that Toby got plenty of shots of my boobs. It is his favourite part of any woman he meets.”
    “I will have to have a chat with him.”
    She smacked Irdan’s shoulder. “He is strictly a looky loo. Don’t worry about it.”
    “If he tries to touch, he will lose a hand.”
    “Yes, but I will be the one to take the limb. Did you see those claws? I looked like I was part platypus.”
    He laughed. “I saw the claws. They are gator equipment. As are your teeth in that form. You looked very deadly, and I was amazed that you didn’t have a lisp.”
    “I have excellent lip and tongue control, but unless you let me keep going with the foreplay, you will not find that out. She smiled at his heavy-lidded look. “And now is not the time. I am hungry.”
    “Yes, my lady. I will make sure you are satisfied.”
    She smirked and stroked her fingers over his abs. “You had better.”
    He caught her fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed each one. “First things first.”
    He got up, pulled her to her feet and went to his wardrobe. He pulled out a black button-down shirt, and when he finished with it, it was a light spring dress with swags and a few frills at the hemline.
    He grabbed a t-shirt and passed her a bra and panties in super-soft cotton.
    She slipped on the underwear and let the dress fall around her thighs. “The fit is good, but should it be this short?”
    He took a shoe, and with a bit of focus, he had two shoes for her. “Yes. We are attending a fundraiser this evening. You look perfectly appropriate.”
    She rolled her eyes and watched as he pulled on a pair of briefs before putting on dress slacks and a matching black shirt. His dark-green tie matched his hair.