Chapter 18 #2
“Oh dust, your sister! Of course she’s Emberborn, too. I can’t believe the danger I’ve put you in,” Darion said, his face drawing tight, etched with worry.
“You didn’t put us in danger. We’d have to grapple with this with or without you,” I said. “If anything, you’ve helped me to understand my ability faster than I might have otherwise.”
Darion looked almost panicked. “But I’ve put a target on your back. If Tarnasau finds out you have Veilsense, he’ll do everything in his power to capture you.”
“Well, if I join the Order of Emberlight, I might finally be able to do something about it.”
“No! Forget the damn Trials,” Darion implored. “It’s too dangerous. We need to get you out of the city, move you and your sister to safety.”
Until that moment, I hadn’t been certain of Darion’s true intentions.
Part of me thought he was still trying to recruit me, that he only wanted me to use my talents for the Order of Emberlight.
But the fear in his eyes was genuine. That he would abandon his plan to protect my sister and me made me feel for him that much more.
That was the moment I truly knew I could trust him—the moment I started to forgive him for his deceptions, knowing that they came from a place of care.
“I’m not running from this,” I said, voice unwavering, taking Darion’s hand.
“Cas, don’t!” Darion said, his voice rough. “If anything happened to you—” His voice grew unsteady, and he broke off.
“I’ve spent my whole life feeling powerless. For the first time, I can do something about it.”
Darion’s emerald eyes were damp with emotion. Dust, what a beautiful man. I put my hand on his cheek, and we touched our foreheads together. “You have to let me do this. You have to trust me to take my own risks.”
Darion nodded slowly. “If anything goes wrong at the Citadel Library, I’m helping you, Order of Emberlight rules be damned.”
“You’d come to my rescue?” I said, a slight tease in my tone.
“Of course.”
“Like I’m a damsel in distress?”
“Stop teasing,” Darion said, but a smile peeked through his gloomy expression.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a playful frown.
“Cas, I’d tear down the whole damn Citadel Library to save you.” His tone was so earnest, so raw, it took my breath away. He looked into my eyes with a tenderness that almost scared me. I’d known him for only a short time, and yet the peril we’d already faced together heightened every emotion.
“I care for you,” Darion said. “You need to understand that.”
“I understand,” I said. “And I care for you, too.”
I knew I might regret this, but we’d gone too far to turn back. We moved toward each other simultaneously, and our lips smashed together. Gone was the tenderness of our first kiss, and in its place was a hasty, burning desire.
I grabbed his hips and pulled our bodies together, Darion’s stiffness pressing up against my own. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, trying to kiss me more deeply. His gentle moans against my lips turned me on even more.
Still locked in a kiss, we fumbled to rip each other’s clothes off, pausing only to pull our shirts over our heads. I needed to feel his bare skin against mine as sure as I had to breathe.
As I pulled off my shirt, I fumbled for my locket and stashed it in my trouser pocket. He didn’t seem to notice. I didn’t want him to ask about it, just like that time at the waterfall; I wasn’t ready to share that part of my life yet.
I grabbed him by the waist of his trousers, where a patch of hair extended from his belly button to areas I was very eager to explore, then dragged him toward the bedroom.
Once there, Darion pulled away, just like he had the other night under the willow. My heart nearly shattered then and there. Was this man trying to break me?
“Cas. I want to be sure you’re really okay with this. I don’t want to force this on you. Not if you’re still angry or unsure.”
We were moving fast. I should still have been angry. But I needed him so badly at that moment.
“Shush,” I said, answering him with an overwhelming look of desire. There was no turning back now, and I jumped off that cliff with no hesitation.
We went back to kissing and furiously fussing with our buttons, then pulling our trousers down to our boots.
Darion’s cock glistened. I bent down and took him in my mouth, sucking him clean, then returning to our kiss.
Darion took me in his hand and gently stroked, then swirled his thumb through my leaking wetness, running along the head, making me moan.
Enraptured by that sound, Darion grabbed my wrists and guided me down onto his bed, lying on top of me, pinning my arms above my head as we ground our bodies together. I wasn’t used to losing control like this, and I was simultaneously intoxicated and terrified.
