The Knight of Wands rises over his shoulder, twists, reverses, and bursts. I let out a sharp gasp as purple-black flames dance across my skin. My whole body is on fire. But it’s not pain that has my body tensing. It is a pleasure unlike any I’ve ever known.
I force my eyes open, chest heaving. Breasts exposed. I don’t remember him removing my clothes, but perhaps the flames burned them away. My body is throbbing, cunt dripping. In an instant, I’m panting like a bitch in heat, and I can’t control it—I don’t want to.
Pure and raw magic moves within me. More than tongue or fingers or cock. It is as if he is penetrating my very soul.
“That’s it.” Kaelis’s voice feels as if it’s in my mind. “Give in. Surrender. Let me make you mine. So wholly and completely. In all the ways I’ve wanted to for years and never could.”
His eyes on me are almost too much. Knowing he’s watching me writhe, watching me moan and ache without even being touched.
Yet, I want more.
Kaelis beckons, and an unseen force lifts my body. My hands find his face, fingers threading through his hair. Purple flames dance across his body, grazing my skin. Everywhere they touch is ecstasy.
“You are magnificent,” I murmur, utterly entranced. Once more we’re sitting, chest to chest. My arms around his shoulders. I hover just off of him, the tip of his cock teasing my opening.
His hands grab my ass, and a wicked little smirk curls his lips. “Only you would find me as such,” he murmurs as I wrap my legs around him.
Kaelis lowers me, little by little. At the same time, light and shadow and flame dance. I feel him, not just within my body as fleshand power, but in my mind. It is as if for a second I see myself in his eyes.
I see my head thrown back as he rocks me up and down on him. The swirl of power that has my eyes rolling back in my head. I can feel what he does, the way my tight walls grip him perfectly. The way he throbs for me.
It’s more erotic than anything I could’ve imagined.
At once, it’s gone. I’m back in my mind as I’m pushed onto the bed. His hands on my thighs, he never leaves me. He never stops his thrusts into me.
Grabbing my face and pulling it toward his, Kaelis kisses me deeply. With every thrust I see a different world—his fantasies, I suspect—harbored and kept secret but now played for me in explicit detail that I not only see across my mind’s eye but feel as if I’m there.
I am tied up, spread wide and blindfolded, laid out upon some unknown altar as if I am an offering.
I am nestled in sheets of silk, and he spends the afternoon worshiping my cunt with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm crashing upon me until I can no longer bear it. Until I’m begging him to stop.
I am bent over the railing of a balcony, Eclipse City in the distance, the cold stone grazing my erect nipples. The only thing I’m wearing is a silk robe of fabric so fine that it’s nearly transparent in the moonlight. Kaelis has pushed it up around my waist as he takes me from behind.
I am underneath a desk, his cock most of the way down my throat as he casually talks politics with advisers.
I am in a thousand places at once. Every vivid erotic fantasy played before me in detail. I see myself in every position, taken roughly, taken passionately in situations that range from tender and romantic to delicious and utterly depraved. Each is more intense than the last.
All the while, he keeps an almost ruthless pace. I feel every steady stroke of his cock in the vision, and in reality. His mouth meets mine, and we share a groan like we’re building to a climax in every lifetime.
Together, we reach it. We soar, gasping, moaning, clutching. It’s asthough we’re falling from an unspeakable height back to the realm of mere mortals. Back to being two breathless bodies, clinging to each other in an ocean of sheets.
Kaelis rolls off of me, and we stare at the ceiling, panting. Neither of us says anything for a long stretch. What is there to say, after all that? After magic that shouldn’t exist for a love that was doomed by fate.
I look to him and find him looking at me.
“I love you,” he whispers into the air of the early dawn.
I twist and shift toward him. Kaelis’s arm limply wraps around my shoulders. Mine drapes across his abdomen. We smell of sex; we ache and are covered in nips and bruises from the other’s hands and teeth. This moment is so raw, I wish I could condense it into a powder to ink from. If I could put this on a card, I’d admire it forever.
“You love me?” I whisper.
“I love you,” he repeats. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
I fight a grin and a laugh and lose. Tucking my head up onto his shoulder and underneath his chin, I say, “I did.”
Kaelis sighs, and it sounds like relief. After a long moment, he says, “You don’t have to say it back. I also already know.”
“You arrogant asshole.”
