She focused on his markings and then beyond them, funnelled her magic into his veins and muscles, seeking the other spell, the one she had sensed in the bedroom before he had pulled away from her and left her in search of some air.
“I think a witch might be responsible for what happened to you.” She kept her focus on his body as the full weight of his attention came to rest on her, his eyes gaining a curious edge as they locked on her face. “I can feel dark magic in you… buried deep… so deep I’m not sure I can draw it to the surface to decipher what spell was cast on you… but I want to help you.”
He lifted his free hand and cupped her other cheek with it, framing her face, and looked deep into her eyes. “While I would like to remember our time together… I don’t care that I can’t remember… hell, I might even say I prefer it this way… because I don’t have to remember the pain like you do. I don’t have to remember you dying… the thought that you had died.”
She released his wrist and held his hands, keeping them on her face as her heart bled for him at the same time as it filled with warmth, stirred by the way he was looking at her with so much affection in his eyes and by the honesty in his words.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, needing to say it again.
He smiled tightly. “It isn’t your fault. What happened… it was a long time ago, Isadora… and even if I could remember it, I would never hold it against you. If you need my forgiveness… then you have it. I don’t think I could ever blame you for anything or hold a grudge against you for longer than a minute.”
His smile warmed, lighting his eyes, an echo of the way he had looked at her a thousand times in the past when he had been far less serious and far more trouble.
He swept his thumbs across her cheeks, sending warmth skittering over her skin and lightening her insides as feelings stirred inside her, need she was no longer strong enough to deny.
“I’m happy with those memories gone,” he husked, his eyebrows furrowing as he held her gaze. “I’m happy to make new ones with you.”
He glanced at his wrists.
“A spell might hold my memories at bay, but the one you cast to bind us together still exists and it rises to the surface from time to time.” His eyes fell back to the intricate swirls of the spell inscribed on him and softened. “When it happens… I’m drawn to staring at them, spend as long as it lasts studying them… mesmerised by them and struck by a sense they’re important… more than just fancy ink.”
His gaze shifted back to lock with hers.
“I don’t need memories to make me feel something for you.”
He dipped his head.
Claimed her lips in a kiss so soft it brought tears to her eyes.
Whispered against them.
“Isadora… I still love you.”
CHAPTER 15
Rook wasn’t prepared for the sensations that detonated inside him as Isadora wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Softer emotions he had never experienced before ran rampant through him, swirled and entwined with the force of need that rose inside him, a hunger that compelled him to take more from her, to not release her until it was satisfied.
A groan slipped from his lips as she angled her head and deepened the kiss, and damn, it rocked him to his core.
Spilling the contents of his heart, admitting to soft feelings that had no place in his world, had been difficult, but hell, it had been worth it to see the way her aqua eyes had lit up and warmed as he confessed that he felt connected to her.
That he loved her.
She moaned, the sound sweet music to his ears as he held her closer, banded his arms around her back and lifted her. Another little sigh escaped her as he clutched her backside, and his own groan joined it as he palmed her. Holy hell, she felt good beneath his fingers, pressed against him. His already rock hard cock ached, throbbed with need that had a grimace pulling at his lips as he kissed her.
Nerves rose again, but he tamped them down, refused to acknowledge them and let them ruin this moment. Whatever happened, he could handle it.
The voice at the back of his mind taunted him, whispered that he couldn’t. He had never been with a woman in his current life.
But that was wrong, wasn’t it?
He had been with Isadora.
She destroyed his ability to think as she wrapped her long legs around his hips, her knees scalding him through his jeans.
“Rook,” she husked as she devoured his mouth with kisses that were growing rougher, wilder, and damn, he could get in on some of that mindless passion where only feeling existed.
It was better than panicking that whatever happened between them, his lack of a memory was going to make it less than it should be. He wasn’t inexperienced. He chanted that in his head as he kissed her, nipped at her lower lip with his blunt teeth and ripped another sultry moan from her. She rocked her hips forwards and he hissed through those teeth as her heat met his aching length.
“Need you.” Those words, uttered in her sweet voice in a desperate way, were his undoing.
He growled, the need to satisfy her, to bring her to a shattering release that would ease her need of him and bring them closer together, rolling through him with the force of a tornado, leaving him wrecked.
She kissed him harder, her lips clashing with his, as he turned with her and carried her back into the apartment.
She didn’t stop when Apollyon glanced at them from the living room, kept kissing him and working her body against his, driving him wild. Her lips broke away from his and he slid Apollyon and Serenity a look he hoped conveyed every ounce of his desire for them to be gone. The last thing he needed was an audience, and he didn’t want either of them hearing him making love to Isadora.
This was a private moment, one he needed to be just about them.
Apollyon scowled at him.
The witch gently placed her hand on his arm and they both disappeared.
Rook lowered his head, kissed the curve of Isadora’s throat and carried her into the bedroom.
He pressed one knee into the mattress and laid her down on it, covered her with his body and groaned as she rocked against him, the friction firmer now, enough to have shivers tripping through him whenever she rubbed the length of his cock through his jeans.
He needed them gone.
He needed her naked beneath him.
He focused and sent his clothes away, leaving him nude.
Isadora moaned and skimmed her fingers over his shoulders, her blue eyes darkening with need he could feel in her as she studied his body, tracing the lines of his muscles and leaving hot trails in the wake of her fingertips.
He caught her waist and shoved her up the covers, and kneeled on the bed, intending to settle himself over her again.
She sat up and pushed against his chest, forcing him to rise onto his knees before her.
Hell.
He stilled as she wrapped a hand around his shaft, as she pushed down to reveal the crown, and cupped his balls.
