Chapter 18
Loose Ends
The chilled air in my room leaves a frosty breath on my lips. The whistling wind draws my attention as my eyes try to adjust from their sleepy state. Holy crap it's cold. Why is my window up?
I start to stand, but I'm pinned in a blur of motion as a body sweeps over mine and a hand squeezes my throat. I scream out, unable to fully focus my still blurry eyes to see my attacker.
No one comes to investigate, and I see the glowing blue eyes of the night stalker straddling me, pinning me to the bed. He laughs with a familiar chime, and I shiver from more than the cold now.
Isolis. No!
"Scream all you want to, witch," he taunts. "They can't hear you. They're resting in a deep sleep. You can thank my dreamer for that. They'll die soon, but I wanted to start with you. And damn you smell good. I think I'll take my time."
With my sight finally clear, I see his dark hair lined up in a military style. His dark smile plays on his lips. The broad shoulders remind me more of a lycan than a night stalker. All I know is I want him off me.
Tears seep through the sheet under my head as the wet trails stream down. I struggle, but he subdues my power by using his dark strength. How did he get past my barrier?
If a dreamer has been here, all the dark magic has been sedated into a deep sleep. A dreamer is pointless on light magic, but what in the hell are they doing working with a night stalker? They hate night stalkers almost as much as witches.
Who am I to talk?
I cry harder, each breath riddled with unintelligible sounds as I try to escape his touch, praying to free my magic from his hold.
"Struggle, witch. I love a good fight."
"Let me go, and I'll give you the fight of your life," I growl, trying to find leverage to push against him, but it's impossible.
Physically, I'm beyond outmatched by the immortal. Without my powers, I'm just as helpless as a human girl.
"Just one taste of your blood on my lips, and you'll be mine. I'll let you love every second of it before I make you scream in pain. I told you I'd find you. You might have masked your scent and hidden your true face, but I'm no fool. There's always a way. Lucky for me, I know all the right people to ask."
I fight ineffectively beneath him, tasting bile in the back of my throat when I feel his length pressed against me. The tears only feel hotter as they drip in a continuous flow.
"Cry, witch. Scream for me. Make this fun."
As his cold hand starts climbing up my gown, the flow of my tears quickens. Before he reaches a point of no return, the door to my room bursts open, and the night stalker is launched off me by a stream of red energy.
I gasp out for fresh air, quickly facing my savior to see Dice. He launches another red stream, but Isolis dodges it, diving on top of him. An incubus is no match for a night stalker.
Now that I'm free, I don't waste time. I launch my powers, letting them roar free with a vengeance. The silver orbs fly from my hands, bringing with it the dark intoxication of my deadly power.
The orbs strike the night stalker without mercy, launching him through the railing on the second floor and sending him to the first floor before he knows what's going on. I hear his wheezed breaths singing to me with the melody of death's promise.
"What the fuck?" Dice almost whispers to himself, stunned by the show of power.
I step over him, letting my darkness sink to my core as I move down the stairs - a slow, steady, suspenseful stride in place. Isolis sputters, gargling blood, drowning in his own red stain as I stalk toward him.
His body has absorbed the ruthless power inside of me that burns stronger with each use. He's not as strong as Castine. I'll kill him with ease.
"You bitch!" he spews, coughing out more of his red demise. "I'll-"
He stops as the deadly smirk appears on my lips. "All you'll do is die."
Fear cloaks his face as he suddenly becomes ashen by the infection of it. I don't know what he sees in me right now, but I love the power of fear.
"It's you. You'll fucking kill us all!"
Before he can rant on, I strike him with one last silver orb, showing my father's power as it surges freely from my fingertips. Dice drops down from the second floor, and I almost strike him before the high subsides as quickly as it came. Just as it always does.
I stagger to the ground, my whole body shaking, and he rushes to my side.
"For a second there, I thought you were going to take me out," he murmurs while scooping me up.
"For a second there, I was. The darkness... it comes with the power. Sorry."
