Another scream of ecstasy tore from Rune, and my cock ached from the sound.
Why was she affecting me like this?
I needed to invest in some fucking noise-cancelling headphones for supernaturals.
zuko
. . .
I couldn’t get enoughof Rune last night, even after I woke her up twice to continue giving her orgasms. The feeling remained the same this morning.
The ends of her hair glowed faintly in the dark room like a green-colored wild brushfire in the dead of night. Her hair had fallen out of the tie sometime last night. The strands flared out in every direction, some sticking to her cheek, others curling over her shoulder and some over her pretty boobs.
I’d reached out earlier and moved her hair from her body, and she’d mumbled something incoherent before whipping her head the other way, smacking me in the face with some of it.
She was beautiful, though. Ridiculously so.
Her lips parted just slightly, lashes resting against her cheeks. The soft glow of her hair made her look like the Fates embodied…well, if the Fates thrashed like they were wrestling invisible enemies.
Every time I tried to pull her in to cuddle, she rolled the other way. Every time I gave her space, she sprawled over me, her limbs tangling with mine, and her toes digging into my calf.
At one point, she had an arm around my throat and one knee pressing into my cock.
It was hot as fuck.
Every wild toss and turn just made me sink deeper into the fact that she was mine. Even when she kicked the blanket off me for the fifth time.
“Wake up, pretty little poison. We need to get ready for class,” I spoke into her ear loudly.
She jolted before opening her pretty golden eyes and staying sprawled on her back. “Make me.”
“Make you?” I chuckled and pressed my lips to her shoulder, moving my fingers between her legs.
She gasped, spreading her legs for me. “Zuko, please fuck me.”
“Ah, but your name isn’t on my dick yet.” I pulled back and got to my feet, tugging my boxers on and grabbing my suit and hers. “Let’s go take a shower before everyone else wakes up.”
She huffed, her lips pouty as she got up.
My eyes were glued to her perfect body as she grabbed one of my shirts from my drawers and pulled it over herself.
We made it into the bathroom without issue, locking it behind us.
White marble walls veined with shimmering gold caught the light from the crystal sconces. Every surface hummed faintly with wards. They were self-cleaning, temperature-regulating, and held enchantments to prevent accidental flooding.
It was interesting how many things runes could do.
I loved the shower here. It was a circular platform of black stone that sat in the center of the room, runes carved along its edge in delicate spirals. With a single slide of my finger on the red and blue crystal on the top of one of the dark stones, hot water cascaded from the air itself, falling in perfect sheets. The steam carried hints of jasmine, eucalyptus, and somethingsharper, probably an old magic meant to cleanse your aura. Beneath the falling water, the runes lit up faintly in response to the bather’s needs, adjusting the pressure and temperature to match their exact preference.
It was really fucking cool. I needed one at home.
She tugged my shirt off and tossed it onto the warm marble before stepping in. “Not coming?” she asked in a voice that made my cock painfully hard, but I had to put her name on it before it seared inside of her.
It would be the ultimate fucking, and I wasn’t going to mess up our first time.
“And miss a shower with you?” Stepping out of my boxers, I got in with her. The water was hot, almost scalding, as it raced down my spine in rivulets. “Never happening.”
The steam curled around us in lazy spirals, clinging to her skin, making her glisten.
