SPELLBOUND

Shedding her clothes before him, Gavrael could only watch incredulously. His darkness was making an even louder ruckus in his head, telling him that she must be up to something again, and that certain something was definitely to force Gavriel to return to her. 'You can't let her seduce you again. If you let her win, your magic will disappear along with you. And once that happens, she will die. Gavriel, the man she wanted, cannot protect her. It is you she needs right now. And you need me, your power to save and protect her.' 

His head felt as though it was about to explode. His darkness was right. That great war he had been preparing and planning for was just around the corner. And right now, what he needed the most was his power, his magic. 

But despite the chaos that was running amuck in his head, despite his darkness' attempts, Gavrael could not bring himself to move, much less take his eyes off her.. 

His darkness was taking control of his mind, but his body and heart were totally under her spell now. And this was one enchantment that he was fully and willingly allowing himself to fall into. It was like falling into a sweet dream that would only give you wonderful things in return.

As his gaze swept from her flushed face down to the tips of her breasts that were now hard and taut, to her every sweet and inviting curves, and then to the delicate triangle delicately nestled between her thighs, Gavrael could already tell it was impossible for him to escape now. And he had no intentions nor desire to escape either. She had already caught him senseless since the very first moment she had told him to make love to her and ravage her. 

It was incredibly amazing how a beast like him could be caught so easily like this by a weaker creature such as herself. He knew she was not that fragile and weak as before, but she had not used any of her magic to catch him or put him under her control. She simply undressed and stood before him and displayed her soul to him and he was done for. 

Now he realized why his darkness was terrified of her. It was because she had such a ridiculous power to hold him, pin him down, and bring him to his knees. She had the power to send all his most perfect reasonings to nothingness and right now it sounded ridiculous, but she seemed even more powerful. His desire for her was just madness, more powerful than anything he had known before that even his darkness could not seem to beat. 

With a heavy-lidded gaze, Gavrael watched her as she moved closer to him. It was like the tables had turned and right now it was the predator's turn to be preyed upon by the little prey. He had now become a slave to his desire for her – one that was wholly willing. 

As Evie's face came close, Gavrael inhaled sharply. Then her lips touched him ever so lightly. That simple brush of her tongue was all it took for the floodgates to burst open and the hands that his mind had ordered to push her head away, now disobediently curved greedily around her skull instead. 

And before he knew it, he had drawn her to himself and was kissing her with ravenous urgency. His grip on her hair tightened as the heat of their tongues ignited like a spark, the slanting of their mouths over each other's intensified its spread throughout every part of their bodies very quickly.

As their kiss deepened, Evie somehow felt as though her bones were melting and she pressed her body closer against his. And she groaned out at the feel of his clothes getting in the way. Her hands clasped on his clothes as she tugged at them desperately, wishing that somehow it would just magically disappear. 

Suddenly, he pushed her away and before she could react, she heard a loud ripping sound. She then realised that he had literally torn his shirt into halves. Her eyes widened at the sight of him continuing to rip the rest of his clothes off with barely controlled violence. 

And the sight of him doing that made her slide the tip of her tongue over her wet lower lip. Her heart rejoiced, knowing that he was completely under her spell now and could no longer wait. 

The moment he was fully naked he grabbed her in one fluid motion and he threw her on the soft bed. Though his motions were seemingly rough, he did not hurt Evie. She knew he had controlled the amount of strength used in handling her. His rough actions not only did not hurt her, but further fuelled her own arousal. He grabbed her feet and then kissed it, as his gaze burned so ferociously at her. Then his mouth moved upwards, trailing his fiery tongue over her skin.

He parted her legs wide as he wedged himself in between. Looking at him, Evie swallowed hard, as she could see it in his eyes, the primal desire, so hot and primitive… she knew he was going to ravage her, and she was thrilled for it. She was looking forward to the things he would be doing to her, knowing what heights of pleasure he was going to bring her at once again. 

He crushed his mouth against hers again and Evie kissed him back, with everything she had, grabbing onto his hair as she wrapped those long slender but shapely legs around his waist, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. 

The air grew thicker, hotter, as they panted heavily from the ferocious kiss. Then she felt his strong fingers invade her as his mouth closed firmly around her nipple, suckling at it so hard that Evie arched her back, causing her to rock against his hand. 

Her sweet juices felt like it was overflowing from too much pleasure, and he was not even inside her yet.