"You just killed a night stalker that was seconds away from killing me. How the hell does a mortal witch do that?"
I groan as I look around at the damage my poor house has suffered, and then I use the magic from my light half to tidy it up. As if it's important.
The shattered pieces of my stairway suddenly shift back to form a pristine line, and the remnants of the splintered coffee table swirl in a small cyclone until reforming the rectangular wooden piece of furniture.
"Are you going to answer me?" Dice prompts, staring at me very intensely.
I decide to go with nonchalance, dismissal, and a touch of deflection. "I come from a strong bloodline. The better question is how did they get past my barrier? More to the point, how did you get past my barrier?"
"Ah," he says with a smug grin while putting me down and letting me walk on my own again. "They never knew I had been banished to sleep outside in the cold car. I heard your screams. It's a good thing your house isn't soundproof. Once I woke up, I saw the dreamer walking out. I didn't know what he was at the time, but I used my powers of persuasion to dig it out. Good thing he wasn't immune to my charms the way you are. He gave me this very happily-" he hands me a small black stone "-before I tore his throat out. I wish night stalkers weren't so hard to charm. They feel some of our influence, but they're too strong to control for long."
My mind flashes back to the masquerade ball. Kane did feel the seductive air, but he walked away, which was something I couldn't do at all. Gage wouldn't have fought it off if Thad hadn't walked in on us.
"What is this?" I ask while staring at the smooth stone that doesn't appear to be any more special than a common piece of gravel.
"Beats me. It worked though. I walked right in without any problem. Do you have any juice of any kind?"
I tilt my head, confused by his request. "Orange juice. Why?"
"Because I killed the dreamer, so we'll have to wake the others ourselves. I'll also need lavender, coffee beans, and your blood."
"My blood?" I ask, pulling my arms in protectively.
"Yep. You're the owner of this house - the house in which the power to subdue them was used. Ownership means a lot in magic. Or we can wait a few days for the magic to wear off."
Apparently my blood will be spilled again tonight.
"Fine. Take my blood and work a potion."
He staggers slightly, showing a point of weakness, before regaining his balance.
"You're hurt," I murmur while examining him a little closer.
"I'm fine. It takes a lot out of me to throw out enough energy to take down a night stalker. Not to mention, even though I was carrying that stone, crossing your barrier took a lot of my strength as well."
"How exactly do you feed?" I ask curiously as he slowly follows me to the kitchen.
"I usually put food in my mouth," he playfully retorts.
"Ha. Not what I meant. I was talking about how do you feed your incubus power? I know what you feed on, but I don't know how it works. Night stalkers, changers, and lycans drink blood. Dark angels and angels need to absorb energy from the air. Witches and warlocks need contact with the earth... How do you feed?"
"How do you think I feed?" he chuckles out.
"Sex?" I squeak.
"Not sex. I just draw in your sexual energy. Just like you felt back at that masquerade ball." A smile plays on his lips as he gathers all of his ingredients for his concoction.
"Oh. Then take mine. I'm sure I've got some rattling around in me somewhere." I sure as hell don't want it.
He laughs ferociously hard, and then he shakes his head. "You're glowing with sexual energy, but it's hard to draw anything at all from you. Like I mentioned earlier, you're immune. When you're pissed, or almost fucking someone, then I can draw."
As crude and blush-worthy as that comment is, I ignore it.
"What if I give it to you willingly? Before, I was resisting. Let's see what happens when I hand it over."
A new smile spreads, one of intrigue and excitement.
"Okay."
He walks over and pulls my hand in his. I feel a stir, but there's still no sexual draw. He leans over and pulls my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, and a shiver follows. Still, there's nothing really tugging at me to do anything.
In a breath, his aura reads red - the vibrant red of an incubus. He's letting me see his magic in his aura. That's shocking.
"Did it work?" I ask curiously.
He grips the counter, struggling to find composure, and I'm starting to worry I've hurt him.
"It worked. Damn did it work. I don't know if I've ever tasted so much power course through me at once."
I smile and then poke my finger to draw blood. "Now make the potion."
