I shook my head. “If they notice, they won’t watch. It matters not to them.”
“How could they not notice?” she whispered, cheeks flushing. “They’reright there.”
My lips curled up. “Would you like me to climb off?”
She squirmed beneath me, brushing her soft thighs against my ready cock. Her neck flushed to match the color of her flaming cheeks. “No.”
Smiling, I reached between us and unclasped her buckle. She gasped when I slid my hand beneath the waistband of her trousers, teasing her sex with my fingers. Even gloved, I could still bring her pleasure with my hand.
I pushed my finger through her wet folds. Her eyes widened in shock—and in pleasure. Gasping, she rocked against me, her irises rolling into the back of her head.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, nails digging into the dirt. “How does that feel so good?”
“Because every time our bodies come together, our senses come alive.”
It was a truth I hadn’t dared think, let alone speak aloud. Aradia had gotten into my head in far more ways than one. Every time our bodies touched, a strange electricity sizzled in my veins. Something unnatural. Something bound by magic.
Aradia continued to rock her body against my hand. I dove in deep, relishing in her sleek walls. Her back arched against the dirt ground, and then she let out a shuddering cry of release. She pulsed around me, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
With a smile, I pulled out of her and dropped a kiss on her cheek.
“One day, my love, I will touch you the way you’re meant to be touched,” I whispered into her ear, breathing in the scent of her arousal and release. “I want more than this. It isn’t enough.”
She grasped the back of my neck and held me close to her. With fire in her eyes, she speared my soul. “Careful what you say, Yuto. Or I might just start to believe you.”
“I mean every word,” I said, our hot breaths mixing together. “I want it. All of it. I just don’t know if it can ever come true.”
21
Aradia
Icouldn’t resist Yuto Cirillo. I didn’t trust him. I wasn’t even sure I even liked him very much some of the time. But I definitely lost my willpower when he looked at me with those fiery eyes. I’d believed every word he’d said when we’d been wrapped up in the lust for each other. But my mother had told me one very important thing once—never trust the things a man says when he’s on top of you.
So, when the sun rose on the final day of our journey, reality smacked me in the face. I’d opened myself up to Yuto—again. I’d believed his words. But none of it could be true. It was all pillow talk and nothing more.
When this was over, after we’d rescued Callista and destroyed Panos, things would go back to how they’d been before. I would still be his captive. He would never let me go. Not until I’d taken him through the portal. And we didn’t even know how long that would take.
I’d let my walls down too much. I’d let myself get carried away. Yuto didn’t really care about me. If he did, he wouldn’t make me stay here. He’d let me go.
And yet, he hadn’t.
“Is something wrong, Aradia?” he asked when he found me stuffing the woollen blanket into my pack. I hadn’t said more than a few words to him all morning. Mostly because...I didn’t know where to begin.
“You know what’s wrong,” I said. “I’m about to be bait for an insane blood-thirsty dark fae who has already taken a bite out of my neck.”
His gaze darkened. “If you don’t want to do this, Aradia, tell me now.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. Callista’s frightened face flashed in my mind. “I don’t want to do this, but I will anyway. For Callista. Not anyone else.”
“Somethingiswrong.” He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me toward him, but I shook him away.
“I’m just scared, okay?”
“You’re lying. I can tell.”
My hands fisted. “I’ve just gotten distracted is all. You need me to help you get Callista, and then we’ll figure out a way to get you through the portal. We’ll move on with our lives and put this behind us as quickly as possible.”
Yuto opened his mouth, but I’d said enough. Now was not the time to focus on the strange electricity that passed between us. I needed to focus on the task at hand. Otherwise, I’d never face another day again. With or without Yuto.
