And now there was this.
Him.
My pulse pounded in my ears.
A warmth that wasn’t temperature-induced in the least beset me.
I blinked, then stared out at him, deep into his eyes, and I realized it wasn’t just shock delaying me offering an outward reaction.
It was me yearning to capture this moment forevermore.
To never ever let it go.
“You came into my life at a time when I was heartbroken, shattered, and on the verge of withdrawing entirely,” he told me softly. “And you breathed something back into me. You saw me and you worshipped that—the good and the bad, the levity and the intensity. You pulled me back from the edge. You showed meso much care.” He smiled. “You kept me in the light when I was headed for the shadows.”
I swallowed thickly, my words coming out hoarsely, “You pulled me from the shadows I’d already been in for too long.” I stroked his nape. “Nobody’s ever cared for me without agendas before.” Emotion flooded me and bled into him. “Nobody has everlovedme. You gave me more than you’ll ever know.” He turned into my touch. “I love you, too. So very much. So very deeply.”
His eyes shone and he let out a stuttering breath.
And then it all took me over, and the next thing I knew, I had my citrine magic enveloping us, casting a glamor around us, then speeding us deep into the forest at the edge of campus.
I pushed my body into his, backing him against a formidable oak tree.
“Little death,”I breathed into his ear.
That softness in his eyes gave way to that mischievous glint the moment I flicked open his jeans with my magic. He had me smirking, that filthy look infecting me and spurring me on, which skyrocketed when he growled, “Mmm… yeah, I need to feel your hand around my cock. Fucking now.”
I wrapped my fingers around his thickening length and pulled him free. “Already weeping for me.”
“From the moment you slammed me up against this tree.”
Hmm.This was Winter. He liked to be the one dealing out the roughness for the most part. So it wasn’t about that, then. Highly unlikely, at least.
“You want me all over you? Consuming you?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
His amber magic sparked and he didn’t just open my pants, he dematerialized them and my boxer briefs in one go.
“Oops,” he said, chuckling.
Considering the supreme control he had of his necromantic side now, it showed just how much my love confession to him had impacted him—how much it meant to him.
He was panting with it, and I’d barely touched him yet, so it wasn’t the physicality alone.
I stroked his nape with my free hand, while I drew my thumb around his crown with my other, gathering his precum and glazing it down his thick shaft. “I’m here with you. Fully here with you.”
His mouth crashed down on mine and he kissed me voraciously.
I rose to it, tongues swirling, teeth even gnashing.
I jerked his cock harder, faster, rougher, then shoved my groin against him.
“Fuck,” he grunted against my lips, before chasing them again and utterly devouring them.
And then he spun us and crowded me against the tree, his big, muscular body looming over mine in the most tantalizing way imaginable. It was pure wanton and all-consuming need rolling off him, the desire to be consumed not just physically but emotionally, to be held so fully and deeply.
I fell into it with him, lashing my forked tongue over his jaw, his throat, trailing up to his ear, then nipping at the lobe, back down his throat.
