But a part of me also loved the thrill of it.
“Let them see what you do to me,” he said as his wings popped, curling around me, his hands on my hips. He flipped us, my back hitting the mattress with a thud, his wings shielding me from the shock. He moved like a shadow, smoothly and precisely as he positioned himself above me.
The light from the stained glass window in my room bathed him in color, all streaks of reds and oranges, greens and blues along his chiseled, bare chest. I knew under the surface his magic was brewing as well. Faint, rune-like symbols glowed beneath his skin. Poised over me in all his majestic glory, he looked every bit the magnificent creature he was, and like so many times over the course of these weeks, he took my breath away.
Bane knelt between my legs, working my panties off of my legs, over my ankles as he stared down at me with a look that made me melt like an ice cube on the sidewalk in the middle of a heat wave.
It was hard to believe it’d only been weeks ago when we were dancing around one another waiting for the other to run.
“Let them see how extraordinary you are,” he said as he slid his hands beneath my arse cheeks, hoisting me up off of the bed like I weighed practically nothing.
“Bane...” My voice was already cracking as desire flooded me, anticipation building within me like a cyclone.
Somewhere deep in our souls, past the point of no return, we both shared the same desire.
To be wanted, to be understood.
To be seen.
A sound echoed in the distance, but I didn’t have time to think about much as the onslaught of Bane’s tongue against me pulled all my focus.
My world had gone topsy-turvy in a matter of weeks, and though I knew in my heart it was speeding toward its final destination, I still felt rather... restless.
Bane trailed his sinful mouth over my hot center, his teeth nibbling and sucking on my clit, driving me to spasms.
I reached my hand out, grasping a fistful of pillow beside me as he slid his palms up my thighs, his hands supporting my arse in the air as he slowly, torturously, worked his tongue inside me. My head swam as his magic sunk itself into my skin, little pricks of fire, catching and spreading within my blood like the wild beast it truly was.
Resistance was futile as I felt the now familiar feeling culminating in my core, my breath catching, my heart racing.
For a moment, I almost forgot about everything else.
For the moment, there was only this, us.
The magic of love and lust, dancing together, casting a spell over us both.
My orgasm hit its crescendo without warning, my body locking up once more as my vision went white, and the visions I’d been having took hold.
Of a dark, enchanted forest.
Of Bane standing before me, in his gray-skinned, bat-winged glory.
Of us dancing together under the light of the moon.
It was all quite romantic, majestic, and dare I say fantastical.
The sound of the door creaking made me freeze.
Bane ceased his ministrations, softly setting me down on the bed as I tried to catch my breath.
I watched as he rose, adjusting himself and his noticeable monster dick.
I’d come to learn in the past weeks that while Bane could appear human, it took great concentration to control his illusions when he was in the throws of passion. Exhaustion hit me, and suddenly sleep sounded like a really good idea.
So I curled closer to my pillow, Bane’s voice soothing to my ears.
“Feel better now?” he asked, his voice carrying the hint of sarcasm I had come to like so much.
Bane may have been short with others, simple, even.
