I have to stop and blink hard, waiting for my heart to slow before I can go on.
“My mother looked up and saw me. She shook her head, and I saw her lips move—‘no, Dan, run!’—but I couldn’t leave them. Then the witch saw me.”
I look up, keeping my eyes on the wall across from me as my body tightens up with rage.
“She ran. I ran after her. I could hear my family screaming as the magic slowly strangled them. I thought if I killed the witch, I’d save them. The magic would stop. We made it out into the yard, and she turned to throw the same dark energy at me. I could feel it choking the life out of me, and I thought, that’s okay. I’ll go down with my family, and there’s no shame in that. I tried.”
The face of the sorcerer, so full of malice, rises in my mind, but she doesn’t look as scary as she used to. I look back at Grace, feeling stronger now.
“Suddenly, wolves were everywhere. They just appeared. Leaping at her, throwing her to the ground, and ripping her to pieces. Four units of Wolf’s Shadow descended upon my house. They’d been tracking her, not far behind, desperate to catch her before she killed again.”
I look up at the roof, taking a deep breath and swallowing my grief.
“Medics picked me up and comforted me. I’d never felt so safe. I tried to get back inside, but they stopped me. One of the soldiers staggered out, saying he’d never seen anything as bad as that. They took me back to base. I had no other family, so… I just stayed.”
“Oh, Dan,” Grace says, brushing my hair off my cheek. “I’m so, so sorry. I understand now. You know that it’s only very rarely that magic is used to hurt others, right?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t know that. My unit worked specifically on magic workers for years. The first time I saw good witches was here.”
“Dan,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t have any words for this. I just need you to know I’ve never harmed anyone with my magic. Neither has any other witch I’ve ever known.”
Her line strikes me as odd because I didn’t think she knew other witches, but I’m too distraught and just let it go.
“That’s why I can’t trust magic,” I say. “And why I’ve been afraid. But tonight, I realized there’s something that scares me even more.”
“What is it?” she asks, brushing back my hair from my forehead.
“Losing you,” I choke out. “I was so scared of the magic, but that night with you, it—it was amazing.”
I shake my head, reaching out to take her face in my hands.
“I thought I had to stay away, to protect myself. But now I realize I almost lost what I care about the most.”
Her face softens, and I lean forward, kissing her gently. She kisses me back, and I can feel heat building as I run my hands across her shoulders and down her arms.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Make love to me.”
Her soft words pour heat into my veins, and tension streaks through my muscles as my hands tighten on her wrists, pinning her arms behind her. Grace sighs, relaxing in my grip and pushing her chest forward as I trap her underneath me.
Keeping her hands pinned, I immerse myself in her scent, almost touching her skin as I breathe across her neck and down towards her breasts. I can feel the heat rising from her skin and sense lust rising in her as she writhes under me.
As I reach her chest, the thick, sweet smell overpowers me, like standing under a hedge of honeysuckle in full bloom. My head spins, and a wave of dizziness forces me to loosen my grip on her. I run out of room on the couch at the same time, sliding to the floor onto my knees.
Grace tries to get her arms back under her and flexes, her body laid out before me like a feast. With a low growl, I reach up and grab her breasts with both hands, kneading them and enjoying the feel of the fabric grazing her soft skin. Grace moans, relaxing under me.
I gently run my hands across the neckline of her dress, teasing her and myself, before I grab the edges and tear it in half. Grace lets out a sharp, short cry that spirals into a long moan as I pounce on her, wrapping my arms around her and crushing her against me as my mouth devours her breasts.
She goes almost completely limp in my arms, whimpering softly as I change the pressure, slowing down to make long, slow spirals across her skin, teasing around her nipples and leaving soft kisses. I flick the tip of my tongue against the stiff peaks, enjoying the goosebumps that flash across her skin as I tease her.
She writhes under me, short, high moans bursting from her lips, and I run my hand up her side, tracing her ribs before squeezing her breast, hard, and clamping on to the other breast with my mouth and roughly sucking on the nipple, teasing with my teeth. Grace bucks under me, gasping and grabbing the back of my head to urge me on.
I want to tease her more, but the intensity of the moment and her responses are sending waves of lust through me that erode all self-control. I lean back and look at her again, her beautiful body sheened in sweat, the ruined gown open down the front, showing off her big, firm breasts but almost modestly covering her from the waist down.
She tilts her head, looking up at me, the silver lights in her eyes shining against dark gray, like clouds seething with summer lightning. Her hair is fanned out around her head like a golden halo, and her beautiful, dark red lips curve in a mischievous smile.
While I watch, she runs her hand lightly down her chest, across her belly, then under the edge of the gown where it onlyjust hides her pussy from view. She bites her lip a little, teasing me as she fingers herself.
For a moment, the lust raging through me leaves me completely paralyzed. My cock is so huge and hard, it’s almost the only part of my body I can feel. My eyes are fixed on where her hand moves under the dress, my mouth watering as I think about what she’s doing.
