Chapter 20 #2
I wrap my hands around her thighs and carry her toward the bedroom. I could put her on the counter, finish what we started in her own kitchen, but I need her in my bed. If she doesn't stay, at least I'll have the memories. Her scent might fade and her aura will vanish, but I'll remember.
As I lay her down, she clings to me and I have to peel her fingers from my arms. I hook my thumbs in her waistband and stop.
“Do not stop,” she says, picking up her hips.
“First, you need to know that fucking you will cure you. I wasn't going to…I mean, I didn't want to—” I huff. “You needed to know.”
“I don't really care whether or not it'll cure me.” She sits up and grabs a fistful of my shirt. “I just want to forget the world exists for a bit. And I want to do that with you.”
I don't fully believe her, yet I can't stop myself from capturing her lips.
She moans as she inches closer to press her hips to mine.
I grind into her as I devour her. Or maybe she's devouring me.
Honestly, I'll take whatever I can get. Being with her has woken me up in a way I never thought possible.
She rips her mouth away and gasps for air. “Magic.”
I lean forward only to jolt back again. “What?”
Her black pupils bleed out, overtaking the bright blue of her irises. “The debt. Spellsick. Time.”
“Clara?” I grab her face and brush my thumbs over her cheekbones. “Come back to me.”
She blinks, revealing her bright blue eyes once more. “I'm here. I just...the book. I think I'm spellsick because of the book.”
I shake my head, but don't dispute her claim.
The thing is probably just a conduit, not the actual cause.
Could her malevolent spellbook actually be at fault?
Maybe. It's more likely because of her transition to Hell.
It might be because I refuse to tell her about being soulbound to one another.
Whichever it is, she'll continue to get sick until she's in agony. I can't let that happen.
“Clara…”
“It's fine. You said it'd be fine. I just...I figured it out.”
I'm caught in the radiance of her smile.
It's captivating and I realize how fucked I truly am.
She wraps her fingers around my wrists and tugs me closer.
I can't resist her, especially when she seals her lips to mine.
I fall into her kiss as my shadows swirl around us.
All my doubts fade into the background in the wake of my desire for her.
I will my shadows into claws and swipe at her clothing.
Before long, the fabric falls away, revealing her smooth skin.
My own clothes end up vanishing and she gasps into my mouth.
I should slow down, ease her into this and give her time to change her mind.
My magic has a mind of its own, though. My shadows are everywhere—digging into her flesh, playing with her nipples, and delving between her legs.
She whimpers, her hips lifting toward me. Her wetness brushes my tip and I groan.
“Easy, little witch,” I growl. “I'm barely holding on.”
Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and she snarls, “Let go.”
It's all the permission I need and I plunge into her. Her head tips back, back arching, a cry on her lips. I hesitate when I'm deep inside her to give her time to adjust. She whines, desperately trying to force me to move. I'm still riding the edge, yet I find the strength to wait.
A chuckle leaves me and her eyes fly open. “Need something, Clara?” I brush my lips over hers and her teeth snap together, barely missing my flesh.
“You're killing me, Omen.”
“Killing you? No,” I murmur. “I'm saving you.”
I pull out, leaving just the tip in her, then thrust again. I repeat the move, slower each time, though it's driving me as feral as it is her. Eventually, my control will snap, but not yet. She gasps with every move, then shudders as I grind into her, making sure she feels all my piercings.
When I pull out completely, a strangled cry leaves her. She sputters out some choice words that would make a lesser demon blush.
“And you say I have a dirty mouth,” I mutter, then flip her onto her stomach. She mumbles something into the pillow, cussing or begging, it doesn't really matter.
I grip her hips and pull her onto her knees. Tendrils of my shadows steal across her body and delve between her legs. The longer I'm in Hell, the stronger my magic becomes. With the heightened sensations, I feel every stroke, every shudder, every pulse deep within me.
Clara mumbles something, then pops her head to the side and gasps, “More.”
A low growl leaves me and I plunge into her. Both my shadows and my cock fill her up and I groan. The sound mingles with her moans, driving me on. With each thrust, she squeezes around my shaft, bringing me closer to the edge. She pushes back every time I surge into her.
Fire ignites within me and flames engulf my arms, then ripple to my fingers. Clara spasms when the blaze reaches her flesh. They flicker from yellow to orange to blue. A brilliant blue I've seen reflected in her eyes. I dig my fingers into her flesh, then pull out once more.
She slams her hand onto the bed. “What in the actual—”
I flip her around again, and she glares up at me. “I need to watch you come.”
Her mouth parts as she blinks up at me. I cover her body with my own and bury my cock into her once more. A soft oh falls from her lips and I capture the sound. The thread between us tightens with each thrust.
My magic spins out of control, shadows whipping around us and creating a firestorm overhead. Sparks fall from the dense clouds and sizzle as they hit my skin. When they land on Clara, they flare a bright blue—tiny flames flickering across her flesh.
Her hand slips between us, and I push to my knees. Between her moaning my name, her fingers circling her clit, and my cock disappearing into her, I'm close to losing it. She spasms around my length, sending me hurtling into oblivion. Her cries echo around us and I shudder out my release.
I collapse onto her, careful to keep my weight from crushing her.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and tucks her head into my neck.
I flip to my back, taking her with me. She settles on my chest, then spasms around my cock, still buried deep in her.
It wouldn't take much for me to recover and take her all over again.
She yawns, grinding any thoughts of round two to a halt. I may not know a lot about being spellsick, but I do know she needs rest. As her breathing evens out, I kiss the top of her head. She mumbles something in her sleep and I tighten my hold on her.
I realize this might be the last time she'll be in my arms. If things go the way I expect they will, she'll go home soon and I'll have to adjust my existence once more.
I'll never revert to who I was before I met her.
I wouldn't want to. I shove the thoughts away, unwilling to sully the last few moments I have with her.