Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Torin
My body quaked with barely concealed restraint. The muscles in my forearm and hand flexed as I held Ellowyn against the table, her soft, pale skin flushed with arousal. She shivered, goosebumps pricking her flesh, the longer I held her in wait.
I gritted my teeth against the flood of lust that pumped through my veins, begging me to seat myself fully inside her wet and wanting cunt.
But I held firm, keeping the head of my cock just at her entrance, testing both of our resolves.
“Torin,” Ellowyn whined as she writhed in my clutches, desperately trying to push back and seat herself fully on my erection.
Gone was the woman who just minutes ago verbally thrashed me to within an inch of my life. In her place was a wanton creature who needed to be reminded that, while I belonged to her and would bow to her every whim, she also belonged to me.
This relationship was a give and a take—an equal partnership.
Seemed we both needed reminding of that.
My restraint slackened as I gave into the temptation of the heaven in her warm depths.
With a groan, I snapped my hips forward, seating myself fully in her spasming pussy.
Ellowyn released a breathy whimper, all of the tension and fight bleeding from her muscles at the feeling of me buried deep inside.
She was putty beneath my hands as I flexed my fingers around her neck, securing her torso to the table once more. Ellowyn didn’t fight, didn’t buck against my hold. She simply relaxed forward and curved her spine, allowing my cock to inch farther inside.
“You little minx,” I whispered, struck dumb by the sight of her taking me to the hilt. I withdrew slowly, watching in fascination as my shaft emerged, covered in the glistening evidence of her desire.
Ellowyn tried to follow my movement, tried to keep me inside her as long as possible—greedy little thing—but I kept her anchored to the table. I pulled out fully and wrapped my hand around the base of my cock to tap it against the fleshy part of her ass.
A trail of my precum and her arousal stuck to her skin, and I bent to lick it off. I groaned at the taste of us and whispered against her flesh, “Do you see what you do to me? How I worship at your altar?”
My Ellowyn said nothing in return, simply ground her hips, searching for friction that empty air could not grant.
With a growl that echoed off the empty walls, I thrust back inside, pleased at the gasp that tore from Ellowyn’s throat as I began to move in earnest, not giving her the time to adjust to my size.
I needed this—needed to lose control, needed to feel her warm and alive, needed to feel her come undone while wrapped around me.
Judging by her whimpers and mewls as I pushed deeper until my cockhead brushed her cervix, the desire was mutual.
“You’re mine, Ellowyn. No more running into danger without me, no more sacrificing yourself for everyone else.”
“They would have died if I didn’t,” she spat, turning her head in my loosened grip to fix me with steel fire. Threads of Destruction whispered from under her skin to twine around her forearms, tendrils jumping to lash out indiscriminately.
Instinctively, my Air Magic forced itself to the surface as I released the hold on Ellowyn’s neck and reached for her arm.
My thrusts slowed and then stopped as we watched in slack-jawed awe as my power twirled about hers, caressing it and coaxing it back under control.
The sweeping tendrils of Air wrapped the ashes and embers of Destruction in a hold so tight, the other magic had no chance to escape.
But, even more than that, it was like it didn’t want to escape. Like it needed my control to help temper its more erratic nature.
With bated breath, we watched as her Destruction Magic lazily fell back beneath her skin, my Air coating her forearms in a kind of shield.
“What the fuck,” Ellowyn whispered, pushing up as she examined her lightly pulsing skin.
I leaned over her shoulder, intending to examine her further, but became entirely too distracted by her breasts now freed from where they were trapped between her body and the table.
“Seems your magic knows it needs my protection, just as much as you do,” I whispered.
Ellowyn tensed, eyes flashing dangerously as her fingers dug into the wood, but I took that moment to flex my hips. My erection pulsed inside her pussy, and she released a breathy moan rather than whatever caustic comment was on the tip of her tongue.
“There you go,” I whispered into her ear, slowly thrusting and flexing my hips as my hands found her breasts. “Just relax into it. Let me take control. Let me protect you. Let me love you.”
