One more fucking day. I can hold out one more day.
Because I’ll be damned if the first time I kiss her, I’m not wholly present for every fucking second. To memorise every gasp or moan, every slide of her tongue, every push of her lips.
The room is far too quiet, but I swear I can hear the racing of my heart, not content to bang quietly against my ribs. I risk looking up to her again. She holds my gaze, assessing, no dip of her eyes.
Calm. Quiet.
After what feels like an age, she stands up, slowly pulling her leg from under herself and planting her feet on the floor. She’s wearing black trousers, a softer material than the training ones she was in earlier, but just as tight to her skin. The top she’s chosen slips from her left shoulder, revealing the little hollow of her collarbone.
And then she starts towards me.
I immediately push back in my chair, trying to find any additional distance between us.
“Do you trust me?” she asks, only a foot away from me.
“Yes.” I make sure my answer comes out with no room for doubt.
And then she does the unthinkable.
She lifts her leg over my lap and straddles me, planting all her weight over my thighs.
Holy fucking Stars!
She keeps her hands at her sides, so it’s only our legs touching. No direct skin-to-skin contact.
“Ever,” I warn. Because whatever just ripped from my throat could only be heard as a warning.
“It’s an experiment.”
“In my level of fucking restraint!” My head drops back, and my hands reach backwards, finding the legs of the chair to cling to. I’m going to lose my fucking sanity.
Everything I’ve ever thought or imagined about Ever comes crashing to mind, swimming in front of my vision, so I scavenge for some semblance of a damn between my mind and hers.
If I have any strength as a Guard, I need it fucking now.You hear that, Aslendrix!
“After this morning, I have too many questions,” she starts, her breathing even but tinged with shyness. “I want to see if we’ll be affected in the same way if we touch with something betweenus. In this case, material. And Kyra told me that on either side of the new moon, our magic might start to fluctuate. So, here I am.”
“In my lap?” It takes everything in me not to flex my hips towards her. My cock is rock fucking hard, and if she moves, she’ll feel every fucking inch of me.
“You were the one using that mouth to tease me earlier. Call this payback,” she purrs.
“Ever—” My eyes open and look at her, desperate for her to have mercy.
“Are you in pain?” The shift in her is immediate. Her back straightens, and she pulls back. Her playful, wicked side is now full of concern.
“Oh, fuck no. In fact,” I close my eyes and take a few steadying breaths.
Heat. Energy. That familiar buzz that’s intoxicating and addictive, just a little fuzzy.
No pain. But it always starts like this.
My head is full of images. Images of her. Thoughts of what I want to do with her when there aren’t any barriers between us, my own mental torture. “No pain. Just…”
“Let me in.” There’s pleading in her voice. She’s asking to see. To test this. “Please.”
“Ever, we don’t…” I swallow the words. She wants to practise. We both do, I just never imagined it could look and feel like this. There’s a line, though, that we might not be able to step back from. “If we do this…” She still doesn’t touch me, doesn’t raise her hands or push with her own magic to take down the weak shields keeping her from exploring.
“Please, Aten. I need this.”
