Her features soften. "Don't get me wrong, I still am struggling a bit with how one-sided things are, but not as much as I was before. It'd be nice if I had something todoso I could pretend I was contributing to this relationship." As I open my mouth to protest, she covers it with her hand and raises an eyebrow. "I'm not fishing for compliments, I'm stating a fact. That's where I'm at, but it's my own insecurities and I'm working on them." I kiss her palm and tip my head for her to carry on as she drops her hand to wrap around my neck instead.
"And as I've been working all of that out in my head, I realized a big part of my holdout was that I don't feel like I deserve you. You're so inherentlygood andconsiderate, caring and patient." She arches up to kiss me and my magic slips its leash to wrap around her, urge her closer, and attempt to singe her clothes right off. "But even if I don't deserve you, I've accepted that if I'm a terrible person, why not be selfish and keep you?"
A growl slips from my lips as I capture her mouth, sliding a hand down her side and tracing over her curves. "Now, how am I supposed to argue with such flawless logic?"
She hums beneath me, reaching between us to undo my belt. Pulse pounding, I reluctantly pull away long enough to unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside and stealing another hungry kiss from her before stripping her of hers. "You're absolutely sure?"
She nods, lifting her hips as I tug at her shorts. "Go on, shoot your magic hand lasers, I can take it."
Barking out a laugh, I drag her shorts down her legs as I get to my feet. "Gods, you're perfect." My praise turns into a tortured groan as she's left only in her bra, reclining on her hands as she sits up enough to watch me strip. Dragging the zipper down slowly, I free myself and kick my pants away, pumping my length once to ease the ache while her pupils dilate. Holding her gaze, I crawl onto the bed, sliding a hand behind her back and releasing the clasp with a flick of my fingers. Chucking her bra aside, I gently push her onto her back, soaking up the sight of her naked in my bed.
"My visions did not do you justice." Recapturing her lips, I kiss her breathless, and when my tongue flicks across her lengthening tooth I smile. "I think you might be onto something here, gorgeous. Please, don't hold back on my account."
Her hands slide up my chest, nails lightly scoring my shoulders. "I don't want you to think I only want to do this if-"
With a growl, I grab one of her wrists, bringing her hand down to wrap around my cock, pre cum already beading on the tip. "Stop thinking so much and do what feels right. Tell me what you want, love, before I make you scream it, but you're killing me here." Keeping my hand wrapped over hers, I force her to stroke me from tip to base and back again. "There is nothing you could do to me that I won't like, simply because you're the one doing it. So if you want to bite me, damn it,bite me."
Without preamble she strikes, and my cock jerks at the sudden pinch of pain. A soft moan vibrates the crook of my shoulder that threatens my rapidly fraying control. Running my palm down the side of her breast, her hip, I grip her thigh and hitch her leg up, slinging it over my arm.
There'll be time for soft and sweet, teasing explorations and orgasm challenges later. Right now, my magic is bursting out of my skin, wreaking havoc on the room around us, and the desperation to be inside of her is nearly blinding.
Reaching between us, I drag the head of my cock over her slick entrance with a low groan. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're already so wet for me.”
Her response comes in the form of sucking harder on my neck and I buck my hips, slamming inside of her with a solid, punishing thrust. A small, muffled cry breaks through my haze of lust and I force myself to stay still, sweat beading on my temples. “I’m sorry, I-”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, tearing herself away from my neck long enough I can catch the wild look in her eyes. “Please.” Rolling her hips to encourage me, I crush my lips to hers, the coppery taste of my blood on her tongue surprisingly erotic.
She needs me as much as I need her.
Finally confident we’re on the same page, I give up all pretense of restraint, pinning her knee to her chest between us as I stretch over her, reducing her entire world to the two of us, no room to get lost in her head. Her mouth returns to my neck as I drive into her, each thrust more brutal than the last. Sharp nails dig into my back as she clings to me, muffled pleas and gasps drowned out by panting breaths.
Static covers my hands as I slip one between us, sending electric pinpricks of restless energy into her clit as I circle it furiously. She arches her back, releasing my neck with a litany of curses as her nails carve grooves into my shoulder blades. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
She tightens around me like a vice and I remove my hand despite her begging protest, sliding my palm over her stomach to between her breasts, pushing her into the bed and pulling back enough to look down at her. All the while, my thrusts become more erratic as she writhes beneath me, tearing up my back as she attempts to pull me closer.
Pressing my palm down on the center of her chest, my magic pours out of me like a dam bursting, flooding into her system as I loose a stream of curses, thrusts faltering. With a strangled shout, she arches into my touch, coming hard with her head thrown back, fisting the blanket. She locks around me as my energy burns into every fibre of her being, branding her as mine, an extension of myself.
And then it simply clicks into place like it was always meant to, shifting everything irrevocably, and I canfeelher. My cock jerks as I come deep inside of her, bucking my hips erratically as she flutters around me, drawing out every last drop.
Panting, I lean down to rest my head against hers, eyes falling shut as I languidly rock against her, riding us both through the aftershocks while adjusting to the onslaught of new sensations. The wave of peace is broken by a small spike of anxiety, and it’s hard to tell at first that it isn’t coming from me, but from her. It isn’t a clearly separate entity, more like a sixth sense. It’s a state of simply knowing, able to get a read on her emotional state, and I sigh with contentment, testing sending it her way to ease her nerves. Within seconds she settles and I roll onto my back, hauling her with me.
“I must say, you make a much better blanket than I’m used to. I’m going to get spoiled.” Her breathy chuckle sends a bolt of lust through me, and I settle a hand on her back to stop her wiggling. “Give a man a minute to catch his breath, hmm?”
Outright laughing now, she folds her arms on my chest, propping her chin up to look down at me. “Old age catching up to you?” Swatting her on the ass, she devolves into another fit of laughter that makes my heart sing, seeing her so carefree for once.
“What can I say, I was excited,” I tease, leaning forward to nip at her arm. “How could I take my time when you were naked and begging for my mark?”
She snorts. “Funny, I don’t remember that being how it happened.”
I brush my knuckles over her jaw. “You’re alright, though? No regrets?”
A trickle of confusion, followed by a pang of sadness that she forces away with conviction. I’m able to follow alongside her as she processes her thoughts without intruding, and it’s a better feeling than anything I could have imagined. It’s easier to be patient when I’m not left in the dark, giving me a better insight into the woman that struggles to put her thoughts into words for fear of upsetting anyone.
“I was worried about having you in my head, not going to lie, but it’s not what I expected at all.” She pushes herself up, rubbing the heel of her palm over the starburst mark now emblazoned on the center of her chest like a birthmark. “I feel you everywhere, but mostly here. Like heartburn.” I sputter an indignant retort that I never get out, her laughter making her roll off of me onto the bed, clutching her side and gasping for air. “Your-” another weak inhale “-face.”
Turning to hover over her, I cage her beneath me with a playful growl. “You clearly have far too much energy.”
“Nobody to blame but yourself on that one.” She grins, still teasing, and fuck if I don’t love her finally letting her guard down enough to show me this side of her.