He looks at me curiously while bringing my pricked finger over a glass vial. He presses the tip of my finger to the edge to let the blood slowly drip.
"That kiss should have been your undoing. You gave me what I needed, but you still denied my power over you. I wonder if you could do that to others... such as night stalkers."
"You saw what Isolis was doing to me. I couldn't use my power, so I have no ability to hold them out."
"That you know of," he says as if he's finishing my sentence that I thought was complete. "Your whole life you've been warned of a night stalker's influence over you. My kind rarely messes with witches simply because we fear the wrath. You were most likely never warned about me, so you never thought I had any power over you. I bet you're the only thing holding you back. You should study that further."
He pours in the lavender extract and then pulls the coffee beans in his hands. A small crunch in his fist turns the beans into ground powder. I watch as he mixes in the orange juice, and then a bubbling steam comes from the vial.
"What's going on?"
He smiles as he places the vial in the center of the bar, and then he leans back, seeming pleased.
"It's working."
Dray's the first one out of his first-floor bedroom. Rubbing his head as though it aches, he takes in the scene. Isolis is still collapsed on the floor, his endless flow of blood still pouring out of his gaping, charred wounds.
Before he can ask the question on the tip of his tongue, Gage materializes in the room, kneeling before the dead night stalker. Kane follows quickly with Zee on his heels.
"What the hell?" Kane gripes.
"Isolis broke in, a dreamer knocked you guys out, and then they both died, thanks to Dice."
Dice looks at me, his eyes questioning why I just held out on the whole truth.
"Yeah," he says uneasily before turning to meet the scrutinizing eyes of the guys.
"How the hell did any of them get in? And since when is an incubus strong enough to take down a night stalker as old as Isolis?" Gage grumbles, quickly coming to my side at the exact same time as Kane.
They both start inspecting me, searching for damage, but I shrug them off.
"I'm fine," I grouse while heading over to stand beside Dray. "They got in using this," I continue, holding out the black stone.
I intentionally ignored the latter question. I don't feel like telling them I killed Isolis. Too many questions will arise. Dray and Gage know where I come from, but they don't know the strength I truly hold.
"Shit," Dray growls as he stares at the stone.
"What? You know what it is?"
He looks at me, his face too serious. "Yes. I'm surprised you don't. These are Crescent stones. Not like the shape, but like the old coven. The first coven ever to form was the Crescent. They were light, but they had a tainted edge. They were killed by the council when they committed treason. Do you know what that treason was?"
Old stories and cautionary tales swirl around and stir my memories, evoking the fables I heard as a child.
"I thought the Crescent coven was more of an urban legend to remind the light to behave. Didn't they side with the dark about something?" I ask, more than likely looking like the confused girl I am.
"They didn't merely side with the dark, they helped them. During one of the wars, there was a debate about a witch - one with too much power. The light wanted to imprison her, keep her locked away until they knew how to deal with her. The dark wanted to kill her before she gained immortality - before she was too strong to take down. This girl was prophesied to make Drackus look like a rookie, though Drackus became much stronger than they ever thought possible.
"In an effort to keep the mortal witch safe, the light barricaded her with their protective shield. The problem was the Crescent coven sided with the dark. Not for the fearful reasons the dark shared, but because they didn't want to risk someone stronger than them rising to power.
"They drew ten stones from the Well of Eternity, and they blessed them with their light touch mingled with a dark glaze. No one truly understood the well's power until then, and no other coven was ever strong enough to duplicate their collective power. The stones allowed the dark users access through the barrier, and they stormed the council chambers.
"The girl was tortured first. It's a lengthy process to send someone to purgatory, and that's where they wanted her. The light made it to them though and the dark were forced to spill her blood prematurely before they could conclude the process.
"The massacre that ensued is what prompted the truce between all councils. It was a bloodbath and it stole the lives of more light and dark users than any other battle in history. The stones were offered up as a sign of good faith from the dark. The light took them, supposedly disposed of them, but there were rumors of five being taken before they could be destroyed.
