It felt like electricity was pooling at my fingertips—like my entire being was buzzing with every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his fingers against my body.
I couldn’t contain my urge to grind up against him, so I rubbed myself against his thigh that had me propped up and groaned with pleasure.
Fuck. This felt so good.
Taking things slowly was probably wise, but I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted him. I wanted to see and feel and kiss every single part of him.
I pulled my left hand out of his hair, trailed it down his chest and perfectly defined abs, and then gripped his hard length, causing him to inhale sharply.
“Lena—” he breathed, then devoured my mouth hungrily.
He was perfect, and the skin on him was so smooth.
I had never been so aroused. I hoped I knew what I was doing. I had never touched a man before, but I did what I thought would feel good for him. I began rotating my hand along his shaft, barely able to grip his size. His moans kept me sliding my pussy against his thigh harder and faster, the friction becoming unbearably pleasant.
He cupped my right breast with a firm grip and circled his thumb against the hardened peak as his lips trailed to my neck, kissing it desperately.
“Fuck, Quill—” I panted. I stroked him faster, and his deep growls against my neck were about to send me over the edge.
I want him in my mouth, inside of me. I never want this to end.
He slowed and began to pull away, and before I could protest, he lifted his hand to my cheek.
We breathed heavily as we stared into each other’s eyes. His pupils were dilated, his eyes half-lidded.
He is perfect. Beautiful. Kind. And heseesme…maybe not that I’m a Mage, but everything else about me. All the good. All the bad.
I ran my thumb against his lips.
And he still wants me despite it.
As he went in to kiss me again, a cracking sound came from beyond the grove of trees surrounding us. Quill quickly turned, immediately on alert. I knew better than not to trust his instincts, and the simple fact became clear.
We weren’t alone.
“What was that?” I whispered.
Quill released me and focused on scanning the forest.
“I’m going to get out. You stay in here for now, understand?” His voice was low, his words spoken in an icy tone I’d never heard from him before.
I nodded as he lifted himself out of the pond. I admired the view of him, just as beautiful as I imagined, but I couldn’t focus on it entirely as fear began to settle over me.
Who is here?
Quill quickly put on his undergarments and pants, not bothering with his shirt, as he unsheathed his sword.
We stayed frozen, scanning the forest, when we heard another crunch, absolutely confirming something was around us. A person? An animal?
Or, as Quill may be thinking, a witch?
“Lena, get out and get dressed. If someone appears, I want you to run.”
“But Quill, I can fight—”
“No,” he snapped. “If I tell you to run, you run.”
I hesitated, then moved to leave the pond when the crunching continued and got louder, freezing me in place.
