Page 5 of Shattered Stars
“Fucking,” he growls, diving back towards me. “Well, I think we did a lot of our own fucking last night.”
“Maybe not enough,” I say innocently into his face.
“You think we should do some more?” he asks with a look of feigned concern.
“Just to be on the safe side,” I say, trailing my fingertips down the inks on his chest.
He chuckles. “You are such a fucking brat. And I am so doomed.”
“Are you complaining?” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist and encouraging his hard cock inside me.
His eyes flutter shut and he groans. “Fuck, no.”
He rocks and grinds into me and I watch as the light gradually brightens across his face, those eyes of his never leaving mine.
We come together, quietly, both exhausted by everything that’s gone before, our bonds thrumming with energy, our bodies damp with sweat.
He kisses my cheeks and my eyelids, my jaw and my lips, and then he hauls me out of bed, and leads me to the bathroom.
I’ve dried come and arousal on my thighs, and he runs the sponge under the warm tap and settles down on his knees, ready to wash it all away. He’s lifting the sponge to my leg when he halts.
“What?” I ask, glancing down at him.
He growls and slides his fingers up towards my pussy, capturing a dribble of fresh come that’s escaped my hole. “Don’twaste it,” he growls. Pushing it back up inside me with his fingers.
I stare down at him. My body trembles. That was hot and yet also …
“You don’t think trying to knock me up would add to our problems?”
“I did the birth control spell, remember?” he says, cleaning me with the sponge. “I’m not trying to knock you up.”
“Then, why–”
“It’s just where I want it, okay?” he says gruffly, stumbling to his feet and handing me my dress. It’s still ripped and stained with mud and blood. When I drag it on, I look like I just stumbled out of a fight. One sweep of his hand, though, and the dress is good as new.
He takes my hand and leads me to the door of his cabin. “Take the back paths, not the main ones. And if anyone asks where you’ve been–”
“I’ll tell them I was going for an early morning walk.”
“Rhianna,” he says, twisting me around to look at him and resting his hands on my shoulders. “That is lame.”
“Can you come up with a better explanation for me wandering around campus early in the morning in yesterday’s dress?”
He thinks about this for a moment.
“Shit,” he mumbles. “Then for fuck’s sake, don’t let anyone see you.”
I lift his palms from my shoulders and hold his hands in mine.
“When will we be able to see each other again, like this?”
He hesitates. “I’ll find us a way.” He squeezes my hands. “Keep the bond open.”
“And Azlan?”
He frowns. “What about Azlan?”
“We need to tell him about this.”