"The Crescent coven was brutally executed for their part, and their spirits were cast into purgatory for all eternity. If this stone is in the possession of someone like Isolis, it's because a member of the light gave it to him. The only person who could have taken those stones away from the light is a member of the light."
Gage once told me he suspected someone from the light was behind my mother's disappearance. His eyes catch mine as he thinks back to that same conversation.
"It would have had to be the person who was supposed to dispose of them, otherwise the light would have warned everyone," I quickly interject, looking to solve the mystery behind Isolis's alliance.
Gage lets out a derisive snort while coming to my side. "You know as well as I do that's bullshit. The light would have done all they could to conceal that secret. That's why there were only mere rumors. The person disposing of them was probably killed just for being a suspect; when in all actuality, they would have been the one to bring it to the council's attention that five were missing."
Crap. That makes sense. Why do I suddenly feel so naive for trusting my people for so long?
"So Isolis was working with someone from the light? Is it possible this is all linked to who took my mother?"
Kane grips his head as he plops down on my sofa. I walk over to sit beside him - leaving a safe gap. To make things a little awkward, Gage comes to sit down on my other side - not leaving a gap.
His arm crosses over my shoulders, but I don't brush it away. Right now, I'll take a little comfort. In fact, I want to talk to him. If they killed that witch because of how powerful they thought her to be, what would they do if they knew about me?
Kane glowers at Gage's contact with me, but the dark user doesn't acknowledge him.
"What was her name?" I ask, looking to Dray for the answer.
"Whose name?"
"The witch they slaughtered."
"Oh. It was Sylvia. The most tragic part of it all, she wasn't even the witch they thought she was. At most, she would have been as strong as a medium-level light user."
"What?" I gasp.
"Unfortunately it's true. They later traced her bloodlines to learn that it wasn't her. They only thought she was the child from the lost daughter of Estella. The light secretly wanted to keep her safe in case the lost child of Dragona and Damon came to power one day."
My head is hurting again for a whole new set of reasons.
"Estella? Dragona? Damon?"
"They really don't teach you much about tragic history, do they?" Gage asks while kissing the side of my head.
"That's another story for another time. We need to focus on the witch who is after you and Kane, and then we'll go back to the light alliance connected to Isolis," Dray continues, his paternal tone ringing out.
"So, do I at least get to stay in the house now?" Dice asks, his old English accent becoming more pronounced.
Everyone chuckles lightly at that.
"Sure. I'll even let you have my room. I don't want to be in that bed anymore."
I shiver at how close I came to being touched by the hands of the night stalker still dead on my floor.
"What? What happened on the bed?" Kane and Gage both ask in unison.
Crap. I didn't mean to bring that part up.
"Nothing. He didn't do anything. It's just a creepy room with a creepy tale now. Dice got there before he could touch me."
"Fuck," Kane gripes before slapping the table.
"I'll get rid of our rotting corpses," Dray says while standing. "I've got the perfect dumping ground."
"I'm going to bed," Dice chimes in.
The room fills up with a black fog as Dray disappears, carrying Isolis's body with him. I don't know where Dice left the body of the dreamer, but I'm sure Dray will find it, too.
"I'm going to crash as well," Zee chirps, offering Kane a wink before heading up the stairs.
It's after three now. I'm tired, but now that I know my barricade isn't as safe as I once thought, I don't want to go to sleep.
"You can take my bed," Kane says softly. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"No. I'll stay on the couch," I sigh out while walking over to the stack of books Gage brought back from Drackus's.
They're all on spirits and rituals for calling spirits.
"Alyssa, take a bed. You can have either of ours," Gage grumbles while leaning up and resting his elbows on his knees.
"I'll be fine. I want to stay awake anyway. A bed will do me no good."
They both look so amazing, their eyes showing me their sincere concern. Kane stands and walks over to brush my hair from my face.
"Do you want to stay awake because you're scared? If so, I'll stay up and keep an eye out. A dreamer can't knock us out if we're awake. You can get some sleep."
