His pace remained steady, pushing further inside her every few thrusts, pushing against her core. She only had half of him, and she was whimpering beneath him. Shaking. Doused in the exhilarating and euphoric feeling that he was inside of her. Tears formed in her eyes.
Mal’s head cocked to one side. “Maeve,” he said softly.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m more than fine. I-I-just. . .” Her fingers traced up his stomach.
Mal hushed her tenderly. “You don’t have to explain, Little Viper.”
Maeve spoke before she could stop herself. “It feels like I have known you for a lifetime, and I am only just remembering.”
Delight flickered in his eyes. “I know.”
Mal continued to push and pull inside her tenderly. A tear slipped down Maeve’s cheek as she smiled.
“It’s as though I’ve been suffocating and you are-”
“The very air I need to breathe.”
Maeve nodded and a small laugh of relief escaped her lips. “Like calls to like.”
Those powerful words caused his pace to quicken. And he stopped himself. He rested his head against her shoulder. He released a long and controlled breath. Her fingers moved across his back, running down the dip of his spine.
Mal’s back arched as he pressed deeper into her.
He lifted himself back up. His arms braced on either side of her. Shadows dipped into the muscles of his arms. A crescent moon shape on his bicep. A system of rivers running down his forearms as his flexed veins.
“I want all of me inside you,” he said with a quiet desperation.
Maeve could form no response other than a broken, “please.”
In one swift movement he plunged into her fully. Maeve latched onto his back as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Mal moved faster, pumping in and out of her with his full length.
His hands moved to her waist as he held her in place. His eyes closed. He stilled. His skin was paler than she’d ever seen it.
“You’ve lost too much blood, Mal,” said Maeve. “You need to finish the spell.”
His eyes opened, and he nodded.
He held her firmly and thrust fully into her. Her hands dropped above her head as she tried to keep her eyes open.
“Hoc aliquid do,” said Mal, his voice dark and low.
He thrust into her again. Mal’s head fell backwards towards the ceiling as his grip on her tightened. He repeated the words a second time. The room shifted. Shadows along the walls grew. The candlelights flickered.
He looked down at her, his eyes hazy and hooded.
“I want you to go over the edge with me,” he said, his movements slowing.
Maeve reached up and stroked his face, brushing his hair back. “There isn’t time, my Prince.”
Frustration shot across his exhausted face. The spell was taking its toll on him as it neared completion.
Maeve reached down and her fingers grazed against his exposed shaft. He stiffened against her touch. She tugged on him, bringing him further.
“I want you to find release,” she whispered up at him. “And I want it all inside of me.”
His cock twitched, and his thrusts resumed. A low moan began building deep in his chest.
She laid back down. Mal fell into her chest as he expanded her further. Her knees pulled back. His breath panted into her neck as that moan turned into a whimper. His hands lifted her arched back slightly off the bed, wrapping around her fully. She twisted her fingers through his hair, their cheeks pressing together.
