Chapter 23 Overload #2
He hesitated, his eyes looking between mine. “Also, there are things I need to tell you. Things you’ll need to know about me before you make any kind of decision. I don’t mean the caelum ignis stuff. I mean things about me, Leda.”
He kissed my mouth before I could answer. He coaxed my jaw open with his fingers, then kissed me with his tongue, and I felt his magic merge into mine even more.
I fell into the kiss, clutching his jacket’s lapels.
He leaned me against the door, letting out a low groan right before he kissed me again. He lifted his head after another minute, breathing harder.
“Is this all right?” he murmured, kissing my face again.
I bit my lip, but nodded at once. “Yes.”
He pressed his cheek to mine, then rubbed his jaw and face against me sensually, like a cat.
He kissed my mouth again, slower, and I struggled not to fall into it again.
His magic was all over me, only it felt different now.
He still pulled on me, in a way that still felt compulsive, but I felt him offering his magic to mine, too.
“Fuck,” he murmured against my ear. He kissed me there, then went back to my neck. “You look gorgeous. I about had a heart attack when I saw you come down those stairs. I was so afraid you wouldn’t be here at all, and then you show up looking like that.”
I felt my throat close at his words, even as they confused me all over again.
He raised his head, staring down at me.
Probably because of the look on my face, he let out a sigh.
“I want to talk to you,” he said, kissing my face. “I mean it, I do. Just maybe not tonight. With my mother out there, waiting for us, it just feels too rushed. It’s going to take time, a night at least, and frankly, I’m not up for it right now.”
He sank his hands into my hair, and stroked the curls away from my face. “My mother completely fucking adores you, by the way, which is harder to accomplish than you seem to think.”
His arms wrapped back around me when I didn’t answer. He pulled me closer again, until it felt like I was pressed against every part of him.
I still didn’t know what to say.
He murmured in my ear. “Leda, I know I’m bad at this.”
“You’re fine.” I shook my head. “It’s fine.”
His expression grew taut.
“Gods, I’m about to lose it with the ‘it’s fine’ and ‘it doesn’t matter,’” he muttered. “Are you trying to infuriate me? Or just make me even more paranoid?”
I reached up and caressed his face with a hand, mostly on impulse, and he swallowed, leaning into my fingers, right before he bent down and kissed me, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue.
He deepened the kiss when I kissed him back, then pulled me so tightly against him, all I could do was soften in his arms.
He let out a low sound, a pained groan from his chest.
His hands pushed up the dress I wore, bringing most of the silky fabric up to my waist. He looked down at me, and I felt heat flush over me from his magic.
“Can we fuck?” he asked, gruff. “I’ll hide us.”
I looked up at him, then, almost before I’d consciously made the decision, my hands were on his belt, unbuckling it under his vest. I felt heat pulse off his magic, then his fingers were under the dress, yanking down on the lace knickers I wore, pulling them down my thighs.
He got them down past my knees after I’d finished with his belt.
He lifted me up in his arms, only wincing a little from his shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching against him and he grunted, and pressed my back to the wall. He studied my eyes as he slid his arms further under my thighs, and widened my legs. I felt his cock press right against the opening of my cunt, and he let out a rough groan.
“Tell me you still want me,” he said in a rough gasp.
My fingers clenched in his hair. I leaned towards him, and kissed his mouth, caressing his tongue with mine until he kissed me back, harder. My arm wrapped around his neck.
“I want you,” I told him. “Way too much.”
He let out a low groan. When his whole body rolled upward, I stifled an involuntary cry as he thrust his cock all the way inside me. He bottomed out, then stood there, panting, holding up all of my weight.
“Tell me you belong to me,” he demanded in a gasp.
I shivered, and lowered my mouth by his ear.
“Tell me you’re not going to leave me in your bed like that again,” I said, a touch colder. “And I’ll think about it, Caelum.”
Heat spiraled off his magic, so intense it cut my breath.
I felt him lose control, even before he slammed me harder against the door.
It felt like he fucked his whole body into me that time, his hands gripping my arse.
The sheer amount of muscle I felt behind it, given how he’d been just the day before, made me gasp in his ear.
He slammed into me again, harder, and kissed and sucked on my neck. “I won’t. Fuck. I’ll do whatever you want…”
Everything got hazy after that.
I forgot where we were, who was waiting for us outside, whose house we were in, even everything that had happened over the past two weeks.
I forgot the book, and caelum ignis, and Petrov The Dragon.
I forgot all of it as we lost ourselves in a slow, heavy rhythm, my arm and leg wrapped tightly around him as I angled down on him, meeting him with every thrust.
He held me so tightly I could barely breathe.
I don’t know how long we were in there.
By the end, he’d moved us both and was fucking me on the desk of whoever’s study it was.
He brought me to an orgasm with his hand clamped on my neck from behind, his other arm wrapped under my leg and holding it up on the desk.
He made sounds I’d never heard from him before when he came, and sometime after that, he collapsed over my back, gasping at me in a language that sounded like Russian.
At least I knew now, how he knew Russian.
He bit my neck, lightly that time, and gasped against my skin.
I saw him look up at the ceiling.
Whatever he saw made his eyes glaze, right before a ripple of heat slid off his magic and swam over mine. I followed his stare upwards and saw violet dragons winging around the edges of the room. Coiling gold snakes covered by gold butterflies slithered over part of a wall.
“We’d better go out there,” he said, when both of us could still barely breathe. I heard real regret in his voice. He looked down at me. “I’m pretty sure my mother’s about to murder me.”