“You can’t always take symbols at face value. And I know Fabien knows that, so when he first told you that, he was seeing it as part of a curse. Part of why you were feeling bad, then it probably just stuck since we kept feeling crappy when we were apart for too long.”
“There’s a lot to it, huh?” His brows pull together. “Magic, I mean.”
“Yeah,” she says as she smiles up at me. “I can teach you, if you want.”
I send her a flat look, which only makes her laugh.
“I don’t mean teach you how to do it,” she goes on with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, I can give you enough so you have an understanding about it… about me.”
That doesn’t sound too bad.
“I’d like that,” I tell her as I pull her closer and lean in to kiss her.
We wash as if we have all the time in the world, cleaning ourselves of the shit we went through and kissing to make things better.
It sounds stupid, but having her close heals me in a way I didn’t know I was broken.
Eventually, we’re clean, and her desperate breaths in my ear become too much.
She needs me.
It’s something I can give her right now. To let her know she has parts of me that I’ll never ask to have back.
“Please, Donovan,” she pleads, her doe eyes blinking up at me.
“Anything you need, My Beauty.”
I lift her up and press her back against the marble wall of the shower. Water rains down while steam surrounds us. She rocks her hips, her slick pussy sliding up and down my hard cock. She drags it out, rolling her hips slowly, torturing me.
I kiss her. And kiss her again. I can’t get enough of her.
I pull back just enough for my cock to notch right inside her pussy. I take my time filling her, stretching her to fit me, and savoring every little moan and gasp she sets free.
“Donovan,” she says on a breathy whisper, her nails digging into my back.
I want to consume every part of her and have her consume every part of me. I don’t give a shit if it sounds fucked up, it’s how I feel. It’s what she’s done to me, and I don’t even hate it.
I fuck her slowly, bringing her to the edge just to keep her dangling there. She’s clawing at me and kissing me hard. I know what she needs, but I’m not ready for it to be over.
I kiss every inch of her skin I can reach. She shakes in my hold, and I suck hard on her shoulder. Telling myself that she’s mine barely holds me together right now. I need to see it. I need her to know it. I can’t seem to stop myself.
“Come with me, Donovan,” she says.
For a second, I’m stunned at the authority in her tone. I honestly don’t know what to do with it. But when I pull back tolook at her, and I catch sight of her doe eyes blinking innocently at me, I fucking lose it.
If I ever wondered how Astra could handle my world, I don’t have to worry. She can roll with whatever life throws at her and come back swinging when she’s trying to protect people she cares about. She pushes me just enough to let me know she’s not someone who will be walked on.
And, fuck, if I don’t find it so incredibly sexy.
I love her, I know I do. I don’t doubt that for a second. But the thing that does surprise me is how I keep finding myself falling deeper for her.
“Now, Astra,” I say, digging my fingers into her ass as I fuck her hard.
She comes, holding onto me for dear life. I fuck her through her orgasm, and right before her body goes lax, I plant myself deep inside her and fill her with my cum.
Her eyes are closed, but the dreamy smile on her face is telling.
“Take me to bed,” she mumbles sleepily.
