Chapter 60
Torin
“He’s just through here, my lady.” Felix’s voice was muffled by the thick wooden door, and I sat up abruptly from lounging on my bed at the honorific he used.
There is only one “lady” in Vespera . . .
My heart thumped erratically at the prospect of Ellowyn standing just outside my door.
“Thank you.” Her soft, sweet voice filtered into the room as Felix cracked the door open.
I sprang from the bed and wrenched the door the rest of the way before bundling Ellowyn into my arms. She hit my chest with a small “oomph” before she giggled and wrapped her arms around my torso.
I pushed my nose into her hair, inhaling her lavender scent as I peppered kisses against the crown of her head.
“I missed you,” I whispered reverently. Ellowyn’s arms squeezed my middle tighter as she pressed a kiss to the hollow of my collarbone.
“I missed you.” Her confession was a broken plea, and I tucked her head against my shoulder. Felix and I made eye contact over Ellowyn’s slightly shaking form and I gave him a grateful nod. He’d been on the lookout for her the last few days so as to not raise suspicion if I was looking for her.
“I’ll give you two some time and stand guard,” he said softly, something wistful in his brown eyes before he left the room.
The door clicked shut quietly and I maneuvered Ellowyn and I to my bed so she was lying next to me, tucked tightly into my side.
“I saw my parents,” she said, her voice muffled by my chest. I frowned as I pulled her away from my body just enough to see her face.
“Your parents?”
She nodded. “They’re in the dungeons beneath the Academy. They’re . . . not who I thought they were.”
Most of my interactions were with Peytor and her father when we were planning the rebellion in Hestin, so I was surprised to see her speak so disparagingly about them.
“They had suspicions about me, about my powers,” she admitted hesitantly as she dashed tears from her eyes. “Apparently they just wanted to use me as some sort of pawn, a play for power.”
Ellowyn whispered the last part, and I kissed away her tears.
“Everyone just wants to use me, Torin. Everyone. My parents, my husband”—I growled at the term—“I don’t know what’s real,” she lamented.
“I’m real,” I whispered brokenly. “This is real.” I placed her palm over my racing heart as I bent my head to kiss her lightly. Ellowyn sighed against my lips as they parted for me, our tongues languidly dancing together.
“Let me worship you,” I pleaded on a whisper.
A keening sound rose from Ellowyn’s chest at my plea, and I felt her body relax under mine, even before she uttered the words I longed to hear.
“Yes,” she breathed. Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal glittering, grey eyes that I swore held the secrets to the universe.
My lips twitched into a genuine smile, my first since arriving in Vespera. I needed her with me—needed her to ground and center me. Ellowyn was my world, and I spun about her axis.
All tentativeness released from her muscles with my rare show of joy.
“Will you claim me tonight, Torin? Make me feel wanted for who I am and not what I can offer you?” Ellowyn whispered as she shakily tugged at the tunic tucked into my pants. I halted her movements by laying one of my hands over the top of hers.
Her hands froze where they rested against the bare skin of my lower abdomen, just above the waist of my pants, and I inadvertently sucked in a breath at her casual touch. My skin was on fire where her fingers brushed my hardened muscle, and I felt my cock grow hard immediately.
I experimentally rocked my hips, pressing my erection against her lower belly. Ellowyn’s eyes widened with the movement, and a small gasp escaped her lips as a red flush encased her neck and cheeks.
“I will do whatever you want and need me to do, Ell. I told you before and I will tell you again, every hour of every day, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.
You are mine, and I am yours. Whatever you need, whatever you want, you have.
If you want me to erase his touch with my own, to show you how valued and cherished you are, to worship you for however long we have, then you need only say the word, sweetheart.
My heart, my body, everything that I am is yours. ”
A sheen clouded her eyes, a lone tear escaping to snake down the side of her head and tangle with her white-blonde curls.
“Yes.” She nodded her head, hands already moving to tug at my pants. “Yes, that’s what I want, Torin. I am yours. I think I’ve always been yours.”
