Page 74 of Woven Souls

I break away from our kiss and look down into her face. My view of her is slightly blurry, made worse by the darkness in the room. I can make out most of her features and see the green of her eyes but… I wish I could see the smaller details. Like if she has freckles.

As if she can hear my thoughts, she whispers, “Care if I use my power?”

I shake my head as my fingers reach for the hem of her shirt. As I lift it up, a coldness seeps under my skin. It does nothing to douse the flames she’s stirred up. In fact, it adds to the fuel. As our souls touch, I choke on a cry of pure joy. I yank off Willow’s top as I suck in a shaky breath and pause to stare down at the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. I reach down to cup one. Her breast spills around my hands as I knead and play with it. God, they’re massive and fuckingperfect.Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop myself from lowering my head and taking her other into my mouth.

Willow’s breathy moan brings my blood to boil. Her heels dig into my back as she arches her chest to give me better access. Fingers weave into my hair, and she whispers my name into the darkness.

My dick throbs. I’m so fucking hard. Add the intensity of her power connecting us and I don’t think I can last much longer without being inside of her. I lift my mouth from her breast to reach up and claim her lips once more. Our tongues clash briefly before I pull away. As I sit up, so does Willow, her eyes trained on my face.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches forward, grabs the waistband of my shorts, and tugs them down off my hips. Licking her lips, Willow’s eyes finally leave my face to trail down my body. I find myself holding my breath.

Willow’s hands rise up and land on my chest. Her fingers weave through the hair there before sliding down my stomach. Her fingertips hardly touch me, but they leave a searing trail in their wake as they continue their downward progression. When Willow’s hand finally fists my waiting erection, I throw my head back and hiss with relief.

“Viktor…” Willow’s soft voice forces my attention back to her, even as her soft hand slides down my shaft. When our eyes meet, she states with absolute confidence and unwavering awe, “You’re magnificent.”

Me? Magnificent?

My heart cracks wide open. A wave of emotion comes pouring out of it, flooding my nervous system until I’m overwhelmed. Embarrassment warms my cheeks, and tears blur my vision until I can’t see a damn thing. I lean forward to kiss her again before she can see what her words have done to me. Her hand pumps up and down on my shaft. I throb in her hand.

I break the kiss again, sit up, and lean back. Unable to reach, Willow’s hand drops away from me, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

I won’t let her down.

I yank at her pajama bottoms. Desperation and excitement have my hands shaking and breathing ragged. Once off, I toss her bottoms to the side and gaze down at the naked woman beneath me. I stop breathing. As I do, I’m pretty sure the Earth stops turning and time ceases to exist. My god, she’s gorgeous. My eyes trail down every inch of her until they land between her legs.

At the sight of Willow’s arousal, already dripping between her folds and down between her butt crack, to my embarrassment, I whimper.

As my head dives down to place kisses along her inner thighs, my hands slide beneath Willow’s thighs to yank them apart. The grip with which I hold her legs would have broken the dainty women in Everlast. But Willow isn’t shattering in my hands. She’s sturdy and writhing beneath me, unfazed by my hold on her.

When my mouth gets to the junction between her legs, her hips arch upwards.

“Please Viktor, honey, I need this,” she whimpers as I blow hot air over her clit. “You need this.”

I snort. She doesn’t need to remind me. The painful throbbing between my legs is guiding my every movement.

My tongue slides through her folds. Willow hisses. Her hands slam down onto the bed where she grabs a fistful of the sheets. My tongue teases and caresses her. When she’s worked up enough that I can feel her clit throb just as hard as my dick is, I sit up, scoot back, and drag her down the bed with me. At the edge of the bed, I climb off and stand. I pull Willow to the edge of the mattress and lift her legs so they rest on my chest, creating a narrow V-shape. Without warning, I thrust my hips forward, straight into her warm, wet entrance.

“Vik—” Willow cuts off her shriek with a hand over her mouth.

I grin. Or at least I think I do. It could be a grimace. The sweet heaven that I’ve entered is sending off random spikes of pleasure up my dick and into my chest. There’s no more thought as I begin to thrust into the woman beneath me. A demon, or any of the terrible monsters from the Third Realm could break into this room, and I wouldn’t miss a beat. I can’t stop. My mouth waters as Willow’s body stretches and accommodates my size. My eyes fall to where we’re connected as I move. Her arousal is thick and coats my dick. I get harder at the sight of it.

As I thrust, Willow’s body moves. It’s beautiful watching her writhe and jiggle beneath me.

Willow’s hand falls away from her mouth to grip the sheets again. She bites her bottom lip as she stares at me through hooded eyes. She’swatchingme. Her eyes aren’t closed; she is getting off at the sight ofmefucking her.

The woman I once loved always kept her eyes closed.

When Willow’s back arches off the bed and her body clamps down around my erection, it’s too much. I can’t hold on. Together we find our release. The sheer intensity of the pleasure billowing through me temporarily blinds me completely. As I close my eyes, I realize Willow’s power still has a hold on me. I hadn’t noticed before and only do now because, while my eyes are closed, I can still see her. Her soul at least. It’s glowing brightly as it reacts to her release.

As my orgasm subsides, I force my eyes to open as I catch my breath. Willow’s body shivers and shakes as I pull out of her and lower her legs to drape over the edge of the bed. I place my knee on the mattress next to her so that I can lean over her body to kiss her long and hard. Her hands fall to my shoulders as she kisses me back.

When I pull away, she chuckles and says, “Not bad for an old man.”

I chuckle as I walk away from the bed and head to the bathroom. I’m back a minute later with a clean washcloth. As gently as I can, I clean the mess between her legs.

“I’m not old.”

“You’re the oldest person I know,” Willow says as her eyes drift shut.

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