Night at the Inn (R18) part 2

Leo held her close, feeling a contentment he hadn't experienced in years. The weight of his previous years of celibacy—a magical oath sworn during his apprenticeship—suddenly lifted from his shoulders.

Marissa's fingers absently traced circles on his chest, her breathing slow and steady.

"That was my first time," she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder. "I didn't think it would be like that."

He smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Really? I would've guessed you'd had plenty of suitors."

She shook her head, nestling closer. "I've had my share of admirers, but I never felt... safe, I suppose. Not until now."

"Tell me if I'm too heavy," he said, carefully rolling onto his side so he could see her face.

"You're fine," she replied, her eyes sparkling in the low light. "I like feeling your weight on me."

Their eyes met, and the intensity of her gaze took his breath away. Her lips found his, soft and inviting. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming her body, setting off sparks that quickly ignited into flame.

Marissa's touch was confident now, her hands bold as they explored his body. She kissed a trail down his neck, then lower, her tongue teasing his nipples, making him shudder.

With a skill that belied her earlier innocence, she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling as she tasted him. Leo groaned, his head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

She played him like an instrument, knowing exactly when to tease and when to back off. He was putty in her hands, utterly under her spell.

"I want you again," he growled, his voice hoarse with need.

Eagerly, she rose to straddle him, impaling herself on his length with a gasp. Leo's eyes shined as she began to move, her hips undulating in a rhythm that threatened to undo him.

Their bodies moved as one, slick with sweat, the bed creaking in time with their increasing pace. This time, it was different. This time, it was about more than just physical release. It was about connection, about claiming and being claimed.

Leo came with a hoarse shout, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt her walls clench around him, milking him dry as she found her own release.

Spent, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she lay atop his chest, their limbs tangled together.

But Leo's body soon stirred again, feeling a need to truly possess her, to brand her as his own.

He rolled her onto her stomach, positioning himself at her entrance once more. This time, he went slower, gentler, wanting to ensure her pleasure as much as his own.

Marissa cried out, her body tightening around him as he filled her. Her hands clenched the bedsheets, her head thrown back in abandonment.

The muscles of her backside clenched with each thrust, driving him wild. "You feel so good," he gasped, his control slipping.

She cried out again, her voice echoing in the room. Her body convulsed, milking him for every drop until he was spent once more.

Leo felt a rush of possessiveness as he held her, a need to truly mark her as his. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of passion and something darker as he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her towards him.

"Trust me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Marissa nodded, her eyes closed, a mix of excitement and apprehension on her face.

Leo kissed her neck, his hands roaming her body, sparking her desire once more. With one hand, he guided himself to her anal entrance, gently pressing in. Her muscles resisted at first, then relaxed, allowing him entrance.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, kissing her shoulder. "Just feel me."

Slowly, he began to move, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he felt the incredible tightness around him.

Marissa bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensation. It was unlike anything she'd experienced, a fullness that bordered on pain but somehow felt incredible.

He went slowly at first, setting a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips tightly. With each thrust, he went a little deeper, a little harder, until he was buried fully within her.

"You're doing great," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so perfect."

Marissa moaned, her body beginning to move with his, her apprehension turning to pure pleasure. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps.

Leo's control was slipping; he could feel his magic responding to his passion, the bed trembling beneath them. The earth seemed to pulse in time with his thrusts, as if the whole world were feeling what he felt.

"Come for me, baby," he urged, his hips snapping forward, driving them both to the brink.

Marissa cried out, her body convulsing around him. Leo followed, letting out a hoarse shout as he filled her, his magic flaring in response to his release.

The room trembled as their passions peaked, the force of their release sending vibrations through the earth itself.

Spent, Leo collapsed onto the bed, pulling Marissa close. She snuggled into his arms, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That," she murmured, "was incredible."

Leo awoke to a sensation of warmth and softness. Blinking sleepily, he found himself face-to-face with Marissa's most inviting greeting—her legs parted, exposing her most intimate depths. She was already wet and ready for him.

He smiled, his morning wood aching to be relieved. "Good morning to you too," he murmured, positioning himself at her entrance.

With a smooth thrust, he slid into her, eliciting a gasp from Marissa. Her hands found his hips, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move.

Their morning tryst was passionate and frenzied, driven by the urgency of the new day. The rhythm of their bodies created a harmonious tempo, a primal dance set to the beat of their hearts.

Marissa met his thrusts, her hips rising to greet him with each downward stroke. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room—the slapping of flesh, their labored breathing, and the wet, erotic squelching that signaled their passion.

"Harder," she breathed, her fingers digging into his buttocks, urging him on.

Grinning, Leo obliged, his thrusts becoming more insistent, driving them both towards the precipice. The bedsprings squeaked in protest as he pounded into her, their sweaty bodies creating a delicious friction.

With a final, hoarse cry, Leo released himself into her, his eyes screwed shut, feeling his essence mingle with hers. Marissa's walls clenched around him, milking him for every last drop.

They lay tangled together. Leo gently disentangled himself, placing a soft kiss on Marissa's forehead.

"I have some work to oversee," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I won't be long."

Marissa purred, stretching like a contented cat. "Take your time. I'm going to enjoy this bed a little longer."

Watching her snuggle into the sheets, Leo fought the urge to join her. With a final admiring glance, he pulled on his clothes and headed out to attend to his duties.

He couldn't shake the satisfied grin from his face as he walked towards his construction site, already looking forward to the moment he could return to her.