Page 39 of Mystery of Magic

We were silent as we exited the building and made our way to our vehicle. Daryn opened the door for me, but he was clearly distracted, and I buckled my seatbelt quietly as he slammed the door and got in the driver’s seat.

The ride home was dark and quiet, and I was surprised when he pulled into the driveway of our home rather than returning to the base. It was originally his house, but I had been adding my own flare to it since I moved in.

“Why here?” I asked as I exited the vehicle.

“You need a break.” Daryn walked around and grabbed my hand before approaching our green-painted house. Its crisp white trim and unique accents filled my heart with a sense of peace and contentment. Mostly because I loved its owner more than I thought possible.

As we approached the front, I couldn’t help but admire the vibrant yellow bushes that rimmed the wraparound porch, their cheerful color glowing even in the soft moonlight. Three inviting steps led up to the porch, where shrubs and various flowers had been recently weeded, ensuring our home looked its best.

The walkway leading to the front of the house was adorned with delicate white flowers, their petals glowing like stars guiding our way. It felt as if our house itself was reaching out to welcome us home.

Before entering, we paused on the large wraparound deck, where a double swing gently swayed in the night breeze, inviting us to take a moment to savor the tranquility of our home. The brass door knocker on the large oak door gleamed in the soft light before Daryn entered the key code.

Once inside, we shed our boots and jackets and ascended the stairs toward our bedroom.

“Thanks for bringing us here. I always sleep better in your bed.”

“Our bed, Shannon,” he said in a low tone.

I didn’t say anything as we made our way to the room. It had become the cozy sanctuary where we shed the weight of the day and reveled in the quiet moments of togetherness. Our king-sized bed, dressed in crisp white sheets and adorned with a deep black quilt, beckoned to us with promises of restful slumber.

The array of red and gray pillows, each one perfectly plumped, added a touch of warmth and comfort to our sleeping oasis. As I began to undress, I couldn’t help but appreciate the familiar scent of our room, a blend of Daryn’s cologne and the natural fragrance of the wood in the oak dresser and walk-in closet.

I stood by the window, a simple white sill, framed by light gray walls, where the soft moonlight filtered through the black blinds, casting intriguing patterns across the room. The hushed atmosphere seemed to cradle us in a cocoon of intimacy, where the outside world faded into the background.

With each article of clothing I removed, I felt a sense of vulnerability and liberation simultaneously. Daryn’s gaze, filled with love and appreciation, made me feel beautiful and cherished, as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him.

He moved toward me as he dropped his shirt to the floor and began to pull my shirt over my head. My hands moved to the waistband of his pants and the way our fingers brushed against each other created an unspoken language that only the two of us understood. Our bedroom was more than just a space; it was a reflection of our love, a place where we could be ourselves without judgment.

Once naked, he led me to the bed, and we slipped beneath thecovers. As his hand slid down my side and sparks fired beneath my skin, I felt his desire as if it were my own.

His eyes flickered with dark shades of blue as he attempted to control his arousal. His muscles flexed against my skin, making my breath catch in anticipation. I inhaled the musk in the air as an electrical charge swirled around us. He knew I was exhausted, and he was trying to let me rest despite what his body wanted. I wanted him with every fiber of my body, and it was time I showed him his passion and desires were also mine.

“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered against my warm lips, realizing how much I wanted him.

My hands slipped to his bare shoulders, and his skin heated like kindling to a campfire. His strong fingers tipped my chin toward him before connecting our lips in a searing kiss.

“You know how the bond works. If you want me, then the feeling is mutual.”

His tongue slipped between the seam of my lips, delving into my mouth with long, sure strokes, giving me what I desired. The rising heat obliterated any chance of resting. Our hearts and souls sought to connect on a level only bonded parafinai could.

My hands moved over his body, exploring every groove of his muscular chest as his hands went to my breasts. They cupped and massaged me gently before he tweaked my nipples. I hovered on the precipice of pain and pleasure, whispering his name like it was my personal talisman.

My leg slid over his thigh, and the sensation heightened every nerve in my body. The swamping desire was intensified by the thrum of erotic fire pulsing through our bond. I could no longer imagine my life without Daryn as he kissed my neck and traveled down my throat. I had a pretty good idea of what he had planned, but I wanted to be in control, so I slipped on top of him, anchoring my knees on either side of his hips.

He didn’t break our kiss as I positioned myself above him. Hiserection slipped between my slick lips, and I bit back a moan as I ground my pelvis against him. His thick, hard shaft pressed against me aggressively, alerting me to his eagerness. He whispered my name against my skin and a rush of liquid coated his cock. I wanted him even more now than the first time we were together.

My hands moved from his neck before my fingers bunched in his dark hair. I swallowed my moan as I guided him into me. The slick, hot shaft stretched me as I anchored him within me. The chemistry between us was undeniable, but this was the way of bonded parafinai. An all-encompassing desire that neither could ignore.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me forward as I ground into his thick shaft, then kissed a path down his neck. I nipped his skin, and the resulting power surge made the dim side lamp flicker. “Dammit Shannon. This will be over far too quickly if you keep that up.” He cursed before he moaned, and my hips thrust faster.

My response died on my lips as he slipped his hand over my waist and ran it up my back, pulling my torso down on him. I increased my tempo again, grinding into him with renewed vigor. His touch was strong and sensual at the same time, and I planned to enjoy this reprieve from the madness of hunter life.

He began to thrust up, meeting each stroke with his own. “Baby, don’t stop.” His fingers pressed into my skin.

“Never,” I said before leaning down and nipping his skin close to his nipple. My voice was sexy and sultry.

A sigh escaped my lips when he moved over the sensitive area at the base of my neck. His touch increased my arousal, making me grind harder against his erection. The power of my hunter warlock was undeniable, and my body hummed as we moved in tandem. A symbiotic union of lust and love.

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