I thrust again.
And again.
And again.
Until her knuckles are white, and she trembles beneath my grip.She bites her lower lip, breathing heavy as I tweak her nipples and squeeze just hard enough to elicit a bolt of pain.
I slide one hand between her thighs and hover over her clit.
“What do you want, baby girl?”
“I need… I need to come,” she pleads.
I wrap a fist around her hair and yank her body flush against mine.Then I drive the strap in harder, faster.I use her hair as an anchor and pump inside her.When her body tightens and I know she needs to come, I rub circles over her clit.Her body glows brighter, her runes radiating a heady thrum that washes over me.It’s an intoxicating cocktail that vibrates all the way to my own core.Raw energy filled with a carnal need driven by more power than I’ve ever wielded.I’m flooded with it.
It tingles in my muscles and flows all the way to my bones.The scent of fresh spring buds, incense and summer warmth envelops me.
She spirals higher and higher until her mouth falls open and she whimpers, “I’m going to come.”
I rub her swollen clit harder, slide the shadowy shaft in faster and faster until she cries out my name and her skin erupts.Beams of glistening light pour out of the runes on her arms.They illuminate the walls and glare off the floor.I hold an arm against my face to guard against the brightness.
Finally, the radiance dissipates and she slumps, her body spent.I scoop her up around the waist to keep her upright.
I slide the shadowy strap out of her, rather impressed at my ingenuity, and bring it to my lips.
Her mouth curls into a smirk.
“Hungry?”
“For you… always,” I say and suck her excitement off it.
But as soon as I say the words, the memory of what I’ve done filters back in.I’ve ruined us and she doesn’t even know it yet.My hand opens, and the shadow strap dissipates before it hits the ground.
Drawing Lucy into my arms, I wrap her in tight and press my mouth to hers.It’s a kiss that whispers a million secrets.
Warm lips and hotter tongues.Pressure that demands ownership.Needy hands that pull at clothes and tug at hearts.
I want an apology from her.
But I also want to tell her what I’ve done.Confess the mistake I made.
Gods, we have both fucked up so badly.I was… no Iamstill furious with her.Though as I examine my thoughts, the heat from earlier has died to a simmering hurt.And now I’m harbouring a secret.One I cannot tell her else I risk her not coming home with me.The irony that I am doing to her exactly what she did to me is not lost.
We can’t hide behind sex but equally, what if we face this and we can’t get past it?We both have to forgive each other, and she doesn’t even know that yet.
I’ll make up for it, though.I intend to set her free once and for all.I just need to get her home first.
I kiss her over and over, my fingers bruising her body with the need to draw her ever closer.I want to crawl inside her, to wear our kiss like a cloak.
I’m a liar, hiding my betrayal in the folds of our mouths and heat of our kiss.
She tries to pull away but I’m not done.I can’t be because once we leave here, nothing will be the same.And I just need to pretend for one more?—
“Midnight,” Lucy says, wrenching herself free from me.“What the hell is wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say, and fill my expression with the most saccharine of smiles I can muster.All the while knowing it doesn’t reach my eyes, and she doesn’t believe me.
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