32. Guildford #3
He gripped me more tightly, holding my back against the thick trunk of a tree as his fingers worked in and out of me, excruciatingly slow as his thumb ran circles over my clit.
I broke out in a sweat when he used his magic to stop me from coming, somehow holding me on that edge until I clutched at hair, then his chest.
I couldn’t stand it anymore and reached down rub my hand over his cock, which he pressed against my palm and groaned.
I fumbled to unbuckle his belt, unfastened the front of his trousers, and he pressed me harder against the tree, removing his fingers from me long enough to free his cock.
My mind hadn’t yet caught up when he angled all the way inside me.
I could feel him holding back, even now, trying to be gentle, or more gentle than he might’ve been.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, panting as my fingers clutched at his hair and shoulders. “I’m fine. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He let out a gruff laugh.
He arched into me with a touch more force, but I could still feel him holding back.
“You’re as touch-starved and deprived as I am, but you’re not ‘fine,’” he informed me with a gasp. His eyes met mine. “I might be enough of a prick to do this anyway, but I’m not going to hurt you, however enticing you happen to make yourself, wife.”
He rocked carefully up into me again, and both of us gasped as I clung to him.
I slid my arm out from under the strap of Miranda’s purple dress, baring one of my breasts, and his groan got heavier, right before he arched into me again.
“Fucking tease,” he groaned.
“I thought I was ‘wife’ now,” I said.
“You are,” he said shortly. “You’re my gorgeous, frustrating, sex-kitten of a wife, who knows exactly how much I’ve missed her, and loves to torture me for it.”
I shivered at his words.
“You like calling me wife,” I said to him softly.
I kissed his mouth, arching my body sensually against his to meet his thrust. He let out a low groan and I kissed him again, closing my eyes longer than a blink.
“You pretend it’s a joke, that it’s some sarcastic thing, or a pet name, but you really like it. Your magic reacts whenever you say it.”
“Yes,” he admitted, studying my eyes. “Do you really love me?”
I flinched at the blunt question. My fingers tightened on his chest and in his hair as I returned his stare, feeling my heart slam harder in my chest.
“Yes.” My throat closed. “Too much. You must have known that?”
Pain reached his eyes, but he didn’t answer.
His arm clasped me tighter, holding my back to the tree as he thrust into me again.
He held me up entirely with that arm now, the same one that wrapped under my thigh and bum so that his hand could grip my opposite hip.
I kissed his mouth when he found a heavier, slower rhythm that both of us liked, and he kissed me back, using his tongue as his magic flooded over me again.
He used his magic to stop me from climaxing again, even as his free hand slid between us, his thumb returning to my clit as he groaned against my neck.
I was so desperate to come by then, I bit him, hard, on the shoulder, bringing a deeper, heavier groan from his chest. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back as I sucked on his neck, probably leaving a bruise.
I felt the instant he lost control.
He rhythm sped up and grew less precise, and rougher, right before his magic abruptly stopped controlling mine.
It wrapped into me instead, nearly strangling my aura with a desperation that cut my breath.
I felt him all over me, flooding me with that presence and liquid fire from every part of his skin, especially anything that touched mine, including his cock, his thumb, his tongue, his lips, even his teeth.
I came so hard I think I blacked out.
When my vision slowly refocused, I saw light dots dancing in the foreground. He was leaning his jaw against my cheek, breathing hard as he continued to spasm into me.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He lowered his head, pressing his cheek against mine.
Then, abruptly, his head rose.
He went totally still.
I froze with him, stopping breathing as I listened, trying to hear or feel what he’d sensed. I heard nothing but the occasional night bird, and even most of those were eerily silent.
When I looked at him, he held his finger to his lips, and I nodded, feeling my heart hammering painfully in my chest, this time not because of the sex.
He slid out of me and, without doing up his pants, or pulling down my dress, he went high up into his magic. I was so close to him, I could feel exactly what he did.
Later, I would be shocked by the simplicity of it.
He focused on a memory from his childhood. I felt the darkness of it, the roiling grief and terror. I heard screaming, felt a heart-stopping panic go through him––
Everything flashed white around us.
The space around me changed.
I stumbled out of the forest and off that hill and into someplace that felt closed, stuffy, but also warmer.
Bones still held me in his arm when I first found myself standing in the dark of this new place.
The air smelled different, less fresh and windblown, but also less tainted with smoke.
Bones’s arm released me before I’d managed to focus my eyes.
I stumbled backwards, losing my balance the instant he let go.
He didn’t speak, didn’t wait, didn’t try to catch me.
His tall form melted instantly back into the same wall from which we’d emerged. I gasped out my held breath, trying to reach for him, but he was already disappearing. I saw the wall glow white around his hair and eyes…
And then he was gone.