Chapter 18 - Hyacinth
Wrapped against Shane’s sweaty, heaving chest, I let my mind drift. It’s a relief to be all sensation and no thought. I’m in no rush to return to reality.
The image of Shane collapsing on the floor flickers in my mind, and my chest tightens with fear.
Even after all my bravado this morning, when I saw him looking so sick, my heart went out to him. Then he collapsed.
I have no idea what came over me, only that I knew, beyond a doubt, that I was about to watch him die. The kiss was pure instinct, though every rational thought told me it couldn’t possibly work.
Maybe it was just an excuse, because I wanted to kiss him before he went away forever.
Even though part of me would like to believe that, I have to admit it isn’t true.
I felt magic in me—magic that was begging for him.
Now, we’re one.
Shane moves next to me, and reality threatens the edge of my thoughts. The never-ending machine of tasks. The constant, juggling nightmare of “next” that has recently come to include sickness and death, along with the inconveniences of an ordinary day.
I’m not ready to go yet.
I grip Shane’s shirt with both hands and wriggle upwards, finding his lips. He kisses me back gently, and I press myself against him, trying to get my legs around him.
“Hyacinth,” he says. “We should—”
“Shut up,” I growl, opening his lips with mine and slipping my tongue into his mouth. Tightening my grip on his shirt, I press my body against his, thrusting my hips against him. He runs his hands gently down my arms, holding on to my shoulders as if he’s about to stop me.
No fucking way.
I hook one leg over his waist and grab his shoulders, flipping him onto his back. Falling forward, I slap both hands down on his shoulders and kiss him hard as I squeeze his waist with my knees.
Shane groans through the kiss, his hands finding my waist and sliding up towards my breasts.
I arch against him, encouraging him to squeeze my breasts while I explore his mouth with my tongue.
Moaning, I thrust my hips against him, clinging to his shoulders as frustration rises in me.
I shove myself back and wriggle down his body, my hands searching for his cock.
When I wrap my fingers around the hard shaft, Shane gasps, his back arching on the floor. I tighten my grip, stroking him a little as I move down until I can slide the head into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” Shane gasps.
I can’t help the smile that flashes across my face as I grip the shaft harder, working my hand up and down as my tongue teases around the head of his cock, licking and sucking with light, teasing touches.
Shane’s breath starts to come in hard, short pants, and his entire body stiffens under me as his cock hardens in my hand. I wrap my lips firmly around the head and suck, slowly winding my tongue down towards my fingers until I release my hand and take the full length of him into my throat.
Shane thrashes under me like he’s had an electric shock, gasping and groaning as his body shakes. I hold on to his hips, slowly drawing my mouth back up to the head, then licking around the edges before plunging my head down again.
I keep this up until his breathing turns rough and his cock begins to swell.
I tease the head once more as I grip the throbbing shaft in one hand, wriggling up to get in the right position.
When I look up at his face, Shane is looking right at me, his blue eyes so wide and bright, it’s as if they’re lending a light azure hue to the room.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slide my hips back and forth, teasing the head of his cock against my slick folds. I have to look away as I start to slide him inside, the unbelievably powerful surge of pleasure causing me to throw my head back and gasp as I sink down slowly onto his cock.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, leaning forward to put my hands on his belly. His cock is hard, hot, and throbbing, thrusting almost painfully against the deepest part of me. My pussy spasms, wrapping around his thick cock, and Shane moans, rocking his hips back and forth as he reaches up to grab my arms.
I keep my head down and my eyes closed as I begin to rise up and down, slowly riding his cock from base to tip. My inner muscles clench and wrap around him, clashing against the hardness of his body. Before long, I collapse on top of him as another orgasm turns me into a shivering wreck.
I’m trembling on top of him, gasping for air, when I feel him sitting up, grabbing my arms, and hurling me to the floor in one swift movement.
As I hit the floor, my breath bursts out in a short scream, and I feel Shane fall heavily on top of me.
I still can’t open my eyes as I feel him cup my cheek with one hand and kiss me, his lips so soft and gentle, my body rings with pleasure.
As he pulls back, I finally look up, seeing his intense blue eyes right above my own.
