“Aerolus? Are you okay?” Cadmus asked.
I felt alive, deliriously happy, surrounded by brotherly affection. I swore I felt Darius’ joy as well, that we’d all survived. Despite being home in Tanselm, he’d know how close to death we had been.
I turned to Cadmus with a smile. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter 39
Tessa
I smiled when I felt Marcus’ strong hands on my thighs. He smelled like rain, a wild magic that fit me as if made for me.
With a sigh of pleasure, I used his telekinesis to pull him closer.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured and kissed me.
I kissed him back and opened my eyes, and the memories returned.
He pulled back to look down at me, his gaze deep and loving.
“Marcus.” I hugged him tightly to me, not wanting to ever let go. I didn’t even notice my tears until he wiped them away.
“Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. We’re alive and we’re together.”
And that’s all I needed to know. I didn’t care if it was a dream or real. Right now, I needed Marcus. My prince.
He kissed me again, and I felt the change, from comforting to carnal, a feeling I welcomed all too readily.
I spread my legs wide and sighed his name when his hands found me, wet and ready to receive him.
One finger penetrated while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I writhed under him, needing more. He murmured my name and closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking me into a mass of need.
I arched up with a moan, completely at his mercy.
“Yes, sertia, more,” he rasped and added another finger, widening me.
I had no idea I’d been so pent up, but he turned his attention to my other nipple and pumped his fingers in and out of me faster, harder. And I came.
So hard, I couldn’t stop, the ecstasy cresting like a tender wave, cradling with so much pleasure as I rode his hand.
Marcus groaned and kissed me again, this time stroking his way from my chest up to my neck, then my mouth.
He was hot and hard against me, and I needed more. For us to be one.
But Marcus refused to be rushed. He kept kissing me, making love to my mouth and caressing me everywhere, until he’d built my need once more. I tried to grab his ass to move him, but he wouldn’t let me touch him, pinning my arms above my head.
“If you touch me now, I’ll lose it,” he warned. “I want this to last. I want to watch you come around me when I spill inside you. I need to see your eyes when we’re joined.” His blue eyes deepened to black.
“I love you, Marcus,” I whispered before we kissed.
He let go of my hands with his own but kept mine in place with his mind. His tongue kept stroking, seeking and sliding along my body with his own persuasive magic.
I ground up against him, scraping the hardened peaks of my nipples against his chest.
“Tessa, you’re killing me,” he groaned and reached between us to position his cock on my clit. He rotated the head of his shaft, applying pressure, sliding close but never close enough to allow penetration.
Not wanting another orgasm without him, I took charge. I battled and assumed control of the kiss, pulling and pushing at his tongue until he was panting and thrusting against my clit in time with my mouth’s rhythm.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, putting him in the perfect position to take me.
