Her fingertips glow. Small weaves of light twine up my shoulder and into my hair.
“Your magic seems to agree, Starfire.”
“You’re insufferable.” She scowls.
“Is that so?” I pick her up and turn, pressing her back down on the bed so fast she loses her breath, and her eyes sparkle.
“Wilder.”
“Mm-hmm.” I peel off her pants and shrug off the rest of my clothes. “I like my name on your beautiful lips.”
Kneeling between her legs, I wrap her thighs at my hips and press against her core. I’ve barely sunk in when my vision spots, and I’m on the verge of blacking out. Watching Elorie take me is like coming home. Her snow-white hair splays over my pillow. A halo of blue dances at the tips. Her chest arches as I drive deep, and her lashes flutter.
“You’re stunning.” I lean over her, driving until our hips meet. My hand cups her face as I thrust forward again. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her body.
Her determination.
Her heart.
It’s an addiction beyond the flesh. Stronger than any hit of haelmarrow. She courses through my veins and sets my skin on fire.
My fingers drag up her ribs, leaving a trail of aether glistening on her skin. I tease her nipples, cupping her perfect breasts.
“You feel so good.” She moans, throwing her head back as I drive into her. “I can’t breathe; you feel so good.”
My arm winds around her lower back, and I pull her up to me so she is sitting, straddling my thighs. Her bare chest presses mine, and she rocks, chasing what she needs.
Forehead to forehead.
Mouth to mouth.
I tip her chin up and kiss her while she wraps me in her arms. She feels so good. I think I might be back in that obsidian prison, being tempted with the idea of her—like her voice in my head. So close and yet so far.
My arms encircle her waist, hugging her as tight as I can. But I don’t open my eyes in case this isn’t real. In case my demons are messing with my head again. Dangling her in front of me just to pull her away.
“Wilder?” Her hands press the sides of my cheeks; her thumb traces the edge of my scar. “Look at me.”
My eyes open, and she’s all I see. All I feel. All I need.
“I’m here.” She whispers again and again,“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”
I don’t know if she realizes what darkness she pulled me out of. She was an illusion on the other side of the runes. But then she stepped over them, and centuries of feeling lost—vanished. She didn’t just bring me back to life; she set me free.
“I’m here.”
“I know.” I drag my hands up her bare back and into her hair.“I know, I know, I know.”
If I say it enough—hold her close enough—maybe it will sink in.
I’m desperate to kiss her, but she holds my mouth at hers and forces me to look into her eyes while she rocks herself over me. She keeps me present while she rides me, and I’m so close that I’m hanging on by this thread.
She’s with me, barely hanging on herself. Her fingers curl and her cheeks flush.
“Let me see you, Elorie,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me see how I make you feel.”
I want to watch her burn.
