She rocked her head slowly, forcing him to bite down harder. As he did, he felt her grip his cock with her sex. It was unholy and one of the best sensations in the world.
Waves of power began to flow from her.
His gaze was drawn up through pine branches. Another flash of lightning and roll of thunder. Something within his chest began to burn hot as though it called to the storm. He recalled what it had been like when he made love to Kiara the first time.
He was so close, but he needed more, just as he had in her bedroom grotto.
He released her neck, withdrew from her slowly, then rose up.
Her eyes were wide as she looked back at him. “What is it, Warren?” Her dark eyes flashed with need and desire.
“Levitate, but on your back. I know you can do it and I want more from you. Right here in the middle of the forest. Right now.”
Her dark eyes shifted from brown to silver, like the lightning that flashed in the sky above. He’d heard stories of wolves changing eye-color in the heat of passion, but not witches.
Who was this woman?
He guided her to the position he wanted her. He was right. She fully supported herself by the levitation power she bore. Her long hair floated around her. She extended her arms. Arcs of electricity passed between them.
He entered her again, this time facing her.
He wanted her witch power flowing into him as he came, and he wanted his storm power covering her at the same time.
As if on cue, the monsoon broke above them with more flashes of lightning, more thunder and a torrent of rain on his back.
He buried himself deep inside then stretched out on top of her as though they shared a bed.
He began to thrust steadily. With so many sensations pummeling him, passion built swiftly. Her moans urged his hips to go even faster.
When she rolled her head back, exposing her throat. He opened his mouth wide and took as much of it in his maw as he could.
She cried out. I’m so close. The rain. Your storm. Oh, God, Warren.
He knew what he needed to do. He sped up his thrusts even more and as he did, he let his storm roll through him, powerful waves of electric pleasure that pulsed through his cock and into her body.
Through the din of the rain and thunder pelting the forest, he heard her screams of ecstasy. Her pleasure brought his and he began to come in the most intense orgasm he’d known.
He slowed his hips, savoring the exquisite pleasure. But he knew he wasn’t done. What they could create together was astounding.
She lifted her arms and surrounded him so that he felt the current arcing from one hand to the other.
He released her throat and moved into her in deep, heavy thrusts.
Her lips were swollen, her silvery eyes gleaming.
“Kiara.”
“Oh, Warren.”
He crashed his lips down on hers as another roll of thunder tore through the forest. Another downpour. Another baptism. All the battle’s grime was being washed away.
He released a second time with Kiara’s arms wrapped tightly round him. His storm rolled once more and sent sparks everywhere, which the rain carried harmlessly away and into the pine needles of the forest floor.
As he began to come down from the heights, the rain lessened. He felt worn to the bone but so relaxed he never wanted to leave her.
One of her hands grazed his back in a gentle back and forth motion.
“That’s nice,” he said.