I close my eyes and lean down to rest my chin in her hair, breathing in the spiced but lightly floral scent of her shampoo. I want her, not just in my bed… I want her to be mine. To choose me and this—us. Fuck, I want it more than anything.
A soft moan pulls me from my thoughts and I move back to see her face, but she turns it into my chest and groans. I hesitate, not sure what to say or do. I don’t want to make anything worse, and I’m not sure how groggy she is from Seth’s forced sleep.
“Did… did that all really just happen?” Her voice sounds small and a little muffled against my chest, and the meekness in it is devastating.
My throat works for a moment before I respond, “Yes, my love.” I run my hands over her arms, pulling her into me ina fierce hug as I continue, “I want to comfort you… but I—I don’t know what to do. Please, tell me what you need from me. Anything, and I’ll do it.”
“This. You.” Trissa lifts her face to mine, her bright eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know this probably feels likewaytoo much emotional baggage on what’s essentially our first, kind of slutty date,” she winces before plowing on, “and I’m sorry for going so batty but if you could just… stay.” A tear breaks free from her eye and slides down her cheek.
I lift my hands to cup her face and swipe at the tears under her eyes. “There’s no place in the universe I’d rather be, love. I’m yours, baggage and all.”
Trissa gives me a watery smile and I lean in for a kiss, hesitating just before our lips touch, making it her choice. She sucks in a quick breath before capturing my lips, her arms sliding up to wrap around my neck and she pulls herself up to sit in my lap. I groan into her mouth as she wiggles her plump ass on my growing erection and deepens the kiss, her tongue stroking mine with a sense of urgency.
I know that we need to get out of this bed and talk about what this all means and how to keep Trissa safe… and maybe even whether or not she wants to finish the ritual, and what the answer to that might mean for us. I know all of that, really I do. But I also know that the past hour has drained her—and the knowledge of what her parents did took power from her. It made her feel helpless and unwanted. I know because I spent half a century stewing over betrayal and abandonment myself. If using me in this way helps her recharge and regain some of that sense of control, so be it, not that it’s really any kind of sacrifice on my part.
Trissa whimpers against my lips and lifts her hips, quickly reaching down to grab my now fully erect cock and lining it up with her opening. I run my hands up to cup her heavy breastsand let my thumbs lightly trace her nipples as she slides down onto my aching shaft.Bliss. Gods above, she feels amazing. She sets a slow, grinding pace. I draw in a breath through my teeth and moan as she undulates in my lap.
“That’s it, love. Use me. Take what you need.” My voice is a harsh whisper against her lips, and she shudders in response.
“Talk to me, Cian. Tell me you’re mine—tell me…” Her voices breaks and her pace falters for a moment. I give her breasts a gentle squeeze before letting them go and reaching down to cup her ass, guiding her hips back into rhythm.
“I am, Trissa. I’m yours.” She moans softly and leans forward, resting her head on my shoulder and gyrating in a circular motion.
My fingers tighten on her ass and I let out a low groan, her reaction to my words bringing me closer to release than even her tantalizing heat. “All of me belongs to you. Do you understand?”
She nods frantically, riding me with a desperation that cuts me to the core.
I hold back, trying to last for her as I mutter, “Whose cock are you riding, baby?”
She lifts her head to look me in the eyes, as if daring me to contradict her. “Mine.This ismycock.”
A hiss escapes me and I can feel my eyes roll back in my head, “Oh, fuck. Yours.” I’m desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, my cock pulsing painfully with the need to release. I unconsciously whine against the sensation.
I hear Trissa’s sharp intake of breath as she drinks in my reaction, “Such a g-good boy. You sound so hot when you w-whine. Do you want to come now?” Her words are breathless, and I can feel the light fluttering of her pussy around my cock.
“Chrissake, love.Please,” I beg. I’m too far gone to register any kind of embarrassment, and certainly too well fucked to care.
“Come for me, Cian. Fill me up with your cum, b-baby.Oh fuck!” Before she can even finish talking, I explode into her wet heat. My vision goes black and I clutch her tighter in my hands. She gasps at my punishing grip and squeezes my shaft with the throes of her own passionate release.
I open my eyes to watch her ride out the aftershocks, a cozy warmth filling my heart to bursting. I hesitate for only a moment before sliding my hands up her back and uttering, “I-I'm falling for you, Trissa.” It shouldn’t really be a huge revelation. I haven’t been very subtle about my feelings for her, but still… maybe I should have held off until things were a bit more settled. Trissa stills and opens her eyes, staring at me just long enough for doubt to start chasing away all the warm fuzziness in my chest. Fuck. I should have waited.
I shake my head and swallow, “I’m sorry, I—”
“I'm plummeting for you.”
My eyes meet hers and I laugh ruefully, a tear running down my cheek as the panic subsides.This is real.My chest feels tight with emotion and I grab her to me, pulling her into the circle of my arms and pressing her against my chest as best I can with our bodies still joined.
“Thank the gods.” I let out a rough breath and kiss the top of her head.
She laughs a little, and I can hear tears in her voice as she mumbles, “Cian?”
“Yes, love?”
“How do we make this permanent?”
“It already is. I told you, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
“No. I mean… I—if I’m a w-witch…” She swallows loudly, and my heart starts beating impossibly fast as she continues, “you said you needed a witch to finish the ritual. How do I do it? I-I want to do it, Cian.”
