My gut tells me we won’t find anything. She’s given up on the incantation section and moved on to medical papers, but for some reason she’s convinced our problems have nothing to do with fae, despite that being the only thing that makes sense to me. There’s clearly some kind of magic involved, and the only magic outside of incanting is fae magic.
But every time I suggest it, she brushes the notion aside, claiming it’s impossible. Who am I to argue? She’s a model student, and I’m seconds away from failing out. So we stick to topics she thinks will have better leads, since we have little enough time for research as is.
True to his word, Reid’s been bringing Ellie to see me almost every day, but it hasn’t been easy on him. Despite promising he’d bring her to me at lunch the day after the ball, I had no reason to go to the dining hall—no money, no food. Instead, I made the unfortunate decision to head home, where my mother bombarded me with questions about why I never returned the night before.
When I couldn’t remember anything about my whereabouts, she ended up convincing me I’d blacked out somewhere from too much long leaf, at least until Reid showed up at my door with Ellie after dinner. We haven’t spent an entire night together since, because the last thing I need is to spend our time apart worrying I’m overdoing the leaf.
If anyone’s suffering from addiction, it’s Ellie. Our night together has transformed her into a queen with an unquenchable thirst for my body as tribute. I love it—watching her conquer her vulnerabilities as she claims her pleasure is the most satisfying thing in the world. It’s amazing we’ve been in the library as long as we have; I half expected her to drag me into a closet and have her way with me. But she gets kind of loud, and libraries are supposed to be quiet, so maybe that’s why she didn’t.
Sure enough, seconds after she flips her latest book closed, she meets my gaze. Her eyes sparkle, telling me she’s tired of research and wants to move on to something more stimulating.
The instant we get to her room, she shoves me onto her bed, my head snapping forward as my back bangs against the wall.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.” Her voice is breathless as she strips her top off.
“Doesn’t seem like you are.” I catch her with my hands on her sides as she mounts me, completely naked, holding her back from whatever she had planned next. “Slow down, Ellie. Give me a chance to worship you.”
Her lips quirk into a dimpled smile as I bring my hands to her breasts, the perfect weight against my palms, and pull one to my mouth as I knead the other. I tease her nipple with my teeth, exactly how she likes, and she lets out a moan that has me hard against my pants.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “Come for me.”
She grinds against my cock, and my groan ends up muffled by her chest. I’ve gotten her there before, just like this, and it’s so fucking worth it. Her eyelids fluttering, her lips parting with gasps and moans as the tension builds within her…
Her voice carries louder and louder until I can’t bear it anymore. My pants are drenched from how wet she is, and I’m gonna burst inside them if this goes on any longer.
“Pants,” I gasp. “Now.”
Ellie presses her hands against my shoulders, pushing my back against the wall as she lifts herself up, and her lavender scent fills my lungs as her hair falls around me. I pull myself free, my cock pressing hard against her pussy.
She lets out a guttural moan as she slowly slides down, stretching around me—so warm and so,sowet.
“Fuck… that’s good,” I groan.
Her head tilts back as she slides up and down my shaft, excruciatingly slowly. My vision blurs at the edges as her back arches, my name rolling off her lips between her gasping breaths.
I slide my hands along her perfectly smooth skin until they reach her hips, then wrap my fingers tight around her, pulling her down to meet a balls-deep thrust. She cries out, the timbre of her voice almost enough to send me over the edge.
Our pleasure pulses through me, our bodies in sync, her voice ringing wildly through the air as she reaches the crest of her orgasm. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her body spasms and bucks, and I force her downward one last time. A throaty grunt bursts out of me with sweet release as my entire body shudders, emptying everything within her. Ellie’s muscles clench around me, her final cry hanging in the air before she collapses.
I slump against the wall, panting. “That was… incredible.”
It takes a few seconds for her eyes to focus on me, and a satisfied smile tugs at her lips between her breaths. She nods as she melts against me, her soft hair tickling my cheek as she keeps me buried within her. In some ways, this is better than sex—our bodies merging, hearts beating as one.
I caress her back with my fingers, my eyes sinking shut as her warmth presses into me. I wish this could last forever.
After a few minutes soaking in our love, breathing her breaths, my stomach rumbles and thoughts start dribbling through my mind. The dining hall will open for dinner soon, and knowing Ellie, she’ll want to head over for something to eat, then come back here for another round.
I can’t believe I’m saying it, but she’s a little too focused on this side of our relationship now. She spends so much time with me that I don’t see how she’s keeping up on her studies, and if she falls behind, I’m sure her father will hear about it. Considering the whole reason she wants to keep our memory condition a secret is to avoid his intrusion in her life, it’d be ironic if it happened anyway because she was too busy fucking me to study.
And it’s eating into our time to figure the whole thing out.
I should take her on a proper date. We haven’t really had one outside of the Equinox Ball, and spending time away from the Academy—where there’s an actual risk of her getting pregnant—might cool her down enough that she can get by with only ravishing me once a day.
“Let me plan a date for us. I still haven’t shown you around Haven.”
Ellie lifts her head, her warm, cinnamon eyes meeting mine. “How? You won’t remember to make any plans.”
