Enchanting Absinthe (Sex with Strings, Book Four) by Shona Husk

his shaft so it angled toward her wet core. All she had to do was slide down.
    Mercifully she did, sheathing him in one easy movement. For a moment neither of them moved. Her slick heat surrounded him, after so long it was almost too much. Then she began rolling her hips, riding him, the whole length of his cock with every movement. He closed his eyes, but even then he saw her dressed only in boots and bra, the image burned into his brain. Magic was brewing, growing and building and he let himself be swept up. If he was falling into his own enchantment, or hers, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be free if that was what he’d had before.
    Claire leaned forward, maximizing her pleasure. He ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed the tight peaks of her nipples. He curled up and took one in his mouth, tasting her skin through the lace. She moaned and her pussy tightened around him as if she was getting close.
    She moved faster, her movements shorter. William slid his hands on her hips, slowing her down a little. Not yet, he didn’t want to come so soon. After waiting this long he wanted more. She was wet and tight and felt so good. But the pressure was building in his balls and his cock was hardening further. She gasped and her core clenched around his cock, her body rocking as she came hard. Her nails scored his chest and he let go, giving in to her, groaning as he came.
    The magic around them snapped and settled on his skin.
    He opened his eyes and gazed at Claire. Her lips were parted as she tried to catch her breath and her cheeks were pink. Almost hidden by her blonde bangs was her third eye and it was open.
    “What do you see?” He brushed her hair out of the way and saw her as the powerful Shaman she was. She’d created a life, for him that was close enough to a miracle.
    “There are purple flames all over us. Shamen call it the power burn, it kind of feels as though I’m standing next to an open fire and bathing in the heat. You feel it?”
    “The heat, like standing under stage lights.”
    She lay down on his chest. “I’m glad you came back.”
    “I’m glad you took me back.” His hand smoothed her hair as he listened to her heartbeat settle.
     
    The world steadied and she closed her third eye. She didn’t need to see the magic to feel it. Her body hummed with pleasure. Being in his arms felt right the way no other lover had. But he was like no other lover she’d ever had. He was so much more. She kissed him and pushed herself up, hesitating for just a moment before easing away. She grabbed her panties and went to the bathroom to clean up.
    When she came out, he was still lying on the floor, his jeans were done up, but his shirt and jacket were still open. Red marks crisscrossed his skin. Guilt snagged her heart. He patted the carpet next to him, so she joined him.
    “Do they hurt?” She ran one finger alongside a mark.
    “In the best way. They’ll be gone by morning.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close.
    “So, no more band. What are you going to do?”
    “Dunno. I think I’ll be busy enough for a bit.” His hand caressed her stomach.
    She smiled and a shimmer of magic burst in her belly. The baby was happy, bathing in the magic that was its birthright. “And the Council?”
    “I’ll let you decide when to tell them. You know their workings better than me.”
    “Fiorelli. Is that the name for the baby’s birth certificate?”
    “I hope not. It was my father’s name and it’s not a name I want to use.”
    She could understand that, but their child needed a name. “The Council won’t like Black.”
    “Too bad.” He turned his head to look at her. “If you promise to never call me Peregrine, I’ll never call you Tansy.”
    She winced at the sound of her given name on his lips. She hated it, and had been calling herself Claire since she was about ten, much to her parents’ disgust. “That sounds fair.” Her finger traced around his