Her admission said with so much conviction snapped the hold on my restraint and I matched her fervor with my own, tearing at her clothes and mine until we were both naked on the too-small bed.
I hovered over her, my cock jutting from between my legs obscenely as a bead of clear fluid wept from the tip to drip onto her exposed stomach. She laid frozen beneath me, either afraid to move or caught in the same spell I was.
Ellowyn was a vision beneath me. Taught muscles covered by miles of smooth, creamy skin that was tanned in places her tunic didn’t cover. Her breasts were a small handful with perky rose nipples, already hard from my perusal.
“Torin,” Ellowyn pleaded on a whisper, but I took my time admiring the goddess trapped between my legs.
“Let me look, Ell. Let me see all of you.”
“You do, Torin, you do see all of me,” she admitted quietly, and I knew she wasn’t just talking about her naked form beneath me.
Ellowyn trusted me with all of her secrets, her innermost desires—laid herself bare for my perusal and approval in more ways than one.
“You are perfect,” I said, reaching down to cup her breasts with both hands. A low moan escaped her plush lips as I kneaded her flesh, my eyes trailing down her expansive stomach to the apex of her thighs.
Her pussy was open and swollen, and I could practically smell her arousal.
“Is this for me?” I asked, removing one hand from her breast to gently stroke the outside of her lower lips. Ellowyn nodded her head fervently as she bucked her hips, seeking further contact.
I obliged, letting the tip of my finger slip between her lips to stroke her clit. She mewled at the touch, her hips frantically searching for me.
My thumb replaced my finger, rubbing gentle circles on her clit as my finger trailed lower, through her arousal to reach her opening. I thrust just my fingertip inside and groaned at the feeling of being inside her, of her inner walls clamping on my finger, trying to milk it as if it were my cock.
“How does that feel, Ell? Good enough?” I taunted darkly, and Ellowyn growled in protest.
“Stop teasing me, Torin. I’m not sure how much time we have and I want to be with you, for you to make me yours. So either make me come and get inside me, or leave,” she bit out.
I chuckled at her sexually frustrated tirade.
“Oh, I’ll make you come, Ellowyn. You don’t need to worry about that,” I placated, thrusting my finger into her pussy as I spoke. She sighed as I gently stretched her walls before adding a second finger, making sure that she was comfortable the entire time.
“Touch me,” I commanded, gesturing to her open hands. “Touch me while I make you come.”
She reached out tentatively, her body already shivering with her impending climax, before wrapping her warm palm around my painfully hard erection.
I groaned loudly when she swept her thumb over the tip of my dick, gathering the precum there before spreading it down my shaft. Her grip was light, almost playful, and I thrust eagerly into her hand in time with my finger in her pussy.
Within minutes, I felt her walls begin to flutter around my fingers as wetness coated them further, making a slick sound that echoed throughout the room.
My thumb rubbed three quick circles on her clit at the same time I plunged my fingers deep inside her cunt, searching for that magical spot.
Ellowyn’s eyes slammed shut, her hand tightening around my erection as she came with a soft cry, her walls contracting desperately around my fingers.
After a moment, she relaxed against the bed with a sated smile, her hand falling from my cock.
“Open your eyes, Ell,” I coaxed as I moved down her body to notch my cock at her entrance. They fluttered open again, all of the earlier shadows chased away completely, leaving nothing but warmth. “I want to watch you as I enter you the first time.”
Her breath caught in her chest, but she pulled her eyes open wider, fighting against the urge to close them as I slowly pushed inside her for the first time. Ellowyn’s lips parted on a gasp as I slowly thrust, letting her pussy adjust to the size of my cock.
“There you go. Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered against her mouth as I bent to take her lips in a kiss. She nodded against me.
“Yes. It feels perfect, it feels right.”
I groaned at her admission, my hips beginning to piston faster as I lost myself in the feel of her. My hips swiveled and ground against her pubic bone, stimulating her clit as I angled myself to hit that spot inside her again.
