Fatal Curse

“That’s what you are to me,” he whispered. “The oxygen that gives me life.”

Before I could raise back up on my toes to bring our lips together, he brought his down to mine. The tickle of his power poured over his kiss and into my mouth, finding its way down to my core. It’d been too long since we had mixed our powers and they’d missed each other. When his electricity found the heat of my magic, it caused a reaction between us. Instead of the force pushing us apart, it pulled us together. The length of my body pressed against his, like I was trying to be a part of him. His arms around me were impossibly strong.

Without words, we dropped to our knees in tandem and I laid back onto the ground. He never broke that kiss, moving with me like we’d rehearsed this. Something about being away from the manor, away from everyone, made it feel like we were the only two beings on Earth. The worries of work, lost friends, wolves and painful memories were too far away from this moment to even seem real. I realized that while we were together often, we hadn’t really let go in months. We were so busy meeting the needs of those who counted on us. And, I think we were always scared that something bad would happen again; we’d been holding back. We’d been a little lost from each other in the chaos.

On that ground, with the trees as our protectors, we let go and found each other again.

His hand slid from my face and found the side of my skirt, starting to bunch it up to raise it and bare my thigh. Once he felt flesh, he glided his hand up my leg to grasp my hip. I wrapped that leg around the back of him, trying to get my body even closer to his and showing him, I was all in. His slacks were thin tonight but it felt like way too much barrier between us. I held back my impatience, wanting desperately for this moment to last forever. I clutched the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It brought our lips apart. I expected him to go right back but he stopped and looked down at me. With the night sky above him, he looked like a dream. For the hundredth time I struggled to believe he was really mine. I was sure it would take centuries to believe it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. My power reached for his in the space he’d created between us and his power answered. I slid the straps of my dress down to expose my breasts to him. I wanted to feel my skin against his. He knew and granted me the sensation, continuing the play of our tongues. His hand on my hip found the side of my panties. The fabric didn’t stand a chance as he tore them off of me. He broke our kiss again, long enough to get his pants off and onto the ground next to us.

My hands played on the muscles of his back but he had other plans. His hands found mine and pulled my arms above my head to be held against the ground. The control he had now sent my need into overdrive. I wrapped both legs around him to urge him into me and when he finally enter me, it brought on the first wave of pleasure.