Spellbound by Emmie Dark Page B

if her knees didn’t start working again soon.
    His finger stopped its relentless movement against her centre; instead he shifted his hand so his palm cupped her entire mound, holding her body firmly against him. She could feel his cock, reinvigorated, pressing against the small of her back.
    There was the answer to that question.
    He shuffled forwards a little so the shower sprayed over them both.
    ‘Are you okay?’ he asked when her breathing began to return to normal.
    ‘Mmm-hmm.’ He wanted her to speak? After that?
    ‘Come on, sweetheart,’ he urged. ‘Let’s rinse off and get out of here. I’m turning into prune man.’
    Belle managed a little laugh and was thankful she managed to stay standing when Nick let go of her. Taking turns, they each stepped under the spray to wash away the soap and fluids of their lovemaking. Nick watched her with a lustful yet puzzled expression when she reached up to smooth out her wet hair.
    ‘Belle?’
    ‘Mmm?’
    ‘You’re not holding the crystal, are you?’
    Belle stiffened with surprise. ‘No. It’s still in the bedroom.’
    ‘But I feel fine. And we still did . . . that .’
    ‘Yeah.’ She frowned. ‘Maybe the spell is broken?’
    ‘I’d be the first to celebrate if that were the case,’ Nick said. ‘Shall we head back to the bedroom to see if it really is broken?’
    Belle looked up at him and couldn’t help grinning at the mischievous expression on his face. ‘Absolutely.’
    They towelled themselves dry, keen to get back into bed as fast as possible. Belle stopped only to run a comb through her wet strands and then couldn’t resist quickly cleaning her teeth. Nick saw and reached out a finger for some toothpaste, giving her quick grin as he rubbed the toothpaste around his mouth.
    Back in bed, Belle hoped that this might be the way the rest of the weekend panned out. Sex, sleep, shower. Sex, sleep, shower. To keep their strength up they might have to fit in eating somewhere there – and yet again Belle wished she had Aunt Gertrude’s skill in food-summoning charms – but she was sure between her and Nick they could turn eating into something pretty special too.
    ‘Come here,’ Nick growled, climbing onto the bed and reaching for her. His cock seemed fully recovered and was already pointing towards her in visual reinforcement of his words.
    They knelt on the bed, face to face, and for a moment Nick simply gazed at her. Belle couldn’t read his expression, wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but then he lowered his mouth to hers and her eyes drifted closed in expectation of his kiss.
    She’d expected passion – a thrusting tongue and a forceful taking – but it was exactly the opposite: sweet, tender, gentle. His lips touched hers, caressing her mouth, seducing her all over again, even though she was already his.
    Belle was reminded of the kiss from her phantom Nick, the way her ghostly lover had nibbled her lips and made her swoon. She pushed the thoughts away, focusing only on real Nick’s mouth, real Nick’s skin under her fingertips.
    Real Nick clearly wasn’t about to give her any time to recover from her orgasm in the shower. He laid her back on the bed and, cupping a breast with one hand, lowered his mouth and began nibbling and sucking on the nipple. Instantly, Belle was at a fever pitch, feeling the answering slickness between her legs.
    Nick pulled back, staring up at her face. His fingers probed between her legs, searching out her entrance before plunging deep inside.
    Belle groaned and thrust her hips against the intrusion, grinding her pelvis into his hand.
    ‘Belle, I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you,’ came Nick’s strained whisper.
    Still amazed that she could be so aroused just minutes after the bone-shattering orgasm in the shower, Belle could only whimper her assent. Yes, Nick inside her. That would be good.
    He twisted around in the bed. ‘I only had one condom on me. Do you keep