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“Are you sure about this?” he asked, studying my face, searching for something beyond the confirmation I spoke.
He wanted to know that I would not have regret.
“I came,” I said. “And you did not have to call.”
He stared, then his eyes dropped to my lips, and he kissed me softly and lushly, letting his hips press into me before he rose onto all fours. As he shifted closer, I widened and lifted my hips. He drew the head of his cock along my entrance and slid inside.
I took a breath as he settled all the way in, and instead of moving, he lay against me.
“Last night,” he began, and I silenced him, fingers pressed to his mouth.
I did not wish him to speak ill of last night. I did not wish for him to regret it.
Last night was our beginning, and I did not wish to look at it with anything less than fondness, magic fueling our passion or not.
When I was sure he would be silent, I drew away. We stared at each other for a moment longer before Casamir’s lips fell to mine and he began to move. I moaned at the feel of him inside me, and his tongue dipped into my mouth, twisting with my own. He still tasted like me, and a powerful and warm feeling blossomed in my chest. I opened wider for him, lifted my hips higher to meet his thrusts.
Casamir pulled back, bracing his arms on either side of my head, and watched me with an intensity that made me feel raw and exposed, as though he could see my heart and how it beat hard for him.
He shifted to reach for my leg, which he cradled in the crook of his arm. A sound escaped my mouth at the pleasure of this new position, and I pressed my head into my pillow as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body. Casamir bent to kiss my neck and take the skin into his mouth, sucking hard.
I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, bracing behind his neck.
“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”
“More of what, sweet creature?” he asked.
I did not know, to be truthful, but I lifted my other leg and dug my heel into his ass, and my body moved against his, driving apart and ramming together, and there was nothing beyond this to focus on or to feel.
I pressed my palms against the headboard to keep my head from hitting it. Casamir seemed to notice because he placed his hands atop my head, and then he kissed me, moving harder, faster, deeper. Our bodies became damp and the air smelled thick with our sex, each of us on the cusp of erupting.
I felt my release in my bones and Casamir followed after, his arms shaking as he lowered himself to kiss me, his tongue stroking my mouth with a soft passion I felt deep in my gut. When he pulled away, I questioned who this man was who had made love to me so tenderly.
It left me feeling strange—changed.
There was a part of me that wanted to run from it, but I was still beneath Casamir and he had yet to leave my body. I could not deny that I liked it here.
He brushed my lips with the tip of his finger.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a quiet whisper.
“Yes,” I said, though my body still shook. “More than.”
He offered a ghost of a smile, as if he did not trust my words.
“Are you okay?” I asked in return.
He smiled a little more.
“Yes,” he said. “More than.”
He bent to kiss me, and I closed my eyes, expecting to feel his mouth on mine, but instead, he pressed his lips to my forehead and rolled off. I instantly felt cold without him and wanted to turn into his heat, but he left the bed entirely, stepping outside the curtains.
I considered asking him what he was doing, but I could hear water dripping into a basin and could guess. He returned only a few seconds later with a cloth in hand. He said nothing as he handed it to me and closed the curtains as I cleaned myself—first focusing on the blood that had since dried on my hands from the ax, then the rest.
“I’m…finished,” I said, feeling awkward when Casamir appeared and held out his hand to take the cloth. I hesitated.
“We have become too familiar with one another for this to be embarrassing.”
