Page 49 of The Banshee and the Warlock

I'm dimly aware of the brush of his hand against my arm, but I'm overtaken by the breaking of the dam and the intensity of the pleasure ripping through me.

I grasp at Cethin's arm, wanting more and more until the world goes black and all I can focus on is how good it feels.

He lets out a low cry as he thrusts into me for the final time, and I know he's found his release along with mine.

He collapses back onto the blanket, and the two of us lie there for a moment, unable to say anything.

I roll onto my side when I finally feel as if I've regained the ability to speak. "Hey."

"Hi," he responds. "Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm. More than okay." I look at him with what I hope is obviously emotion. "That was amazing."

He chuckles, looking at me with adoration in his eyes, the haze of lust gone, though I suspect that it will be back before long. "It was."

"We can do it again, right?"

"I plan on doing that many more times before morning," he promises. "Were you okay with the magic?"

"I asked for it," I point out, shifting closer so I can trail my fingers over his chest.

"I thought that was what you were getting at."

"Words weren't exactly coming."

"You were, though," he teases.

I laugh. "Yes, I was."

"You're beautiful when you fall apart."

"You always think I'm beautiful," I point out.

"Mmm, that's true." He pulls me into his arms, and I nestle into him, enjoying the warmth of lying next to me.

"Mine," he murmurs against the top of my head.

"Yes," I respond softly. "And you're mine."

"For as long as I live."

I sigh, knowing that even if we technically have to sleep apart because of the flat rules, this is still the first of many nights in his arms.

Epilogue

Anja

I stretch out my legs and lean against Cethin as I read over the final section of our essay for Professor Fairburn, enjoying the simplicity of working with him, even if we're up against a tight deadline. At least we can do it from the comfort of my room. It makes things a lot easier when we want to get distracted.

"I can't believe we ended up doing this so last minute," I grumble, correcting a couple of mistakes we've made. "It's due in a couple of days."

He lets out an amused laugh. "We've been busy."

"Mmm, you keep ripping my clothes off every chance you get."

"It was one button."

"That was my favourite button." I flash him a teasing smile so he knows I'm not being serious. I set down my notebook and shift onto my knees beside him.