A huge pink crackle of magic moves up my arms, and I freak out. I barely hear Valen’s whisper of “holy shit” before I’m sprinting out of the theater room and up to my room as fast as my legs will carry me. The more distance I put between us, the more the pressure in my chest decreases.
I make it up to my room and throw the door open. I take deep breaths to try and calm my magic down. I hear Valen’s footsteps just slightly over the pulse in my ears. I turn to shut my door, so that I can lock him out, but I’m too late. The door latch clicks shut behind him, and he walks tentatively towards me.
“Valen please,” I plead. “I don’t know what’s going on.” I put my arms up begging him with my words and body language, not to come any closer.
“Vinna it’s okay, I’m trying to help you. You just need to ground your magic."
He steps closer despite my protests, and another crackle of magic blinks up my body, lighting up the darkness in my room.
“You’re like a living plasma ball," Valen comments absently, as he watches magic flicker and flash across my skin like lightning.
Valen’s comment pulls me from my panic, and I almost chuckle. I do look like a plasma ball.
“This won’t hurt me Vinna, it’s okay," he assures me.
He runs his fingers through my hair and grips my nape. When his hand lands on the two lines of runes on the back of my neck, a rush of magic moves from me to him. I gasp at the feeling and the flashes of pink and orange magic that are streaking across my skin morph into a deep purple.
Whoa, my magic’s never been purple before. I stare transfixed as the violet streaks flicker up Valen’s arms and then sink into his skin. He closes his eyes and releases a deep moan.
“It’s hurting you," I accuse, and try to step out of his grasp.
Valen opens his eyes and pulls me even closer. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels fucking amazing.”
I barely have time to thinkwhat the hell,before Valen runs his fingers down the runes on the back of my neck. His touch sends a jolt of sensation and magic through me, and it snaps powerfully to my center. I moan and suddenly feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm.
“See, it doesn’t hurt."
“Are you grounding it? Will this stop soon?” I ask, feeling a lot less panicked and a lot more turned on.
“I can’t ground it. It’s not an overload of magic. It’s something else… your magic is doing something to mine," Valen confesses, and another erotic moan escapes his lips.
“That doesn’t sound good!” I squeak at him, but he laughs quietly.
“Ignore whatever it sounds like because itfeelsfucking incredible.”
His gaze traps mine, and he leans down. He waits a hair’s breadth away from me, silently asking me if what he’s doing is okay. I close the distance, and he hungrily kisses me. His lips on mine send another jolt of magic from me to him, and we both moan at the ecstasy it evokes.
It’s like I can feel him everywhere, his tongue against mine, his mouth, his body. I can’t feel where he begins, and I end. His kisses possess me, demanding ownership of my mouth and body and I gladly give it over to him. His lips break away from mine for less than a second, as I tug his shirt over his head. As soon as he’s clear of it, his lips crash back down to mine where they belong.
Valen nips at my bottom lip, and I moan into his mouth. I run my hands over the muscles of his arms and chest, everything defined and stone like under his soft golden skin.He feels incredible...he feels...like he’s mine.
I pause at the intense possession that’s coursing through me, but Valen’s hands slowly pull up the hem of my shirt, and suddenly that’s all I can focus on. I reach down to help him pull it off. My hair cascades down my naked back and Valen closes his eyes when he feels my bare breasts against his chest.
He kisses me again, and we move entangled to my bed. I scoot back to the center of the bed and streaks of moonlight shine through the windows to caress my skin. Valen takes in a deep breath and pauses to take me in.
“By the moon, you’re gorgeous.”
Valen’s eyes are filled with worship and hunger. He climbs over me, and I spread my legs in invitation. He settles his hips against mine and kisses me slowly and passionately. I can still taste his frenzied want, but this focused intensity is everything right now. He runs a hand up my side, and his thumb gently caresses the side of my breast.
His lips pull away from mine and move down my neck. His tongue finds the runes on my shoulder, and a new surge of magic jumps in from me to him. I’m gasping and grinding my hips against him wanting more.
He sucks my aching nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue against its hardness. I whimper and arch my back involuntarily, as my body responds shamelessly, demanding more. Valen’s mouth draws out the most incredible sensations, and he moves from one nipple to the other.
My fingers are tangled in his long, dark chocolate brown curls, and I tug lightly as I grind my clit against his hard-on. Valen releases my nipple with a final flick of his tongue and brings that incredible mouth back to mine. I mewl with need, but I pull his face away from mine.
“Valen you have no idea how much I hate saying this, but we can’t have sex tonight.”
I prepare to explain that all of us need to talk and discuss a lot of things before any of us take that step, but he makes the need to justify myself unnecessary.
