Phew.
“Okay. So why does she think you still belong to her?”
“Because…she’s unhinged.”
I sigh and pull him into my arms for a hug.
“I can’t say I blame her. I think I’d go wild if you ever left me.”
“Not gonna happen, my love. Not ever.”
His words reverberate inside me like an earthquake that shakes things back into place, if there’s even such a thing.
“I have to go find her. I have…” He pulls away from me and his wings spread out, ready to fly back out the window. “I have to warn her to stay away.”
I tug him back to me.
“Forget about her. She can’t hurt me.”
“I still can’t stand the thought of her touching you.” His voice turns into a growl, sending a warm flutter to my heart. It swells for him.
It’s not the only thing that swells.
“Don’t worry about her now.” I guide him toward the bed that’s been freshly changed and smells like a meadow and pull him down with me. “There’s nothing she can do to us. We’re getting married. We’ve got a location. And it’s only a week until the big day. I’d rather ravish my fiancé in the meantime.”
Lucian grins and bites his lip.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Oh, hell yeah.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and crush his lips against mine.
I’m already hard for him, and as soon as I push my tongue into his mouth, I can feel his hardness growing against mine. Is there a better feeling than being hard with your future husband?
I can think of a couple things, like being inside my future husband or the other way around.
I slide my hands up his arm, then down the middle of his back, and wrap my legs around his hips. We rub our erections together, but the fabric numbs the sensations.
“Too…many…layers,” I mumble between kisses.
Lucian lifts himself up and yanks everything he’s wearing off before stripping me too.
As fun as burning our clothes would be every time we get together, I don’t think it’s environmentally friendly. Plus, if we did that every time we had sex, the whole planet would run out of clothes before we could replace them.
When he lowers back down over me and kisses me, I welcome the warmth of his skin and grab our cocks with my hand, rubbing them together.
“I’ve missed you today,” I say, even though we made love this morning before he went to work at the academy and Iwent to the library to study. We almost snuck in another love-making session on his break, but Ms. Ragthorne, the librarian, didn’t look pleased when she caught us kissing, so we went our separate ways before we got kicked out.
“I missed you too, my darling boy.”
A purr rumbles out of me, and I roll my eyes back as he throbs in my hand.
Goddess, I love it when he calls me that. I can never get enough of it. I have half a mind to record it and make it my ringtone so I can call my number every few seconds to hear it all the time.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” I tell him, and he just dismisses it with a smile.
But it’s not enough. I don’t like that I doubted him, even for a second.
I pull back my left hand, and he watches me turn my ring.
