New York City Paranormals 3

"I might get a little jealous, you seem to know what you're doing." She said softly against his lips. It was really hard for Margarette to keep her hands to herself.

Ren grinned softly, and trailed his fingers over her hips. "I worked at a massage pallor for a little while," he told her, "though it definitely was never this hands on, though I don't mind, do you?" he asked, smiling at her charmingly.

"Mmm, no I don't mind." Margarette said, a smile tugging at her lips at his charming tone. Ren was that, a charmer and she strongly liked that.

"Mm, good, cause I don't think I could help myself," he said, before kissing her slowly again as his thumbs worked out small muscles over her body.

Margarette hummed softly against his lips, slowly kissing him back as he continued to masage her skin. It felt really nice and she was glad he couldn't help himself.

Ren moved his lips slowly and smoothly over hers in a soft, lingering kiss. "Mmm, have I ever mentioned how good you feel?" he murmured to her, sliding his hands up her stomach and massaging her warm skin.

"Mmm, I don't think so but you can sure start now." Margarette said with a small grin, her skin getting goosebumps under his touch.

Ren grinned softly and trailed soft kisses down her neck. "Mmm, I definitely will," he murmured to her, sliding his hand gently down her leg.

"That feels so good, Ren." Marge murmured softly, her body arching towards him again. Even if the touches weren't meant to be sexual, she was very much turned on.

Ren hummed low in his throat as he felt her move underneath him. He could smell her arousal beginning to grow, which started to get to him too, but he kept his touches firm and slow, wanting to keep things pleasurable and not sexual for as long as he could.

Margarette was slowly consumed by his firm and slow touches. Her breath turning soft and relaxed, allowing all of her muscles to be relaxed. For once she wasn't worried about the outside world.

"Mmm, absolutely perfect," Ren murmured to her when she became completley and totally relaxed under his touches. He brushed his lips gently over her jaw and gave a small, teasing grin. "Should I stop now?" he whispered to her playfully.

"Don't you dare..." Maragarette whispered softly, completely breathless for a moment. She knew he was enjoying himself, as much as he was but he had all the control. For this simple moment, she liked that.

Ren chuckled and trailed his fingers gently down the sides of her hips. "Whatever you say," he said, finally brushing his lips over hers again and kissed her slowly.

Marge moaned softly into his mouth as they kissed, she wanted him a little more every minute but she would hate it if she ruined his moment with her.

One of Ren's hands finally left massaging her skin and travelled up her body. His fingertips brushed over her neck and tilted her head just enough so that he could deepen the kiss, while still keeping it slow and sensual.

Margarette moaned softly as their kiss took a whole new turn, the way he touched her. How his hands knew exactly how to move her body so everything seemed to come easier, fit together more gracefully. It made her insides quake, made her mind lose the notion of time along with herself.

Ren hummed softly, taking his time as he kissed her and letting his tongue caress hers. His hand slid slowly up her shirt and brushed the bottom of her covered breasts. He loved touching every inch of her, over and over again, he was sure it was going to become a craving.

In her mind, Margarette sighed his name. Physically, her body trembled in delight at his soft touch and a soft moan complied to the new depth of their kiss. She wanted him, so badly.

Ren smiled against her lips when he felt her melt even more under his touch. Pulling back just enough to breath for a moment, Ren looked down at her beautiful, relaxed face, completely open to the pleasure he was giving her. He murmured her name softly before catching her lips again and sliding his free arm securely around her waist.

Margarette wrapped her arms around his neck, her body resting more comfortably against his as she held him close. She could probably spend the rest of the night just like this with him. Because having him say her name like that and look at her in such a way was pleasure enough.

Trey and Nashaly had spent the last week and a half looking for the house. And not just any house but the house from her dream. It had been infuriating most of the time but when they finally found it everything felt perfect again.

And now days later the house was actually starting to look like a house although they still had a long way to go before it was complete.

Over all Nashaly was happy. Truly happy. Although her mind was filled with worries. Ever since her last conversation with Charlotte when she told her about the demon she was going to bring around... Cole. She couldn't stop thinking about them.

Nashaly understood very well how it felt like to be in the dark side. She knew how seductive and powerful dark magic was... She didn't want Charlotte to fall into the same paths, even if she wasn't a full fleshed witch.

She sighed and leaned her head back so the warm water from the shower fell through her hair and rinsed away the suds.

Her mind was still wiring though, and it wouldn't stop until she met this boy and had a long talk with Char. Away from Trey of course.

Quickly stepping out of the shower, just hours before Charlotte, her mother and this demon boy got there, Nash went into their room, wrapped in a towel. She found Trey standing there in front of their new closet picking out his days clothes.

She smiled huge and walked behind him, her arms wrapping around him slowly and she leaned up to nip on his earlobe playfully.

"Hey there wolfman." She teased him quietly, just then forgetting all of her worries and the rest of the world.

Trey smiled when he felt Nashlay wrap around him. He turned around and slid his arms around her waist. "Hello my little witch," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her smile. "All set for today?" he asked her. He wasl ooking forward to today too. He missed Char and his mother and knew it would better for Charlotte to live here. Especially after the hospital had treated her. He'd be sure to look out for her constantly now and make sure that she got a steady, not so stressful job.

"Yeah, everything is all set." Nashaly said, the warmth of his arms spreading all through her body. Should she prepare him for the extra visitor Char would be bringing. She just hoped it was a stress free day... And it would be as long as Trey behaved.

"I just need to get started on dinner, but I need to get dressed first." She told him, pressing another soft kiss to his lips before she regretfully began to pull away.

"Well, they won't be here just yet," Trey said playfully, pulling her back close to him and pressing a light playful bite to the crook of her neck. "No need to get dressed."