Page 33 of Reign of Light
“If you want to, we can stay,” he says. “We have nothing stopping us anymore.”
“We didn’t leave anyone in charge of Fin,” I say with a chuckle. “But now that he can play with Roley, I think he will be a lot happier. Or at least a lot more tired by the end of the day.”
He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the gods.”
Rain starts to drizzle just outside of the opening, and another clap of thunder feels like it shakes the island. Neither of us moves, the rise and fall of our chests in sync as we watch the roll of the ocean and building frenzy of the storm. There’s nowhere to go, nothing to do, no dust or waters to search for.
Is this how every day is going to be? An endless cycle of doing anything and nothing at the same time for all eternity?
Fear and uncertainty wiggle their way into the depths of my mind. There are so many things in life I thought I would experience, even after everything I missed before. And now, I won’t. We won’t. They will all look different from the vision either of us had in our minds. The creeping fear builds, and I can feel the magic warring against the rising panic, trying to reduce it, to calm again.
Will we ever tire of each other? When all of my extremely limited life experiences have been recounted, all my stories told, will we grow bored? Will he grow tired of me? Or will we only learn to love each other deeper every day, creating new memories and having a life that we never thought we would in Blackwood?
Only time will tell.
“I can hear you thinking,” Weston murmurs in my ear. “Tell me.”
His arms loosen from where they are wrapped around me, and his hands splay across my stomach as they start to roam over the curves of my hips.
“It’s nothing.” The breathless words tell him just how much his touch is affecting me. He doesn’t stop the torturous journey downward, getting even closer to where I want to feel him.
“The wrinkle in your forehead says otherwise.” The rumble in his chest against my back makes the worries evaporate, especially as his hand slides down my thigh, fingers trailing up the inside and only making me ache even more. His legs nudge mine from behind, spreading them wider, but his hands never falter.
If it weren’t for the feel of his hard cock pressing against my backside, I would think none of this affected him. Not the magic, not the touch. He just continues to watch the rain fall over my shoulder, without a hitch in his breathing or a change in his expression.
His fingertips trail up the inside of my thigh, breaking past whatever barrier he had been avoiding to slowly stroke me with the barest oftouches. Throbbing pressure starts to build, and I squeeze my eyes shut as the warmth of the water and the tease of his fingers make everything else in the world dim.
“Tell me something from before.” I bite my lip as his fingers part me, then slowly trace circles around my entrance. A soft whimper escapes me, and I feel his body shift behind me, pressing into my back just a little more as his movements continue to torture me.
“What do you want to know?” I manage to get out before sucking in a harsh breath, as he presses just the tip of a finger inside.
“Anything. Everything. I want to know everything about you.” His voice drops lower as his lips brush the curve of my ear. “What would you tell me if I was a suitor?”
The thought of Weston courting me sends images flickering through my mind. Dancing at balls. Stealing looks across the room. Brushing up against each other when no one is looking.
Would he steal me away to one of the dark corners of the castle, as I’d seen and heard other castle staff do? Would he touch me like he is now? Would it be too forbidden?
Would he care?
The vision of Weston with his hand between my legs, hidden beneath layers of my skirts, away from the prying eyes of everyone at home, sends off a wave of flutters low in my abdomen. I can’t stop myself. I need him closer. I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, gripping him firmly and pushing my body back into his.
“I don’t really know,” I say, my voice stuttering with the hitch of my breath as he starts slowly circling again. “I’ve never…never had one to talk to.”
“I’m sure you can come up with something,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against my neck before settling his lips against my ear.
“You already know me better than any suitor would have.” His smile widens against my skin at the same time as he slides a finger inside of me.
“Oh,” I moan, and tighten my grip on the back of his neck. My head tilts back, eyes still closed as I soak up every sensation.
“I do, and more than just the feel of you clenching my hand,” he says, his voice grumbling against my ear, setting off a wave of full-body shivers with the searing warmth of his skin and the spring around us.
“I can’t think with you doing that,” I pant as he unhurriedly slides it in and out.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He chuckles softly but removes his hand, settling it firmly on my hip.
