Probably did things with her I never heard of because I’m just a girl who is way out of her freaking league on this.
I tried to shove the image of Bane with his tongue down Wanda’s throat out of my mind. I hurried toward class, when I suddenly realized I’d bypassed the classrooms and found myself in front of the entryway I’d come out of last night.
I knew I should turn around, and go back the other way. To class, like a good student. A good girl.
Sometimes it’s nice to forget the strain of life.
Bane’s words echoed in my brain, and I didn’t think twice. I called my magic and for the first time, it listened.
Sparks flew at my fingertips as I waved my hand over the seeming unsuspected wall as I had watched Bane do, and it opened.
Easy peasy.
I slid through, making my way down the corridor to the dungeons below, in search of solace, a place to forget.
It didn’t take me long to find the room this time, the one with the velvet couch and the mirror. The blanket we’d used still draped over the side was like a balm to my soul. I set my books down on the ground, crawling onto the couch as I wrapped it around me.
I breathed in the scent of burning fire, of Bane.
I closed my eyes, imaging he was here with me, instead of this soft, warm blanket. That I was curled against his warm chest, wrapped in his wings.
How could I have been so stupid?
Of course he’d been with others, he’s agancanaghfor goodness sake. He’s probably been with hundreds of individuals.
Individuals who looked like Wanda, tall, beautiful, and who probably knew their way around a dick.
To think Bane could ever want someone like me was insanity.
Especially given the fact we barely knew each other.
So what did it matter?
Why did I care who or what Bane did?
Because you know he wants more.
I let my mind wander back to the previous day.
How sincere and protective he’d been of me against Wanda and Norman from the start.
It made sense, now. He knew what they were capable of, and he’d tried to warn me. But I’d gone off with them because I saw the best in people, never once considering that someone who could be kind to me would actually mean me harm.
I was such a fool.
My magic hummed as I let myself remember the feel of his wings, of his skin.
His fingers in my hair, his breath against my neck.
His solid cock against my heated entrance.
My body heated in the space like a sauna, and my insides twisted, my loins throbbing, aching to be filled from the memory alone. A part of me felt safer here than anywhere else, even though I knew there was potential someone could find me.
But maybe I wanted to be found, by someone in particular. Maybe I wanted him to waltz in through this dungeon and tell me I was crazy. That it didn’t matter who he had before, or what he had done.
That all he wanted now wasme.
I slid my hand up my inner thigh, my fingers finding the edge of my panties. I let out a shaky breath as I let my memories and fantasy take flight.
