Page 22 of Stolen By the Necromancer
“Fuck, you’re good,” he said in a whisper. If he spoke any louder, perhaps the knife would cut deeper.
“That’s why you love me,” I whispered back into his ear.
I threw the knife away into the shadows and licked the tiny cut I’d just sliced into his neck. Strong arms grasped me and swung me around, pulling me in tight. My legs wrapped around him, feeling his hardness pressing against the crotch of my jeans.
Our mouths, our lips, our tongues, met in an explosion of senses as we devoured and consumed each other. Our clothes slipped off, our bodies fell to the floor, and we fucked until it was slick with sweat and we lay back satiated—for the moment—under the moonlight that now bathed us.
He turned his head, whispered in my ear,“I love you so fucking much.”
I turned my face to his and we breathed each other’s breaths.“I know.” My lips flickered in a quick smile after a pause just long enough for his eyes to flash with concern.“I love you too.”
Our mouths met again as I rolled on top of him.
I’d never known love until I met Nero, and no one else on the planet could ever have a love like ours. A love forged in magic and violence, running so deep our very energies merged into a combined stormy torrent.
We were beautiful together, in bodily form and magical spirit.
I sucked his tongue and swam in his black eyes.
We would have a thousand, ten thousand nights like this.
Our bright-dark future stretched into infinity.
Bound in magic, blood, and love.
He was mine. I was his.
We were forever.
