This wasn’t an ending.
It was only the beginning. I knew this was madness.
This was the beginning of the end. And I didn’t care.
Because no matter how many times I came apart beneath him, I wanted more. More of his hands.
More of his voice.
More of this beautiful, reckless, forbidden body. All night long, I kept choosing him.
Again.
And again.
It was four in the morning, and we were both lying naked on his bed. Lorik was holding me in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped all over me. My body fit perfectly into his shape, as if it were made to hold me. My hand was lying on his chest, softly touching his defined muscles.
“You won’t have any dreams tonight that will haunt you,” Lorik whispered in my ear.
I let myself smile, but he couldn’t see it. My gaze was on my playing fingers on his core. “What do you dream about?” He asked.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment to remember those awful dreams full of flames and dragons,” I said. “But I’ll tell you one day.”
He didn’t ask again, always giving me space when I needed.
“Why do you have an auroric silencing veil over your room?” I asked, a bit scared of the answer. How many females had he brought here before? I had never seen him flirting with everyone. But he was magnificent. I couldn’t believe I was theonly one screaming within these walls, which made me instantly jealous.
“I wielded it just for you last time you were here,” he said. “And I kept it for your return. I knew you, and I would end up only one way.”
I looked up and met his eyes. He was smiling for me.
“You want me to really believe you did this for me?” I asked with a mocking voice. Lorik’s expression turned serious at my words. It was clear now that he and Rory were never together. But thinking this was all for me was a bit unbelievable.
“There is no one else,” he said with a flat, serious face, his gaze fixed on mine. “When I tell you something, I always mean it. I will always tell you the truth. You can count on that.”
My eyes widened. I knew it was illogical to believe a naked Moonveil flattering me. Even so, my gut told me he meant it and that he was truthful in everything he said. And still, a flash of jealousy flared in my stomach.
“Not even that one from your romantic bookshelf?” I asked bluntly. “What’s her name, O.S.?”
I knew I had no right to ask him, no right to lurk through his personal belongings, and yet I did. Lorik’s gaze shifted to his desk, then back to me. He knew I had seen the note on that first edition book.
“To my love. O.S.”
His control was absolute; he didn’t show anger or frustration, not even nervousness for being caught lying.
“There isn’t anyone else,” he said softly, touching my cheek softly. “That note means nothing right now.”
Lorik’s words landed warm and cold at the same time in my chest. I wanted to know more, understand more, but his words sounded final. Lorik wasn’t going to share more.
And if there had been someone before, it wasn’t my place to claim it. We were never meant to be anything, anyway.
“You should rest,” Lorik suggested.
And right there, I just closed my eyes for the first time in a long time, and I fell asleep almost instantly.
I woke up to bright light covering my face. It must be around mid-morning. I was lucky it was Sunday, and my friends wouldn’t worry about me since they would all be sleeping in. My hand was on Lorik’s bare chest, and my head on his shoulder. My naked body wrapped around him. I slowly sat up on the bed and saw the naked Moonveil lying next to me. He was still asleep.
As much as I had the best night of my life, I had to escape him. This was so very wrong. The want for him clearly clouded my judgment.