Ellowyn’s breath came in rapid pants, her pupils blown wide as a sheen of sweat covered both of us.
“This feels . . .” I trailed off, having no words for how it felt to be inside her; to feel her walls flutter around me, to hear the wet sounds of sex as our hips met each other in a frantic dance.
“I know,” she moaned, digging her nails into my back. Ellowyn’s muscles tightened before she threw her head back on a scream that I swallowed with a kiss.
“Fuck, Ell, fuck,” I whispered against her lips, my hips thrusting hard and erratically. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Then come, Torin. Come in me. Mark me as yours,” she whispered, eyes never leaving mine. Those words coming from her kiss-swollen lips did me in and I came with a muffled groan, burying my face into her shoulder.
My dick twitched as I spent myself completely in her pussy, my release already leaking out to cover both of us.
“I’ll get you a towel,” I mumbled, moving to push myself off Ellowyn, but her arms and legs banded around my torso.
“No,” she said. “I want to feel you in me for as long as I can.”
My cock twitched again at her words.
“Godsdamn, woman. You don’t know what that does to me,” I groaned into her neck as she giggled.
Eventually I rolled off her, my dick slipping through our combined releases, and I watched in fascination as it slowly oozed from her center, coating her lips and thighs.
“You look like mine,” I admitted on a low growl as her hand lazily caressed my hair.
“That’s because I am yours,” she said softly before rolling so she could lay against my chest.
Ellowyn traced soft circles against my chest as my hand caressed the skin on her arm.
“Tell me about the Academy,” she said.
I blew out a breath and pushed my sweaty hair from my forehead.
“It’s been . . . interesting.”
“How so?”
“The cadets have discerned my previous heritage as Cael in the Matriarch’s army. There are some understandably hard feelings. Navigating the threats and jeers has been exhausting, but it’s not anything I can’t handle.”
“Maybe my presence will help with that?” Ellowyn offered.
How was she still so sweet after everything? Thinking of me before her own reputation.
I kissed her forehead in thanks.
“I think it’s best if we keep our distance for now,” I whispered and felt her stiffen in response, her ministrations ceasing.
“What? Why?”
I tightened my hold on her as she tried to squirm away. “It’s not that I don’t want to be associated with you, Ellowyn. Gods, it’s the only thing I really do want. But you’re already married to Lord d’Refan. If you’re seen with me, cavorting with me, starting a friendship with me—”
“We’re well past friendship, Torin,” she said dryly, and I chuckled.
“That we are, my love. But my point stands. You have a reputation to maintain and it’s not one that I can ruin.
Not if you want to do any good here while you can.
” I didn’t mention that my goal was to get her out of Vespera before she even had that chance.
She’d be able to do good, it would just be by my side as my queen.
“Okay,” she whispered into my chest, nuzzling close. “If that’s what you think is best.”
“I do, sweetheart. But I don’t like it.”
Felix softly knocked on the door before peeping his head inside. Reflexively, I covered Ellowyn’s naked body with my own, even though I had nothing to fear with the older Pleasure Mage.
“Time is up, my lady,” he said softly, and I felt Ellowyn tense under me. “You have a few minutes before your husband will come looking for you in your room. You should be there by then.”
He paused, waiting for Ellowyn’s response.
“Thank you, Felix,” she said, tiredness lacing her tone.
Felix nodded once. “My purpose is fulfilled. May Fate guide and keep you,” he intoned cryptically before closing the door.
Ellowyn and I dressed in tense silence. Once we were clothed again, I grabbed her face in both of my hands and brought her mouth to mine in a searing kiss.
“I’ll see you soon, my queen,” I mumbled against her lips before kissing her once more. “I’ll see you soon.”
Ellowyn wiped her eyes before physically shaking the vestiges of her pleasure away as she donned the mask of Elyria’s future queen.
Soon, my love. Soon you won’t have to wear that, and we can just be.