His mouth explored my neck, kissing and nibbling as he went, then along my shoulder, across my armpit, which made me wiggle with delight, to my nipple. He sucked deeply, forcing a startled gasp out of me, which only made him suck harder.
He released my wrists and moved downward, kissing my stomach, following the tuft of hair below my belly button, cruelly avoiding my throbbing cock, then rewarding me by sucking my inner thigh.
“Oh gods!” I moaned.
This was all moving so fast, and the emotion I felt was far deeper than I had expected. I only hoped I could survive when this was over.
He took my balls in his mouth and worked his tongue around them, making my eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl. While he sucked, his finger probed my ass, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
Trying not to interrupt the seriously fucking fantastic job he was doing, I reached for my discarded belt of vials resting on the bed. I grabbed a particular vial that would help in this situation. Flicking the cap off with my thumb, I tapped his shoulder.
“Here,” I said, showing him the vial. He held out his hand, and I dispensed some of the viscous salve into it. He wasted no time slathering his fingers, then inserting one inside me, which sent me into immediate ecstasy.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled. He responded by shoving his finger up to the knuckle, making me moan uncontrollably.
He inserted a second finger, which heightened everything. The look in his eyes as he pleasured me—the pure joy, almost awe—took my breath away. He continued to work his fingers, hooking them to hit that spot, which got a massive groan out of me.
With his other hand, he grabbed my cock, then took the entire length in his mouth, right down to the base. My body exploded with pleasure. For a moment, it was too much, and I nearly climaxed.
“Hold on,” I said with hurried breaths.
He backed off instantly, smiling up at me.
“You were a second away from having a mouthful.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said with a gentle laugh.
“Okay, my turn,” I said. “But first, let’s get these damn boots off.” We both sat up and kicked off our boots, then pulled our trousers the rest of the way off so that nothing would hinder us.
With our legs now free, I flipped Darion over onto his back, slathered my cock with salve, and hooked his knees over my shoulders.
I rubbed his ass with the head of my cock, making him groan with pleasure.
Gently, I pressed inward, teasingly, but not too far.
Darion gasped, and I gave him a devilish smile.
“Fuck, I want your cock inside me,” Darion begged.
“All in good time.”
I continued to press into his ass, rubbing the spot between his ass and balls, and watched his cock throb with pleasure, leaking onto his stomach.
I scooped up the liquid and mixed it with the salve in my hand, then grabbed both of our cocks, stroking them together.
Mine was a bit longer, and his was a bit thicker, but they fit together nicely.
“Please,” Darion cried. “Please fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I said with a wicked smile, adding more salve to my fingers. I gently probed his ass, feeling the instinctive flex and then the relaxation.
I positioned my cock at his ass and pushed.
The entire length slid in with little resistance until my stomach was pressed against his balls.
I looked down at this beautiful man, who stared back up at me with piercing emerald eyes, both of us lost in bliss.
With each stroke, he moaned, and I could think only of getting deeper inside him, the two of us together as one.
I could tell from his moans that he was getting close. Without a word, I pulled out of him. He smiled and nodded, understanding my plan without speaking.
I poured salve from my vial onto his cock, which I slathered evenly, then got on top, positioning my ass right over it.
There was a moment of pressure, so I took a deep breath and relaxed.
The rest came easily. As I sat on him, I stroked myself.
The feeling was so intense, and the pleasure on Darion’s face meant so much more than anything I’d ever done with anyone else.
Darion grabbed my hips and thrust upward, shoving himself in deeper. I was right on the edge of control, and the pulsing inside me told me Darion was right there as well.
“I’m going to try something unusual,” Darion said. “Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I said. At that point, I was willing to try anything with him.
We got back into our rhythm, and just as we both reached climax, a shimmer surrounded us, along with that familiar scent of ozone and citrus.
Time stopped.
It sped up the slightest bit, just as the first shot of cum left my cock, moving ever so slowly.
It was utter bliss like I’d never felt, and it continued for longer than I could ever imagine.
Darion pulsed inside me in a slow undulation—a sensation I didn’t have words to describe.
For what felt like an eon and an instant combined, we drowned in an unending pool of ecstasy.
Just when I couldn’t take any more, time sped up. Shot after shot covered Darion’s chest and neck, and the pulsing of him inside me was an explosion of pleasure.