My fingers tweaked and plucked at her nipples while my thumbs kneaded the fullness of her breasts. Ellowyn’s moans grew louder, her panting breaths more erratic, as our sweat-soaked skin slid against each other.
“Torin,” she pleaded, fingers scrambling at my wrists as I continued my ministrations.
“What, Ellowyn?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please make me come.”
I ducked my head into the crook of her neck with a groan. One hand abandoned her breasts and snuck to the place where we were so tightly joined. I felt my cock pull in and out of her in equal measure, tingles zipping down my spine at the sensation, before moving my fingers to that bundle of nerves.
A few strokes and circles later, Ellowyn was shaking in my arms, crying out with her release. I sloppily kissed her, swallowing her sounds of desire, as I pounded ruthlessly into her cunt, prolonging her orgasm.
Tingles erupted down my spine, my skin growing hot, and my balls drawing up close to my body as I found my own release.
I stilled, pulling Ellowyn flush against my back as I ravished her mouth, my dick twitching inside her with each rope of cum.
Breathing heavily and thoroughly satiated, I released her mouth, trailing reverent kisses down her spine and shoulders as I softly pulled her hair away from her neck.
My Air Magic released its hold on Ellowyn’s arms, snapping back suddenly. I cracked my eyes open, unsurprised to see no trace of her Destruction Magic.
Languid and pliable, Ellowyn slowly eased my softening cock from her pussy, a rush of cum following. I winced as I watched the white liquid drip down her thighs and onto the floor. Ellowyn simply hummed before grabbing a discarded tunic and wiping herself clean.
Silence hung between us in the aftermath, heavy and charged, only punctuated by the rustle of clothing and slight noises of our breathing.
My skin itched with the need to speak, my heart beating an irregular rhythm as I waited for Ellowyn’s judgement. Despite my earlier words of possession, ultimately it was her decision. I would bow down to whatever she dictated.
“What’re you thinking?” I asked, nearly wincing at the volume despite its quiet timbre. Ellowyn froze for a moment, pants nearly buttoned, before finishing dressing. She sighed with her whole body, eyes closed and face pointed at the ceiling.
“I’d like to say that everything is fixed and normal, but it’s not,” she said, voice thick with a myriad of emotions. “I love you, Torin. That has not, nor will it ever, change.” She turned glinting steel eyes to me.
I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding as her words washed me in relief.
“But that doesn’t mean all is forgiven,” she finished softly, hands reaching behind to gather her long, golden strands into a loose bun.
“What is it you need from me, Ellowyn? I will do anything,” I pleaded, at risk of sounding desperate. “I want to marry you, Ellowyn. For our engagement at your Awakening to hold firm and true. You’ve been all I wanted since the moment I met you.”
Ellowyn studied her fingers for a moment before finding my gaze once more.
My whole body vibrated; she had the power to end everything with just one word.
In my heart of hearts, I knew Ellowyn felt the same as me.
But recent circumstances could have swayed her in other directions—ones that didn’t involve me.
My heart twisted, readying for the final blow that never came.
“Time, Torin. I need time.” Ellowyn’s features softened with the admission.
“We’ve known each other for nearly two years, but spent a few months together, and only recently.
Beyond that, Alois just died. I cannot jump from one marriage into the arms of another, no matter how desperately I desire that.
The optics for Elyria, for the legitimacy of our claims, would not be held in high regard. ”
I grunted and ran a hand through my unruly hair, unable to disagree with her logic.
“Give me time, Torin. Have those deep conversations with me. Let us spend hours and days together learning how each other functions outside of the pressure of Vespera”—she crossed the room in two strides to wrap her arms around my middle—“but don’t give up on me.
” Ellowyn whispered the last part into my chest. Surely, she could hear the thunk of my heart and knew that it beat only for her.
“Never,” I whispered against her head, pressing a kiss into her curls while my fingers wove through the loose ponytail. If time is what she wanted, what she needed, then I would grant it. But I meant what I said—I meant for her to be my wife, sooner rather than later. “Never.”