Page 110 of Spellbound
I carefully stepped back, and a twig snapped under my shoe. The panther let out a low growl, and Raiden snapped his fingers. The panther slunk away into the trees. I didn’t even know we had them in this part of Istinia. I mean, I’d heard of them, but they were so rare.
“Well.” I laughed, holding my stomach. “You certainly made me feel alive.”
He chuckled. “I actually didn’t expect to run into a panther.”
“No?”
“Sometimes animals find me.”
“Well, you are the god of beasts,” I teased.
“God of creatures,” he said.
I closed the distance between us. “I know. So why did you really bring me out here?”
“You love the woods,” he said simply. “As do I. Freya’s way to the east, according to Aziel, and we’re no safer there than you are here, with me.” He ran his hand through my hair. “I’m trusting you, Elle. It’s not easy for me to do that, after Freya.” He held his breath for a moment. “That dagger can kill any immortal.”
My eyebrows knitted together. “It can kill you.”
“As I said, I’m trusting you.” His stare intensified. “I want you to be able to protect yourself against anything that comes your way. There are shifters, too, and demons. They’re both immortal. It will work against them.”
My heart pounded. I pressed my hand against his chest, splaying my fingers until I could feel the rhythm of his heart match mine.
He leaned down and kissed me softly at first, then harder. I held onto him, running my hands up his back and to the nape of his neck. He pressed his hand against my lower back, holding me against him as if I might disappear at any moment.
He pulled away, breathing fast, torture in his eyes. A low growl escaped his lips as he gripped my arms. “You’re so beautiful. In every way.”
He traced his fingers along my thigh, his lips against my neck. I pulled his chin upward and met his lips with mine. The first splashes of rain pattered around us, mixing the earthy aroma with his cologne. I nibbled his bottom lip, feeling silky wetness gather between my legs. He traced his fingers along my navel and into my pants. The light touch of his finger on my clit sent a shockwave through my legs. He found the spot, pooling my wetness into the dip, rubbing until my legs buckled.
His length pressed against my hip, pulsating as I moaned into his mouth. He lifted me, and I curled my legs around his waist. He pulled my pants down, then slammed me against a tree trunk, ripping my top off, and threw it into the night.
My nipples hardened at a cool gust. Rain slicked us, glossing his muscles, illuminated under the pale moonlight. My breasts bounced when he grabbed my ass, pushing me farther up the trunk.
A low growl escaped him as shrugged his own pants down to his ankles, baring us to the forest. I wrapped my fingers around his cock—throbbing, ready for me. I closed my eyes as I stroked it, delighting in the frenzied glint in his eyes when I peeled back my eyelids.
He pushed the tip in first, then his whole length, and want rippled through me. He rocked his hips against me, gripping me against him tightly. He fisted my hair as he bit on his bottom lip. I pushed my hips upward, forcing him deeper inside.
“Fuck!” he yelled. His dick pulsated, and his eyes rolled toward the back of his head. He came inside of me as I tipped into my own orgasm. I moaned loudly, making birds take flight from the treetops. He groaned and bit softly on my collarbone.
He kissed his way back up to my neck, whispering my name like a prayer against my skin.
I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to him pant as he held me like I weighed nothing. At that moment, it was just us and nothing else mattered, but with each passing minute, the knowledge of tomorrow weighed heavier than before. It was a reminder of what this was: good-bye.
