Chapter 39 #2
Torin took a few gasping breaths, his dick twitching twice more in my mouth before growing still. He carefully removed himself from my mouth and watched my throat contract as I swallowed down his salty release.
The smell of sex hung between us as Torin quickly pulled his pants back up and tucked his spent cock away before kneeling down next to me and gathering me in his arms. He pulled my head to his chest and stroked my hair away from my sweaty face, murmuring praises the entire time.
I relaxed fully into Torin and let a sigh of contentment escape as I nuzzled into his neck.
“How was it?” I whispered. He came, so it at least had to be decent—I didn’t expect to be the best he’d ever had, but I was damn certain I would work to take that place.
Torin lifted my head from the crook of his neck and kissed my lips, my nose, my cheeks. “You. Were. Amazing,” he said in between kisses. My cheeks pinked slightly with the praise. “Truly,” he declared with one last, hard kiss against my lips.
I lay back against his chest, toying with the coarse light-brown hair that spanned between his pecs.
“Tell me what’s been happening in Vespera?” Torin asked as he continued to stroke my back and head.
His touch was like an aphrodisiac, putting my body and mind in a trance-like state. I told him everything that he’d missed since our last conversation. He hummed and exclaimed at the right parts and asked probing questions where necessary.
He listened. He was interested. He wanted to know more about me, about my life. The power that he gave me from that action alone had me falling further down the hole of affection we’d created.
The magic in the sky writhed languidly, the humidity in the air less than normal, and the ever-present storm cleared for the first time ever. It almost felt like the sun would break through the grey clouds.
It was peaceful, and I wanted to stay in this moment forever.
“Your bracelets are gone,” Torin remarked as he stroked my bare wrist, his fingertips light as feathers against my skin. His touch sent goosebumps to pucker on my skin as arousal pooled in my belly once more.
Next time. Next time we’ll go further.
I was already concerned that we were running out of time here together, and I wanted to tell him about Fay.
“Yes,” I replied happily. “The Rune Master in Vespera was able to negate the magic and flow of it completely before opening them. She gave me this rune here”—I pointed to the waning rune on the crook of my elbow that was already starting to fade—“to help with the flow of my magic until I can master control of it.”
“And have you? Mastered it?”
I shook my head. “No, but I am working on it! I started classes at the Academy, much to Alois’ annoyance,”—Torin’s face darkened at his name, and I heard the faint boom of thunder in the distance—“but he can fuck off for all I care.”
Torin’s laugh was surprised and loud at my declaration. His fingers skimmed over my wrists to rest on my ring finger again.
“You don’t wear your wedding ring.” Not a question, just an observation.
“No,” I replied with a shrug. “I’m quite tired of being beholden to other people who don’t care enough about me to ask my feelings and opinions.
Besides, he only plays the role of husband when it benefits him.
I wear it if I’m called to his office or if we have some public outing, but those are few and far between. ”
Torin hummed softly. “I’d like to put my ring there, one day. It should’ve been my ring, anyway.”
I smiled softly at the wistfulness in his voice before kissing him once, twice, three times.
“One day,” I agreed, and his smile was small but sunny.
“Tell me about this Rune Master,” he switched topics as he adjusted his body into a more comfortable position.
“Her name is Faylinn—but everyone calls her Fay. She’s . . . brilliant,” I said in awe. “She knows more about Blood Magic and runes than anyone alive, I would bet. She’s so intelligent and fierce, yet kind and thoughtful too. I’m grateful to have her as a friend.”
“Sounds like someone you need in your corner,” Torin admitted, and I nodded.
I felt a twinge in my sternum, a yank back toward my corporeal form, and I sighed.
“I suppose this is it for a while again.” Already my mood was spiraling, the brief reprieve and happiness I felt evaporating as the reality of our situation took hold again.
Torin and I stood as the sky darkened once more, the thunder rumbling closer than before as the magic danced in agitation.
“I’ll see you so soon, Ell. We’re making plans to move, but we have to be careful about it.
Rumor has it that the gods are moving in the south, leaving a line of refugees and destruction in their wake.
Try and convince . . . your husband to allow the refugees inside Vespera.
It will be easier for me to sneak in that way. ”
I nodded my head, the heavy feeling of his hands in mine lightening with every second.
“Not much longer, sweetheart. Stay strong, learn to control your magic. We’ll be together soon.”
His words faded as our souls fled the Dreamscape, back to our bodies and the realities that awaited us.