A dreamer has nothing to do with it. Too much shit happens when my eyes are closed.
"Dreamers are a rarity, and I thought they were all on our side - light I mean. I'm just worried about the other four stones out there. Plus, I want to see if I can figure out which spirit this blond imposter is trying to summon."
"That's impossible," Gage sighs out. "All lives can turn into spirits unless sentenced to purgatory. They become trapped in the plane of the undead until called upon by someone. What we need to focus on are the powerful immortal spirits that can be summoned via three sacrificial slayings. That still doesn't narrow it down, but we can at least get a feel for what kind of immortal spirit we'll be facing. Each spirit has to be killed a different way. The body they possess is mortal, but the spirit keeps it immortal, offering it an undead life."
Undead life? That's an oxymoron if I've ever heard one.
"How do we know it's a three- killing-ritual?" I ask while sitting down on the chair.
Kane answers. "Because of the way Thad was killed. Each ritual requires the deaths to be done in a certain way."
Massaging my temples, I use my magic to open the book in my lap.
"Give it to me," Kane says while taking the book away. "I'll go through the book. You go get some sleep."
"No. I want to go through it. I don't want to sleep."
Kane huffs out, groaning as he grips his head; but he nods. "Fine. If anything else happens tonight, make sure you wake my ass up before a dreamer gets to me."
I half smile, the forced feeling not giving him much comfort. He kisses my forehead before walking away, reluctantly leaving me with Gage.
"Can I stay up with you?" he asks, giving me his best seductive smile.
"No. Don't make me have the same argument with you that I just had with Kane."
He frowns, but doesn't say anything else. He starts to leave when Dice emerges from above, walking back down the stairs.
"So much for sleeping. The energy buzzing in my veins is apparently like drinking fourteen pots of coffee. Anyone up for a game?"
He switches on the game system Zee bought, and Gage narrows his eyes before pulling my hand in his.
"You're sleeping in my room. I'm not leaving you alone with him."
Dice laughs. "Chill out. She's immune to my charms, and I did just save her life."
He saved more than my life.
"I still don't trust you," Gage grumbles.
Before I can argue, Gage's arms are around me, vaporizing me before materializing us in his new room.
"Gage, Dice isn't going to touch me."
"Damn right he's not. Just get in bed. You need sleep. Dice is staying up, so he'll be ready and on alert."
I sigh out, realizing how sleepy I truly am the more I come down from my adrenaline high.
"Fine, but stay on your side."
He smiles while pulling his shirt off, revealing his perfect upper body. The numerous symbols tattooed on him remind me the dangers of his affiliation with the Somage. The rippled, lean-muscled, toned perfection of his body leaves my mouth watering like a fool with no self-control.
He smirks when he catches my wandering eyes, and then he lies down on the far side of the bed.
"I promise I won't touch you."
He pulls the sheet over him, stopping it at his waist, and then he stares up at the ceiling while placing his hands behind his head. I get in beside him, careful to leave a substantial amount of space between us.
"Gage?"
He looks at me, possibly fearful of what I might say, and murmurs, "Yeah?"
I sigh out heavily, the weight of the night pressing down on me.
"What happens when they find out where I'm from and how powerful I'm meant to become? Will they panic the way they did with Sylvia?"
His eyes soften, genuine compassion seeping out.
"I won't let anything happen. You'd be surprised to find out how powerful I actually am. Don't worry about stuff like that."
"Why were they so freaked out? What did they think she could do?" I ask, still worried, despite him telling me not to be.
He sighs out, a burden tainting his breath. "They thought her to be more than a witch. Something completely different they didn't know how to respond to."
Something more than a witch?
"What did they think she was?"
"A new but old creature. A long time ago, there were some entities that roamed the earth with more power than they could rightfully control. Without control, you have power-mad beings capable of mass destruction with no remorse.
"Freya - the strongest of these creatures - did have control. She also had two daughters - two witches. One was Estella and one was Dragona. Estella was pure light, and Dragona was pure dark. As you've learned, just because your energy is dark, it doesn't mean you're dark. Until Dragona met Damon, she was as sweet a person as one could imagine.
