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With a torturous slowness, he pulls back only to sheath himself again, inch by glorious inch. No one has ever filled me so completely while touching my soul so profoundly, as Loric.
He leans forward, his arms locking, hands fisting the covers on either side of my head. Our mouths meet in a kiss and I moan against his lips. And gods, the sound he makes as he rolls his hips against mine, has my head spinning. It's deep and visceral, like he's doing everything he possibly can to hang on to his rapidly thinning restraint.
I meet his rhythm as he sets a brutal pace, hitting every nerve in my body until I can feel my release building inside of me, coiling so tight I might burst with it.
My fingers dig into his back, needing him closer, as each thrust sends wave after searing wave of white-hot pleasure thrumming through me.
“Loric,” I gasp, his thumb pushing my head back as far as it will go. He kisses my throat, pinning me to the bed as he goes to war on my body, teeth scraping over my pulse until I'm clenching around him, shaking beneath him and falling so hard, so fast that lights burst.
He snaps his hips forward over and over, I come apart around him, his thrusts so deep I know I'll feel him there for days as he finds his own release. The sound that leaves his mouth is carnal, downright predatory as he follows me over the edge.
But as everything calms, as the room falls deathly silent, only filled by our heavy breaths, I can't help but wish he'd bitten, that he'd marked me and given me a reason to stay.
Loric collapses against me, placing gentle kisses across my chest as my legs tremble around his waist.
No words are needed at this moment. No vows or promises to be made. It’s like there’s an unspoken agreement between us to not break the silence, because once we do, we’ll have to admit reality. Instead, we simply hold each other close, pretending tomorrow will never come.
Chapter 33
Calamity
Iwake up alone, the bed cold next to me, and Loric nowhere in sight. I’m not sure why I expected him to be here, curled against me. The magic swirls are gone, and though I can’t feel his emotions anymore, I know there’s enough roiling within him over me leaving today.
Putting distance between us might be his only way of coping. Hell, it might be my only way of coping. I’m still not sure how I'm going to look him in the eye and part ways, but I’ll have to, and perhaps this will make it a little bit easier.
Pushing up from the bed, I slip on the dark brown fabric of my dress, uncaring to put the rest of it together, and slide the robe over my arms, lacing it up the front. I can hear the voices of the others coming from the main area of the house, and when I pull open the door my senses are assaulted with the smell of food. I breathe it in, my eyelids fluttering as my mouth waters.
“Someone’s hungry,” Brenn says, and I open my eyes to find him smiling, chewing his food.
“Shut it,” Loric says, glaring across the table as he pops a bite of fruit into his mouth.
Brenn grins wickedly. “It’s nice to be able to tease you for a change, so no. I don’t think I will.”
I smirk, taking a seat next to Loric and grabbing a plate. Piling on food, the hinges of another door draw my attention.
Jesper walks through it, the entire blanket wrapped around him as he rubs his eyes, groggy as he makes his way to the table. “Morning.”
Mira chuckles to herself. “I’m not sure we’ll be going anywhere today. Not with how hungover all of you are.”
“I’m not,” I say, flexing my brow.
“Neither am I.” Loric’s hand claims purchase on my thigh, and my chair jerks toward him as he yanks me closer.
I freeze mid bite, sliding my plate back in front of me.
“Maybe not, but I can guarantee none of you got any sleep. Jesper was passed out on the porch pantsless this morning, and the two of you nearly knocked all the pictures off the walls.” Brenn points at each of us with his dagger, a chunk of an apple stabbed on the end of it.
“Me and my roommate slept just fine, I’ll have you know… once I came inside,” Jesper says, opening up the blanket to set the kitten on the table. It hunkers for a moment, startled, then meows and starts to rub against him. “Anyone want to explain how this ended up in my room?”
I can feel Loric’s eyes slide toward me. “You kept it,” he grits.
“It was cold.” I slowly bring my gaze to meet his. “I fed it, like you said I could.”
“You weren’t supposed to bring it inside.”
“It’s homeless.” I frown, and it trots across the table to plop into my lap. The kitten kneads my dress, tail swishing as it circles and coils up against me. “See? Harmless.”
“For now,” he says mid-bite. “You can’t keep it.”
