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ground. David yanked off the rest. He fell to his knees to take one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth then making her moan with the wet, velvet heat of his tongue. He traced fingernails that became claws over her tattooed thigh, where a darkly colourful fairy with delicately torn wings knelt in a magical forest.
    “I win,” he said, baring teeth that had gone sharp.
    Fairy tattoos were about as common and clichéd as roses, skulls and dragons, but she had drawn the concept herself during one of her blackouts. The image, quite unlike anything she had ever drawn before, had stuck with her for several weeks until it had finally compelled her to step into a tattoo parlour.
    At first, she had been afraid that the pain was going to make things go crazy around her. A tattoo parlour was one of the last places a person wanted something to go wrong. But after the initial flickering lights as the artist had begun, there hadn’t been a single other incident during that session or the next two.
    Instead, Kelly’s eyes had glazed over, and during the second session when the artist had started the colours and shading, she had actually fallen asleep. In spite of the way her thigh had felt as though it had been attacked by a horde of bees, she had practically been high, every muscle in her body relaxed, her mind wonderfully fuzzy and the storm inside her calm. It had lasted for about three blissful days after each session.
    Her energy—no, magic —wasn’t calm now. It raged within and around her, but she didn’t have to futilely hold it in the way she did in her apartment, at her myriad jobs, when walking down the street or shopping for clothes or groceries.
    “I’m going to give you the whole world,” David promised. He kissed the fairy’s body then stroked it with his palm, moaning as he lapped at the juices dripping from her. His wolfish teeth scraped against her mound before he looked up at her and sucked her small, throbbing clit into his mouth.
    She cried out at the sky when one of his teeth caught against it.
    He wasn’t finished with her yet. David pulled her down until he lay on the ground with her over him. The head of his cock pressed bluntly against her entrance. He was hot everywhere she touched, his muscles alarmingly firm, and she ran her hands over as much of him as she could reach. David laughed as she bit his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. She wanted more. She wanted closer. She wanted wilder.
    The cold wind buffeted them from side to side, forcing them to tighten their grip on each other. Icy fingers pulled at her professional bun and tugged until pins flew in every direction and her long, amber-rich hair tumbled loose. It whipped around them like the tails of a soft flogger, twining around his fingers and her arms and curling around the curves of her breasts and hips.
    “Kiss me, wild child,” David said. There was a trace of mockery in his tone, but it was mostly subsumed by the intensity of his arousal and the undeniable glimmer of admiration in his eyes. “I like the taste of your magic. It tastes like cinnamon and honey.”
    He buried his fingers in her hair and groaned as she sank her tongue into his mouth, giving him the taste of her that he wanted.
    Leaves flew over them, and she was occasionally pelted by fallen nuts, but she barely noticed what was going on around her anymore, not when it had been so long since she’d felt someone against her, someone almost inside her. She practically purred into his mouth, wriggled over him as much to tease herself as him.
    David growled and rolled them over. Twigs dug into her shoulder blades, and the rough autumn grass crackled under her. Then he had his erection in hand. He sank slow and sweet into her. Her mouth dropped open as he began to move, no longer slow, no longer sweet. She was tight, and it hurt where he stretched her, but Kelly locked her legs around him, arching her back and pushing him in harder to make it hurt more. She dug crescent