He reaches down, and I feel his hard cock pressing against me. I wriggle and thrust towards him, my eyes still on his as he joins our bodies together. A long, hoarse scream tears from my throat as he rams his cock into me, but I don’t look away.
Shane grabs my shoulders, staring at me intently.
The fierce blue of his gaze almost seems to cut me, slicing through all my emotional barriers to expose my soul.
His grip tightens on my shoulders, and a small whimper of pain rises in my throat.
A faint flicker of a smile flashes across his face, and he tightens his grip even more, making me thrash under him once more.
Keeping my shoulders pinned, he pulls back his hips in an incredibly long, slow stroke, treating me to every inch of his long, thick cock.
I can’t take my eyes off his as he stares at me, my entire being lost in those incredible eyes that seem infinitely kind and yet mercilessly ferocious at the same time.
He slams back into me in a rush, making me scream as his cock smashes into me, as deeply as he can possibly go. My body spasms, deep inside, and I can feel my inner muscles wrapping around him, the tension just hinting at pain.
Shane loosens his grip on my shoulders and strokes my cheek gently, his gaze softening.
His blue eyes swirl like slow currents in a lazy river, lulling me into relaxation as he presses his hips against me, forcing his cock even deeper.
He leans down, the touch of his lips so light, it makes my whole body tremble with pleasure.
Gently, his mouth kneads at mine, soft flicks of his tongue teasing me as his hand cups my jaw.
Slowly, his grip on my jaw tightens, and he presses further forward with his hips, grinding his cock into me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, pinning me to the floor as his hand wraps around my throat.
The pressure from both his hand and his hips increases, making me feel like I’m going to snap in two. He groans softly with satisfaction as my body trembles, lapping into my mouth with his tongue and forcing me to open up to him.
Just when I can’t take another second, he suddenly rears back, grabbing my shoulders again. He leans down, his eyes wide and almost crazed, the pupils dimming to small points, lost in electric blue. His hands grip my shoulders until it hurts, and then he starts to thrust, hard and fast.
Shane groans, making short, sharp thrusts against my body, smacking my ass painfully into the floor. He relaxes against me, running his hands down my arms to link our fingers together, then pulls my arms up over my head, gripping my wrists and dropping the full weight of his body against me.
He buries his head against my shoulder, his hips moving in uneven, wild strokes, harder and deeper, until I feel his cock swelling, stretching me, and a loud cry pours out of my throat, the spasms of my own orgasm matching the pulsing of his own release.
Shane collapses against me, both of us gasping, ringing with pleasure and trembling from exhaustion. Before his weight on top of me can become painful, Shane slips off me, holding my hand as he falls back, staring at the ceiling.
Our harsh breathing is the only sound for quite some time, and to my relief, reality stays far out of reach. My body is still rippling with pleasure, and my nervous system is so shot, I’m not sure if my brain will ever come back online.
After his breathing settles, Shane reaches over to me and cradles me against his chest, stroking my hair.
I snuggle into him gratefully, feeling nothing but comfort at first. As the pleasure in me starts to die away, my body begins to ache.
It’s only normal exertion, but flutters of panic start to stir at the edges of my consciousness.
Dan always made me sore.
The thought shatters my peace, sending pulses of fear through my blood. Shane tightens his grip on me as if he can sense the danger and is ready to protect me from any possible threat.
But what if the danger is coming from him? Was this real, or was it just sex?
Shane strokes my hair again, and singing waves of pleasure run through my muscles, relaxing me again.
Dan never stroked my hair or comforted me.
I cuddle in even closer to Shane, and he keeps his gentle hold on me. I can feel questions rising in him, and I know they are legitimate questions that deserve answers.
Because my deal here is not just the kidnapping, or the supernatural world, or even the curse. No, the main barrier to my connection with Shane is living inside me, and I don’t know how to exorcise it.
I take a breath as if I’m ready to speak. My past flashes behind my eyes, and I wonder where I should even start. But the pause holds for too long, and words are lost to me.
I can’t. I can’t tell him. I’ve never told anyone.
Shane strokes my hair again, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the comfort of his touch. I silently pray that this moment is real, and that this place in his arms is as safe as it feels right now.