Page 36 of Darkness Rising
No one's ever touched me like this. Not in the consuming and demanding way Nollix is right now. If things were different, I'd try to take things further. I want to feel more. I want someone to make me feel something more for just a little while.
Nollix would. He isn't sweet. He isn't apologetic. He'd take what I'd give and he wouldn't pause to reconsider.
The connection I felt when Link kissed me was warm and familiar and safe. That's not what this is. It isn't the two of us finding comfort in one another.
Hell, if things were normal between us, I'd never be wrapped around his hard body.
I'd avoid him. I'd avoid his wildness.
And I'd be all the happier to do so.
But right now, we're working together for a goal. We're using our bodies to fuel our magic.
If only my heart could remember that.
His rough palm pushes up my shirt. His fingertips skim slowly across my skin. He pushes hard over the curve of my breast before rolling his thumb across my nipple.
My back arches into his touch. One of his hands holds him steady while the other explores my body at a slow and teasing pace. He grinds his shaft just perfectly against my clit until I'm trembling beneath him. I'm breathless as he pulls away to rake his teeth against my jaw and across my neck.
There's no nature within our cell. There is only a minimal amount of oxygen and four hard walls enclosed with powerful magic. There's no natural breeze for our powers to use. But our magic pushes to get out anyway.
Our magic builds together as our emotions become more and more uncontrollable.
With expert movements and a groan of pleasure, Nollix grinds his hips against mine until my nails sink into his smooth shoulders. The friction of our jeans pushes against me just right. He strokes his length against me as if he’s thought about fucking me long before this moment.
He pulls back from me. Wild eyes hold mine as he watches my every emotion intently. He pushes his hips firmly against mine, leaving no space to spare between us. Harder he grinds against my core.
Our magic coils between us and I feel it deep within myself. It builds into this unmanageable thing.
Until it releases on a moaning cry as I come hard beneath him.
Just as the walls combust around us.
Chapter Seventeen
Illusions of Alliances
The moment the cell opens up around us, I take a final shaking breath before pushing Nollix off of me. He lies on his back looking up at me. It takes him a moment to finally join me.
I meet his hooded eyes. He holds my gaze even as he grips his dick and adjusts himself right in front of me.
A tense feeling pushes through my chest as I look quickly away.
My heartbeat hammers in my ears and I wonder if I’ll ever have the guts to look him in the eye again. I try hard to force the wind to carry us away. But there is no wind to assist us. Ribbons of metal slice through one wall, revealing a room just outside of here. On silent footsteps, I step over the shredded metal of our cell and out into the steely hall. It’s just as dark as our cell. Iron surrounds us on all sides. We escaped our cell just to run out into an even larger prison.
Nollix walks closely by my side. Our steps are in sync as we wander down the dimly lit corridor. There are no weapons to aid us. Barely any magic. Unless Nollix can grind another orgasm out of me, we’re pretty defenseless.
He’s strong, though. Stupidly resilient. I have no doubt he’d fight to his death.
My stomach sinks just thinking about it.
I have to find a way to sneak us out of this iron dungeon.
I’ve never been here. Everything is foreign and dark. The darkness presses in on me. Small lights dot the floor, guiding our steps but not reaching high enough to help me see where we’re headed.
Nollix’s hand slips into mine. His arm is rigid each time it skims against me. The smooth and defined veins of his forearm brush against my skin. Tension is strung tight within his muscles.
I stumble and he pulls me closer to him before I fall. Smooth panes of his bare chest brush against my thin shirt. His strength and warmth wash over me. Stiffly, I pull back. Another blind step is taken and my boot hits metal. I raise my foot a little higher, realizing stairs are just in front of us. We take the steps, our attention held on the depths of the blackness. It’s so dense it makes it hard to breathe. A sense of anxiety creeps into me from the lack of light.
