Sex and Sorcery
Sex Magic Book One
by Sarah Hyde
Genre: Steamy Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sarah Hyde
Date of Publication: May 9th, 2016
According to rumor, the school trains sorcerers who are crazy good in bed. Even though Morgan’s never had an orgasm, she’s not interested in anything more than an adventure. But when cape-wearing guard, Edric stops them at the wall, Morgan finds herself drawn in by his syrupy sweet smell.
There’s only one small problem, the sorcerers at this school take their vow of celibacy seriously. But Morgan can’t stay away, and as Edric tests the limits of his vow, magic-fueled orgasms may change everything.
“I’m going to carry you out of here.”
I nod, shivering in his grasp. I’d agree to walk, but I don’t really want him to let go of me. Part of me likes that he’s probably leaving bruises on my arms.
His nostrils flare again. “And stop breathing,” he commands.
“I’m pretty sure I can’t do that.”
He starts to walk and I’m still dangling. He’s about ten inches taller than me and easily carries my 120lbs. His quads flex under the lightweight pants he has on. I’m inches from his face, but I can’t look into his eyes. Both of us are focusing off to the side, like I’m an offending bit of debris that must be tossed back into the woods. I lean forward, gulping down the cinnamon flavored air. If he would only pull me closer to his body I could nibble his neck. I strain against his grip, but he holds me completely immobile.
He licks his lips. His boot catches on a branch and he stumbles. Without thinking, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. The sudden pressure the seam of my pants provides against my crotch is a relief. He grunts as he fights for balance and one hand leaves my shoulder to grab my ass before we topple over.
He’s glaring at me. With his hand on my ass. I try to keep from smiling but fail when his scowl intensifies. His fingers flex once and I know he’s about to drop me. The moment drags out. I shift my gaze up to the moon in an innocent expression, but the space between us is throbbing. My pulse has relocated itself to my clit and every orgasm that I never had is waiting to burst out of me.
“Get off of me,” he says as he removes his hand.
“Okay.” In one fast motion, I lick the side of his neck and untangle my legs. I drop to the ground in front of him. My tongue literally tingles with the flavor of his skin.
He stares down at me. “Why did you do that?”
“I had to know.” We’re close to the woods now. Almost out of sight.
He stares at my lips. Does he want permission because I’ve been fairly clear that I want him? He’s the one protesting, but we’re away from the school now. His hand is visibly trembling. I step further under the tree cover. Shadows fall across his face making him more mysterious.
“What did I taste like to you?”
I exhale slowly. I feel like if I don’t pace my breathing I’m going to pass right out. “Like cinnamon syrup. Did you eat pancakes earlier?”
He chuckles and stares at my lips again.
“You can, if you want to . . . kiss me that is,” I offer.
He looks back toward the wall, but there’s no one there.
“Or if you just want a taste, you can lick me too.”
He sucks air in through his teeth in a hissing gasp. “If it wasn’t for your smell, I’d be convinced you were another test. But no one can fake this.” He leans into me and I go perfectly still. His tongue flicks out and draws a soft wet line down the opening of my shirt.
We both moan simultaneously. A million nerve endings I didn’t know existed flare to life. My nipples go crystal hard and jut out from my shirt. Do that again.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Hmmm, that was not what I was thinking at all. Why don’t you take me back to your dorm room?”
“Mostly because if you tried to cross the boundary you’d be fried to a crisp.”
I choke and cough. “What?”
“Don’t mess around with Bronson’s School. Promise me, you and your friend won’t try to get in again. I’m not joking. The wall will set you on fire if you try to cross it.”
“I promise,” I lie. Because I will do whatever it takes to get to him if he crosses that wall.