Page 65 of Magic in the Woods
My lips kissed along the bridge of her nose, following the line of freckles under her eye and along her cheekbone. Her body relaxed, once again melting into mine, her eyelashes fluttering against my eyebrows each time my lips met her skin.
I let my hand trace along her curves once more, bumping along her collarbone, feeling the swell of her breasts, my palm being poked by her hard nipple beneath her shirt. My hand dipped along the curve of her stomach, going lower, both of our breaths quickening in anticipation. The moment my fingers met her curls, her hand once again palmed my strained cock, and I plummeted down deep between her legs, my fingers sliding the moment they hit her wet folds.
“Kitten…are you trying to hide this from me?” My fingers were swimming, no drowning, flailing for the side so I could get the lay of the land.
“Gideon, I don’t know how much teasing I can take.” Dafni’s breaths were quick as she panted against my neck. Her face had made its way there, her sweet lips brushing against my skin.
“I’m doing my best, kitten. You’re so fucking wet.”
“Harder.” She pushed herself into my hand, bouncing her hips up and down.
My cock twitched at her words. I was nothing but responsive for Dafni.
“So demanding,” I whispered, nipping at her exposed ear near my mouth. My fingers moved quicker, my arm moving up and down at the shoulder as I rubbed.
Her hand moved in time with my own. The way her handclenched my cock harder over my briefs had me gasping for air. How did this feel so good? I was dry, everything was dry. But warm, everything was so warm, and she was so wet. The sound of my fingers sloshing through the sea between her legs made my balls tighten, warmth traveling up my cock.
“Kitten, I…I’m gonna…”
“Right there…don’t stop…don’t you stop, Gideon.”
The way she said my name between gasps of air was my undoing. She panted as my briefs dampened beneath her palm, my cock twitching with every pulse of release. It seemed to only encourage her own undoing as she moaned my name over and over, creating a wave of warm liquid that coated my fingers even further.
When she stopped pulsing and her breathing came down to a somewhat normal rate, I removed my fingers from the flood between her legs. Her eyes were wide as she watched me push them between my lips, tasting her on my fingers.
“Gideon,” Dafni whispered, “it’s never been like that. I’ve never been so…” She pointed her index and middle fingers at the bathroom, a gust of air floating a hand towel through the air toward the bed. She caught the towel in her hand, tucking it between her legs.
I froze—my arm still caught beneath Dafni’s body.
“Aren’t you a… You have water magic…” The words tumbled from my lips as I freed my arm, pushing myself out of my bed and falling onto the floor.
“That—how you brought the towel over just now…that was air magic.”
Dafni froze, her hand with the towel between her legs, her eyes wide, and her mouth open.
“You have two powers.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dafni
“That means, that means, it means…”Gideon was stuttering from down on the floor, looking up at me.
I’dscrewedup. Big time. I was supposed to only have water magic. I brewed potions and made things boil over. My mind had melted so completely from my orgasm that, without thinking, I’d used my air magic to call the towel.Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I watched Gideon’s face as his brain processed this information. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes bounced back and forth and up and down. “There’s only one lineage that has two powers.”
Gideon looked down at his briefs, the dark, wet stain on the front growing larger. He used his hand to try to cover the mess in his pants. “You’re a Sarracenia.”
I looked down, slowly pulling my hand out of the blanket, the wet towel still tucked between my legs.
“She’s not here. And you’re…her heir.” Gideon crawled backward on the floor, away from me. I was Matilda’s heir. The way he was looking at me told me everything I needed to know about how he felt about me. I was toxic, just like her. I was scalded by my lineage. Damaged.
“Don’t worry, Gideon—I won’t tell anyone what we did here together. Your secret is safe with me.” I stood, pulling down his shirt to cover my legs.
“Yeah, you should go,” Gideon, still on the floor, whispered, looking up at me like I was some sort of freak. “If Matilda found out what I did…she’d…” He shuddered, tucking himself further into a ball on the floor.
“You’re scared, Gideon!” My voice left my throat before I sought it out. “You used me for your own gratification, and the moment you see something you don’t like, you’re just going to dispose of me? Ask me to leave?” He’d promised he wouldn’t hurt me. “I’m not someone you can keep and mold to your liking, just to throw away when I do something that scares you.”