"After meeting Damon, she lost herself to the darkness of his heart. A self-proclaimed imperialist, Damon went after the throne. Only one who controlled all pieces of magic could be entitled to the throne. Freya was that sort of power. The throne was hers until Damon used Dragona to overthrow her. Freya wouldn't fight back against her own child and Dragona slay her mother in the very castle she and Damon seized control of.
"Long story short, Dragona and Damon ruled with fear until Estella was forced to fight against her own sister in a battle that most of the immortal world will never forget. She managed to kill Dragona and Damon, and she bound their spirits to purgatory for all time. The very act killed Estella as well. She was so light, that the dark act of killing her sister killed her.
"Both Dragona and Estella were said to have borne children. The daughter of Dragona was said to have been killed long ago during a witch hunt - no pun intended. The daughter of Estella was... misplaced.
"The light went to grave lengths to keep her safe in case Dragona's daughter wasn't truly dead. Only two of the light community members knew her identity, and they cast a powerful spell that shadowed her from the world until she was an adult."
I sit there soaking it all in, trying to understand, but I can't. "If she was pure light, then why would the dark be so willing to kill her unless they want a dark way of life?"
He rises up on his elbow, his eyes falling on my slinky gown for a second too long, and then he flops back down on his back.
"Because the daughter of Estella was foreseen as strong, but she's not the one they fear. It's the daughter she was prophesied to create - a daughter far more powerful than we've seen in a while. It was said that if her light was ever tainted in any way, she would bear a daughter who wields all magic just as Freya did. But unlike Freya, this girl's light and dark halves will be equal. No one knows which magic will overcome the other."
Sheesh. What a bedtime story.
"Well that's not scary at all," I grumble, crossing my arms while lying back.
He laughs a little while shrugging, keeping his hands behind his head. "It's just a prophecy. They get distorted, changed, and edited all the time. We don't know what's really going to happen or if anything at all is going to happen. Don't worry about it."
I sigh out, rolling over on my side, but Gage clears his throat to speak before I try to shut my eyes.
"It wasn't the same."
Question marks pop up inside my head as I turn back over.
"What wasn't?"
He comes to face me, careful not to touch me, as we lie there eye to eye.
"You said I looked at her the way I do you. But I didn't. I know that because I've never looked at anyone the way I look at you."
Tears brim my lids, and I look down when the eye contact becomes too much.
"I know you don't understand, but it hurt to see you with her. I couldn't breathe for a second. I thought we had something special, and now... now it feels broken."
He lets out a heavy breath, and then his hand comes to almost touch my cheek before he closes his fingers to make a fist and withdraws.
"I'm sorry. I suppose I never thought about it hurting you because it's nothing special to me to kiss someone. It's kissing someone special that changes everything. I never thought it a betrayal because you're the only girl who has ever made me feel that draw, that need, and that sort of desire that fuels something deeper."
It's probably because of the intense night that I lose myself to weakness, but I need to feel his touch right now. I throw my arms around his neck, but he remains still. I start kissing him only to feel his body rigid.
"Alyssa, I promised I wouldn't touch you," he says with a small smile.
"Break your promise," I murmur against his lips, and his hands become as needy as mine when he jerks me on top of his body.
His lips taste so perfect on mine. His tongue quickly finds the part between my lips, and his arms grip me to him like he'll never let me go again. My legs slide higher around his waist as the gown rises, and he pulls me to him that much more passionately.
"This doesn't change anything," I mutter through the kiss. "We're not back together."
He smiles behind the kiss and flips me to be on my back in one swift motion. He slides his body between my legs as his lips start trailing down my neck to my chest.
"This changes everything. You just don't want to fall for me."
I already did fall for him, and it hurt when I was crushed for being so foolish. Right now I don't care about that though. There's an aching in my core that needs to be sated, and Gage is here. There are only two men I trust with my body, and Kane hurt me worse than Gage.
