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The world could become a sea of fire around him, and he’d remain here, with her.
Oye, her skin sliding along his beckoned him to come closer. The liquid hold she had of him, caused him to clench his teeth as he rutted into her body. Grinding into her like stone into mortar. Time seemingly slowed as he drew his tongue along her throat tasting her essence. The scent of their magic rained down all around them as he heard the creak and pop of their shared element shattering and breaking.
The long lamps, twisting as much as their sheets.
“Hah,” his words had ended. And now there were only two beings locked in a battle for pleasure and need.
How many times had he felt her clench around him?
How many times had her nails bit into his skin like short blades, cutting her name into his skin? The rhythm of their hips rocking against one another would never get old, the hug of her arms and pressure of her chest against his, would never be enough.
He wanted to sink into her and be cursed.
Oye’s body was a curse, her eyes telling him he was hers. Her lips took his possessively.
He’d once thought of fucking as fun, and easy.
With this goddess in his arms, he felt his soul had been enlightened. There was nothing she hid from him, her magic flickering and burning against his skin akin to a flame. He moaned into her mouth, as he lessened his control on his aura their bodies grew light as they floated up the movements, losing reason, and reality shifted, and the rules of universe bent for them.
He felt his back tighten, as the gift of his familiar was exposed, heavy metallic wings exploded out of him.
“Wings?” She breathed, her hands brushing up his back, her bleary eyes focused on him. “You have wings.”
Her voice came out breathless with surprise.
He smirked, leaning down he let his lips hover over hers, “And only you will ever see them,” with that he captured her lips once again.
Before finally his hunger reached a fever pitch, his hips pounded into hers until her cries became whimpers, and for the sixth time, she tightened all around him, and he hit home. His back snapping, he opened his mouth in silent roar as he filled her over and over with his wishes and dreams. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, wanting her to take every drop of his demands and promises.
With a gasp, he fell forward onto her chest as they landed back onto the bed with a heavy thump. The two of them just breathed in and out, and soon they both drifted off to sleep.
MORNING AFTER
OYE
Oye knew how to handle the day after fire sex.
Usually she’d get up first, and take a shower and get her shit together before letting the man know she was leaving and that it had been a one-night deal. She wasn’t used to awakening to her breast being massaged and her well used kitty cat being stroked. She couldn’t help purring, naturally opening her legs to welcome whoever was teasing her with their little flicks against her swollen nub. She sighed in disappointment when they pulled their hands away, her eyes cracking open to stare into ocean-colored eyes.
“Tease.” She grumbled.
He clicked his tongue, as he moved, “Now, I wouldn’t like having it said that I, Lancelot Napier, never answered a woman’s full desires.”
“Wha—agh.” Oye cried out in surprise when she was suddenly swept up, her arms immediately coming to wrap around his shoulders. “Castian.”
He laughed; she glared up at him. “Didn’t we talk about this?”
He gave her a mock, playful look. “Did we?”
She rolled her eyes, settling her chin against his shoulder. The man looked way too pleased with himself. “Forget it, where are you taking me?”
“It’s a secret,” he said with a mischievous look. “Just relax, and enjoy it.”
She eyed him with suspicion. “I don’t think you know what it sounds like, when someone like you says that.”
He shrugged, carrying her to their bathroom with a quick kick to the door to open it, he gave a slight hop causing her to tighten her arms. “Ah, Castian.”
He laughed, irritated, she slapped his shoulders before finally seeing what he’d done. Her brows quirked as she released a low whistle. “Okay, you might know a thing or two, about witches," she said, taking in the large claw bath that she was ninety-nine percent sure hadn’t been there before. “I approve.”
