Chapter Thirty-Two
So, I’ve won you?
Iscreamed.
There wasn’t another person in the room when I entered. There definitely weren’t supposed to be hands touching me while I napped. Screaming and thrashing was a natural response.
“Cursed! Ghosts! Go away!” I tried to scramble away but strong arms locked around my waist.
“Temperance!” the ghost called and I paused. That voice… it sounded like.
I faced the owner of said hands on me. “Rylan!”
I pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes, but not before I saw his shocked face. It didn’t take him long to catch up. His mouth parted and those hands pulled me closer. In seconds, he had me up and straddling his lap, my fingers against his jaw, teeth nibbling his lower lip.
“Star.” He groaned, and his grip moved to my ass, pulling, pushing me over the top of his cock.
“I missed you,” I breathed into his mouth, and rubbed myself against him with more pressure.
“Fuck.” He cursed and I swallowed it, pushing away all thoughts that we should slow down. He was hard beneath me, his hands gripped me tight, guiding me straight toward a release.
Then the door slammed open followed by someone yelling, “Sir!”
“Get out!” Rylan shouted, his lips launching back to kissing me right after.
The silver armor shook, its helmet almost spinning as it panicked to retreat.
“Yes, sir.”
Rylan hands flexed against me as his head dropped to my chest. My heart pounded as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’m sorry, Star. I didn’t see you, I didn’t know you’d be…” His hands left my ass for my back, and I wrapped my arounds around his head. He sounded stressed, the words coming out of him were all scattered.
“I can’t stay. Fuck.” He pressed a kiss to my chest, and I returned the sentiment with a kiss to the top of his head.
“I’ll be back to attending classes this week.” He looked at me, but those stormy eyes didn’t sparkle the same way they usually did. The man looked tired, like the weight of the world was crushing him.
“I’ll be here,” I answered and he smiled. That simple act made life feel a little better. The Rylan I knew and lo—liked was shining through the stress.
“There’s that sexy smile that won me over.
” I leaned in and kissed him. I don’t know what I was worried about earlier.
The Rylan beneath me was the same one who left to take on the world’s problems, and the man who became my friend.
He was both and here, devouring me, promising to take his sweet time with me once he officially comes back.
“So, I’ve won you?” he asked against my lips then pulled back to watch my face. I swallowed, scared to say the words allowed so I nodded.
“Want to play hooky from school and fly with me to Spain? The jet has a bed in the back,” he teased but I was already rolling off his lap.
“I’m helping Remy with decorations for her student president acceptance speech tomorrow.” Although, plane sex did sound fun.
Rylan watched as I hopped off the bed and adjusted my bra and shirt. With a sigh, he stood and stretched, one hand moved situate the crotch of his jeans over his hard dick, and my eyes followed the movement.
“Star, I’ve got about five minutes to get back to the car. Otherwise, I’d throw you back on this bed and shove my cock as far as your wet cunt would allow,” he growled before rubbing his hands down his face.
Yeah, I wanted that.
“I come in about two minutes when I think of you, we could make it work.” The throbbing between my thighs had me blurting out things I’d likely have kept inside. It didn’t help that Rylan’s whole face shifted to that of a predator’s seeing his prey trembling.
A knock on his door told us that our time was over. Rylan had to go, and I needed a cold shower.
“Perfect temptress.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I watched the sweater tighten against his chest and had to look away. The man was like a walking pheromone to me.
A rush of heat flooded my body, sweat beaded over my brow, and suddenly the whole room turned white.
“What the hell?” Rylan cursed as my body cooled, and the light was gone.
“That was weird.”
“Are you okay?” He was there, and so was the sentient armor who interrupted us earlier.
“I think so. I feel okay.”
“Take Temperance to the hospital wing to get checked out,” Rylan ordered the armor, and it quickly tossed me over its shoulder, the metal digging into my stomach. I squealed and Rylan ordered I be released… gently.
“Call me if you need me. I’ll turn the jet around. Fuck them,” Rylan rumbled while helping me find my footing after being manhandled. I patted his hand on my shoulder and shook my head.
“I’m fine. I can take care of myself. You go do your stuff.”
“Star. Taking care of you is a gift I never want to stop receiving. I can and I will always make sure you are cherished. Body, mind, and spirit.” He walked me to the door where the armor noted how to proceed with me. Was this overkill? Yes, I was fine.
“I’ll see you in class this week. Get ready to catch me up on all those magic skills you’ve learned.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and closed the door behind us. “I mean it, Star. Call me if you need me, okay?”
“I promise.” A tease about needing his dick between my lips was seconds from coming out but I kept it in. He needed to go, and the armor was already tugging me lightly to get moving.
We parted and the further I walked, the more my brain felt foggy.
“I think I do need you to carry me.” I stumbled and the armor had me up and into its arms in seconds. The last thing I remembered was the clanging of metal echoing down the castle’s stone walls as he ran with me to the hospital wing.