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His way of keeping his control, even though I can see for myself that it’s already slipping.
Just having me in his bed like this, our faces close, our bodies naked, after learning the truth…he’s giving me more than I thought he would. Last night when he banished me, I thought I was done for and would never see him again. I really believed that.
But he came for me.
He told me he wouldn’t save me, but he came to save me anyway and claimed me as his and despite my lies, despite our past, despite the fact that he doesn’t want to remember, I’m here.
I’m here with him in the most intimate way I know.
And we’re both going over the edge.
Together.
“I’m going to come,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire, his eyes wild as he looks at me. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
He kisses me, hard and deep, the taste of me still on his tongue, and thrusts up into me with a few final pumps, and then we both let go.
I pull back, my neck and back arching, and cry out his name as I come harder than I’ve come before, like I’m being torn apart on every level.
Valtu grunts loudly and his cock jerks inside me, his hips shoving up against mine, and he comes with a hoarse gasp.
His warmth spills into me, not stopping.
He crushes me to him, my breasts pressed against his damp, hard chest and he’s growling and grunting against my ear as he continues to fill me up, all slick and hot.
Holy hell.
I’m spinning.
I lay my head on his shoulder and the sweat-slicked skin feels good against my cheek. His heart is pounding against my chest, and it takes a while to catch our breath. The world seems fuzzy and distant and cold and there’s nothing out there except our two bodies, deep in connection and wrapped together.
He lifts me up suddenly and I gasp in surprise as I slide off of him, but he wraps an arm around my waist, then he rolls onto his side and pulls my back into him.
He holds me like I’m precious, his grip strong and possessive and I listen to his breathing as it slows.
I close my eyes and I let myself pretend that we’re in the past. It feels so right, so good, that I wonder if I’m becoming delusional, how easy it might be to live in another reality. I could live a whole life just on this edge of what’s real and what’s not. At least here, in bed with each other, fucking each other, it’s as real as it gets.
I hold onto that and fall asleep in his arms.
* * *
When I wake up again,the sun is in a different position and fainter, and Valtu isn’t beside me in bed.
I raise my head, propping myself up on my elbows and see Valtu at his desk, his head down, intently flipping through the pages of the book.
I get out of bed, my legs sore from our earlier activity, and grab one of his shirts from the back of the loveseat, slipping it on and doing the middle button before walking over to him.
He hears me but he doesn’t turn around. I put my hands on his shoulders and he melts into my touch, ever so briefly, and it feels like a win.
“Any luck?” I ask, peering over his shoulder at the pages. I’m staring at a bunch of Latin and though I haven’t read Latin since I was Dahlia, it comes easy to me. “A spell to walk through walls,” I read out loud.
He turns his head slightly to glance up at me. “You can read Latin? Wait. Of course you can.” Then he shifts over in his seat, the chair moving out slightly and then pats his thigh.
I beam at him, feeling like I’ve crossed a new threshold yet again, and come around, sitting on his lap. He slips one arm around me and with the other sweeps my hair forward and plants a kiss on the nape of my neck.
“Good morning, by the way,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips warm, breath hot. I can’t help but shiver, though I’m trying to keep my attention focused on the book. “Or afternoon, I should say.”
“How long have you been awake?” I ask while trying to read over the spell. I want to walk through walls, too.