"Are you sure about this?" Gage asks as he halts his kissing descent.
"Are you sure you want to ask me that?"
He laughs lightly, drawing my gown up higher as my fingers run through his hair. I stare into his blue eyes, uncertain about my true intentions here.
"That was quite a flip. You went from telling me to leave you alone to-"
"Then stop. We don't have to do this."
He frowns but then presses his lips to my lower abdomen as his breath heats my skin.
"We don't have to do this?" he asks while kissing lower, just above my most intimate area.
My breath hitches, my body stiffens, and then I shake my head. "No."
His lips go lower, grazing my sex before kissing the highest point of my inner thigh.
"Or this?"
"No," I shakily release, my hands tangling in his hair.
I feel his smile against my inner thigh and then he finally pushes his scandalous lips against that spot of my body he commands too well.
"Or this?"
My back arches as his daring tongue begins to own me, claiming me its victim. My hands tangle tighter in his hair as I feel the glorious expert going to work. The bar in his tongue becomes a tool of ecstasy as he continues to twist and turn it in all the right ways. My grip on his hair tightens with one hand while my other clutches the sheet beneath me.
Instead of answering his rhetorical question, I moan softly, making his pace quicken as he grips my hips to steady my convulsing reaction. He swirls his tongue in a way that forces my head to pop up and then flop back down. My whole body reacts to his touch, silently screaming out in erotic pleasure.
My legs slide up, but he keeps my hips pinned beneath his hold, forcing me to revel in his divine touch. I lose my grip on his hair when I use both to grip the sheet beneath me, hearing the fabric tear in my grasp.
It fuels his rhythm, his possessive touch only burning more as I become his for the moment. Powerless to move, I'm forced to endure the ecstasy to the point it almost hurts in the best possible way.
I cry out when it becomes too much, and then his wet kisses stroll back up, finding my breasts and teasing them lightly before he comes to rest his bare body against mine. I'm not sure when his pants came off, but I'm glad they're gone.
I reach for the part of him I want to feel the most, but he pulls back, a devilish smile quirking up. I reach again, this time connecting, and his eyes shut as he moans lightly, enjoying my touch as I slide my hand up and down.
His lips find mine as my amateur skills go to work. That glorious tongue explores my mouth the way it did my lower half, and then he jerks my hand away before surging into me with a powerful thrust.
A pathetic cry hoarsely escapes through my lips from the suddenness of his attack, and he thrusts in harder in response.
He pins my hands above my head as he becomes a dominant force - one I can't help but feel erotically drawn to. He holds my two hands in his one, and his free hand grips me under my rear to jerk me against his violently sublime rhythm.
His lower lip and ring slide between his teeth as he closes his eyes, absorbing the moment of divinity. I let him own me, desiring more, and he jerks me over to land on my knees. I'm momentarily stunned until he pushes into me from behind, and a gasp rings out as one hand finds that sensitive spot on my body, massaging it as his thrusts press on, finding an angle I've never felt before.
His free hand holds my left hip, slamming me into his center. Each stroke feels too perfect, each breath comes out more rattled, and every bit of me wants to scream out.
I hold it in though. I don't want the whole house knowing what I'm doing in here. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing.
His low, sexy grunts almost become my undoing as he nears that incredible peak. There's a tightening in my stomach as euphoria rushes me without mercy. He jerks me to him harder and harder until I let out a painfully subdued cry, and my whole body goes limp in his hands upon finding that overwhelming release.
He thrusts in twice more, holding himself at the deepest point inside me, and then he collapses to my back, letting his weight pin me beneath him. He kisses my head through my hair before rolling to his side, dragging me with him and keeping me tightly wound in his arms.
"That was fucking perfect," he pants out, making me laugh lightly.
"It was."
I roll over to face him, wiggling in closer, and he kisses my head as my exhausted body gives in to the sleepy tug. I yawn lightly, closing my eyes, and I feel his lips barely gracing mine before the unrelenting need for rest claims me.