Page 12 of Fleshbound
Quill could barely breathe by the time he came the second time. His entire body went stiff, his thighs shaking. He roared with utter delight. Corven followed him seconds later, unleashing a thick, hot load deep inside as he groaned against Quill’s lips.
When they came back down from the heavens, Corven hovered above him, still deeply rooted inside.
“I never want tae leave yer body,” Corven said between indolent kisses.
Quill was bent nearly in half andsowanted to stretch his legs, but he was nervous to break the magical spell their sex andjoint orgasm seemed to have cast around them. He, too, wanted Corven inside him forever. They felt too right as one to pull away into two.
Eventually they did… and then fell asleep entwined in one another’s arms.
They woke sometime later, the sky still twilight, and shared one another’s bodies again. And again. Quill wasn’t sure how long they’d been there. Hours. Maybe a day. He didn’t care. Corven learned every inch of his body… and he Corven’s.
Each time, Quill felt the rope binding them together grow more and more taut.
After their fourth round of lovemaking, they lay in the aftermath, still joined. Corven was his big spoon, cuddling him close.
A swarm of ladybugs drifted closer and danced around them, creating a cocoon of magical light. Quill smiled, the show a wonder to behold.
“There must be hundreds… maybe even thousands,” Quill whispered.
He looked over his shoulder and noticed Corven’s knitted brows.
Corven reached out to the swarm, gently pressing his hand among their number.
“Do they usually do this with you and your lovers?”
“I’ve ne’er brought one here before,” Corven said. He slowly pulled from Quill’s body. “So, I cannae answer that.”
“In two thousand years, you’ve never brought a witch inside your spell?” Quill asked, rolling to face Corven. “What if I’m trapped inside here with you?”
Corven’s eyes widened. “Didnae think o that.” He carefully laid down on the grass beside him. “I didnae bring ye here, though. No by choice.”
Quill frowned.“What?”
“I waved ma hand to undress us. That’s all. Suddenly, we were here instead of yer bit.”
Quill sat up. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He looked around the meadow. “I should go.”
Sadness swept over Corven’s face.
“Not that Iwantto leave you… it’s just… I need to make sure I can.”
“I understand,” Corven whispered. “Who’d want tae be locked in here with me forevermore?”
I would.
Quill rose, ignoring the carnal part of him unwilling to let go. And his heart, screaming for him to stay. He wasn’t sure how he’d get out, so he simply closed his eyes and imagined himself back in his bed.
Magic tickled over his skin. He opened his eyes and looked at Corven again—and realized he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Clearing his mind, the tickle stopped. He sat back down in the grass at the man’s side. “Another few hours couldn’t hurt, could they?”
Corven chuckled. He smiled, leaned in and kissed Quill’s lips. “Tha’s right, ma love. Stay with me.”
“Forevermore,” Quill whispered before he kissed Corven’s lips.
When he rested back again, Corven’s smile slowly slipped away.
“Ye should leave.”
Quill frowned. “Why? I thought you wanted me here?”
