The memory of his hardness pitching a sizeable tent in said pants surfaced along with the tingling in my damn loins as the memory of the sensation, the defined solidness rubbing against my sensitive, soaked mound, pushed forth, and I had to stifle a moan.
What is happening to me?
Is it some sort of spell?
Did walking onto this damn island unlock some chastity curse?
Because I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want the dark angel standing in front of me.
Perhaps Norman and Wanda were right, perhaps this man was a murderer.
A murderer of my panties, apparently.
My mouth gaped as reality dawned on me.
Norman and Wanda! We’d just...
“Norman and Wanda...” I said, dumbfounded.
I’d been so caught up in Bane, in the power, and the truth of my origins... I hadn’t even thought about the seductive pair who’d brought me to the realm in the first place.
What the hell, Vi? Since when did you become so focused on sexy brooding beasts that you forgot about your friends?
Although, I wasn’t entirely sure I could call Norman and Wanda friends yet, it didn’t look good that I’d practically abandoned them in search of adventure.
And I’d gotten one all right.
I didn’t miss the way Bane’s expression shifted from endearing to apathetic.
“They are fine, I assure you,” he said as he brushed past me, holding the cell door open. I looked at him, at the doorway, a part of me understanding that once I stepped out of this dungeon, nothing would be the same.
And that both terrified me and excited me all the same.
I’d been bitten by the spark.
I was a faerie, and somehow I’d lost my way from where I came from.
My mother, the woman who loved me, cherished me... the woman I buried... she wasn’t my mother, and I had the sneaky feeling my father wasn’t my biological father, either.
On the other side of that door, there was so much uncertainty.
And I’d always been a person who relished the concrete, solid facts of life, because I valued control... because I constantly felt like my chaotic magic was running the show instead of me.
My magic thrummed like a theremin, quiet and beautiful beneath my skin, and though I knew I should feel frightened of the unknown, of the chaos that would inevitably ensue as I walked this yellow brick road... I didn’t want to go back to the way things were.
I didn’t want to be the scared or anxious girl who made herself small because she was threatened of her own size.
I wanted more of the feeling, the absolutepowerI’d felt when Bane touched me.
The drive, the hunger, the desire.
The fire.
Like the world was my oyster, and I could do anything, be anything I wanted... the sky was the limit. All I had to do was believe it.
Then... the moment I orgasmed, I thought I might truly expire.
So that’s what I’ve been missing.
