The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

“Shut up,” I say again, pitifully, and I’m kissing him. Three days. It’s only been three days since I kissed him—earlier tonight was barely a kiss, not like this—and the moment we connect, it’s oxygen after being submerged, it’s something I missed. How could I have missed it? I’ve kissed plenty of people and never craved it as it was happening, never felt it trigger some otherworldly hunger that possesses me in a rage. I release his shirt to clamp my fingers around his head and pull him down to me, our lips clashing, mine trying to devour tongue and teeth. He meets me in the furor and isn’t that dangerous? Shouldn’t one of us keep a handhold in reason? But he sucks my tongue into his mouth as he shoots his hands up under the back of my shirt, arching my body to his, and freefalling together is safer than anything else I want to do. Safer than anything else I would do, so I jump. I bite across his jaw, the skin smooth and tasting faintly of sweat and shaving cream, until I get to his neck, to those black ink swirls. His hair hangs down and I rake my hand through it, twisting the strands around my thumb and fingers and jerking so his neck bows. “Sebas—fuck,” he cuts off when my teeth graze the highest line of ink, a spiked vine that swirls up to his ear. I can feel the ridges of the tattoo under my tongue, slightly raised against his skin, and it’s another thing I add to this churning storm of need—I’ll need to do this again, and again, and— His hands fumble my belt, falteri...