“Does this mean I’m likehim?”
“Of course not, you don’t even know what your true magic will be yet.” I pull her against me and she melts into my embrace, her body relaxing. I let out a breath, relieved that I can still bring her that kind of peace. “Give it time.”
“What if it’s something terrible?” she asks.
I cup her face, then kiss her softly. “Whatever your gift is, it changes nothing about who you are, understand?”
A corner of her lips lifts and she nods. The shadows dissipate, and everything returns to normal but my dream flashes in my mind, the strange shadows that held me down.
My cock hardens again, all the momentum I lost suddenly returns and once again, all I want is her. “Now, where were we?”
She smirks, then rises on her toes as I lower my face to hers. Our kiss is gentler this time, soft and tender. I slip my tongue into her mouth and she meets mine, the two of us moving in unison. This time, when I lift her, I carry her to the bed, then drop her right in front of it.
I’m panting and blood roars in my ears. It’s taking everything I have not to shove her to the bed and claim her. But I can tell she’s still a little shook up.
She’s looking at me with such adoration, I almost walk away. I’m not deserving of a look like that. If I were a better man, I would get her dressed and help her escape. I tried, but I have to admit that every time she refused to leave, I felt nothing but relief.
Keeping her means putting her life at risk.
I take a step toward her.
It means endangering everyone we care about.
I reach for her face, sliding my hand behind her head, my fingers tangle into her hair.
We can’t do this.
I brush my thumb across her cheek and she leans into my touch. Her eyes flutter closed and her breathing quickens.
“Taylan…”
She sits on the bed, scoots the center, then spreads her legs wide.
I am the most selfish man in the world.
I’m on top of her in a heartbeat and when our mouths meet, there’s nothing slow or tender about it. We’re pure desperation and desire. My cock slides against her soaked entrance and my hands knead her breasts, before traveling to her throat.
She pulls her lips from mine, then whispers, “Brevan, I need you inside me.”
I enter her in one thrust.
She throws her head back and cries out as she digs her fingernails into my back. I move inside her, hard and fast. Her hips keep time and her breathy sounds come every time my cock drives into her.
Her eyes close just as shadows build. They caress my shoulders and swirl around us, tendrils warping around my arms and twisting between us. They writhe and dance, flowing and undulating in time with her hips and breathing.
My body heats, and I swear my magic is building in response to hers. I tamp it down. Her shadows are friendly compared to what I keep buried but it feels like they’re taunting my inner monster.
I lean down and kiss her, reminding myself of who I am and what I have to lose as I give in to the clawing, twisting fire building in my chest.
She opens her eyes and locks her gaze on me. Suddenly, everything quiets. I can’t see the shadows or feel the fight within me. It’s her and me and pleasure that grows with each thrust.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” I lean down and kiss her neck, then her jaw. She moans, then I can feel her tensing. The sounds she makes drive me crazy, each breathy moan pushes me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Brevan!” She cries out, her back arching as she comes.
The sight of her unraveling under me is too much. I groan as I release into her.
The shadows are gone. My magic has retreated, returned to its hiding place. I lean forward and rest my forehead against hers. We breathe together for a few moments, and then I roll over so I’m next to her.
