Page 25 of Monster’s Magic


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“Fuck yes,” I answer back. I can feel my magic building in my body. I’m not sure what’s about to happen, but I’m letting nature do what it does best.

He plunges harder, deeper with each driving force and I can feel the vibrations in my body as soft hums in my ears.

Shayde mouths something inaudible but I watch his lips move and try to make out the words.

“What,” I ask, then close my eyes. “Faster. Fucking hell, harder!”

And he delivers.

Holy fuck.

The man thrusts against my body, the impact causing us to move across the ground.

“My back will hurt in the morning,” I muse.

“I’ll heal you,” he whispers in my ear, then nibbles on my lobe. He then nips on my neck and the shiver it sends through my body intermingles with the orgasm building.

The magic in my body culminates and everything at once releases. My back arches once more and my mouth opens as I gasp. I feel the magic around me, all at once touching my skin, caressing me.

“What’s happening,” Shayde asks.

“My magic,” is all I can muster. I open my eyes and I see them. Clusters of spirits floating around us, dancing in the air as orbs in the darkened night. Hues of pinks, purples, blues, silvers, and gold gleam through the air.

Shayde lifts head and does a double take. “Did you raise spirits? We’re being watched?” He lowers his gaze to mine.

I smile with a nod. “Not intentionally, but yes, I did. And yes, they’re watching us. I can send them away if you —”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he challenges with a growl. “Let them watch while I fucking make you mine.”

In this hidden sanctuary, we discover a profound connection with each other I never would have considered. With each passionate embrace, we shed our fears and insecurities, giving in to the unadulterated bliss that belonged to us alone.

The forest whispers its secrets as the night wears on, witnessing this moment in its purest form. And in this enchanted moment, we are consumed by a union that transcends the physical realm. Our bodies move as one, our souls entwine in a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability.

The forest stands witness to our passion, its ancient trees offering shelter and protection, as if recognizing the sacredness of our connection, as do the spirits above us. Not a single sound disrupts the stillness; the world outside this hidden sanctuary seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us locked in a dance of desire.

My heart races, my breath mingling with the cool night air as Shayde’s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Each touch, each whispered word of devotion, carries the weight of years of longing, of dreams unfulfilled until this very moment.

As the night wears on, our passion intensifies, reaching dizzying heights. Waves of ecstasy crash over us, our cries of pleasure blending with the rustling leaves and the symphony of the nocturnal creatures.

Finally, as our bodies quiver with our shared climax, we collapse against each other, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. Shayde holds me close, his heartbeat echoing in my ear, a lullaby of contentment.

In that moment, our eyes meet, and I know that this clandestine encounter has forever altered our lives. The angst that had tormented me is replaced by a newfound understanding, a bond that transcends the boundaries of our individual worlds.

As we lay entwined beneath the moonlit canopy, basking in the afterglow of sex, a sense of peace settles upon me… us. The forest whispers its secrets, promising to keep our love hidden, known only to the trees and the stars above.

And in the embrace of this mystical solitude, we found solace, our union a testament to the power of desire, of longing, and of the unyielding strength of love that can bloom even in the darkest corners of existence.

CHAPTER8

A few dayshave passed since my night with Shayde. We’ve shared private glances and when walking alone, he would pull me into darkened corridors, stealing a kiss or two.

I could feel the joy, the smile on my face. It’s the first time since my parents died I’ve felt this elated. I wish I could bottle this emotion to take any moment I needed when I felt down. I could make millions on this idea.

Sitting on my bed in the dorm room, I should be studying but I can’t stop thinking abouthim.

The sound of paper sliding on the floor catches my attention. I glance down and find parchment folded with a wax seal stamped on it.

Odd.

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