“Damn I missed you,” she murmured, her voice tight, drenched with desire.
Talking to him, or his cock?
Her eyes lifted to meet his and he groaned as she fisted his length again, holding it tightly, squeezing it in a way that sent heat rolling through him, a hit of pleasure that robbed him of his breath.
He lowered his hands in response, cupped her breasts through her black dress and pinched her beaded nipples. Hard. She gasped, but pleasure lit her eyes, darkened them in a way that was too damn sexy.
He knew her.
Whether he remembered her or not.
He knew everything about her, all the things she loved, and yet he didn’t know her.
And that was a weird feeling.
As he tweaked her nipples and she lowered her hand again to rub the spot beneath his sac, sending an intense wave of bliss through him that had his cock jerking in a way that brought a smile to her kiss-reddened lips, it struck him that she definitely knew him.
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br /> Hell, did she know him.
He lost focus as she went to war on him, brought her mouth to his cock and licked the length of it before taking him into her wet heat. He groaned as pleasure overwhelmed him, the feel of her mouth moving on him as she teased the spot behind his balls and played with them too much to handle. It quickly built, a tightness forming inside him, and he breathed harder as he struggled to survive the onslaught, to hold back his climax so she didn’t know the power she had over him.
The wicked glint in her eyes as she quickly released him from the heaven of her mouth and firmly gripped his length, squeezing it hard just as he had been about to lose his battle, said there was no point in trying to pretend she didn’t rule him.
She already knew she did.
Rook clutched her shoulders when she looked as if she might go to war on him again, unsure he could handle another round, not without finding release. Whatever she had done with her hand had stopped him, but he was perilously close to the edge, in danger of catapulting right over it the second she licked or stroked him again.
“A moment.” He extricated himself from her grip and collapsed onto the bed beside her.
Isadora didn’t give him what he wanted.
But damn, she gave him what he needed.
She rose onto her knees, stripped off her dress to reveal her lush bare curves, and crawled towards him.
He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing as she prowled towards him, looking as if she wanted to devour him.
His thighs trembled as she skimmed her hands up them and he reached above him, gripped the pillow and held it tightly behind his head as he watched her. Her silver hair tickled his thighs as she lowered her head and pressed slow kisses to his skin, and he bit back another groan as her breasts brushed his legs.
He wasn’t sure whether to tip his head back and moan, or keep his eyes locked on her as she worked magic on him, teasing him and keeping him right at the edge with every soft kiss or hard nip. He wasn’t sure whether he was coming or going as she swirled her tongue over his hip, brushed her palms up his thighs, and came close to touching his aching cock.
It kicked in response to the near miss of her fingers, and jerked again when she kissed near to it and her hair brushed it.
She was doing it on purpose.
His fault for saying he needed a moment?
She wasn’t really giving him one. Now she had him on fire with a need for her to touch him, to stroke and lick him again. He was wild with another need too, a hunger to touch her, to tease her in return and wring sweet moans from her, knowing he was responsible for her pleasure.
He tried to reach her shoulder to pull her up to him so he could kiss her, could palm her breasts and torment her, but she evaded him, her smile growing mischievous.
Rook groaned as she dropped her head and licked the length of his shaft, from root to tip, her silver hair concealing her face and everything she was doing from view as it spilled over his stomach. Another groan tore from him as he looked at the peachy globes of her bottom where it jutted into the air, swaying side to side as she drove him out of his ever-loving mind.
He growled as she nipped at his cock, sending a hot wave of shivers rolling down it, and reached down to her, fisted her hair and pulled her head up. Her hunger-darkened gaze locked on his, unrepentant. She strained against his hold, her eyes remaining on his, and his breaths came faster as he watched her mouth nearing the head of his length. Her tongue darted out and he groaned as she teased him, softly stroked the crown and sent another shiver bolting through him.
Shit, he wasn’t sure he could take much more.
She gasped as he hauled her up to him by her hair and claimed her mouth, swallowing the moan that followed it. Her body pressed against his, breasts scalding his chest, and he clamped his free hand down on her backside and held her to him as he rubbed his aching length against her damp curls.
“Need you,” he uttered against her lips between rough kisses, echoing her earlier words.
Her legs fell down on either side of his hips and she sat back as he released her hair. Her eyes locked with his again as he skimmed his hands over the curve of her waist, and his breaths came faster as she rose off him, took hold of his length and eased it into position.
His ability to breathe shut off completely as she pressed back on his cock and the crown breached her hot core. His focus dropped to where they joined and he stared as she sank onto him, taking every inch of him into her, her breathing quickening as he filled her.
Hell.
He swallowed hard.
His cock kicked in her warm sheath, so tight with need he wasn’t sure he would last more than a few strokes.
He groaned in time with her as she leaned over him, her body sliding up his length, and caught hold of his shoulders. He obeyed as she pulled him up into a sitting position and cupped her backside as his chest met hers again. She kissed him, softer now, and he focused on it, on the way her tight body gloved him and how sweet she tasted on his lips.
She brushed her palms over his cheeks, the gentleness of her caress sending heat of a different nature spiralling through him, warmth that filled his heart.
“Isadora,” he murmured against her lips, lost in the way she was kissing him, how it stirred feelings he wasn’t sure how to process because they were unfamiliar.
He had told her that he loved her, but the emotions that washed through him as he held her, their bodies entwined, ran so deep he wasn’t sure he could label it as love. It transcended that emotion. She was vital to him, part of him that he had been missing for millennia, but now she was back.
She broke away from his lips, smiled softly, and suddenly gripped his hair and yanked his head back.
“Sweet fuck,” he groaned and shuddered, and damn, what he felt for his little witch was definitely deeper than love.
She knew all the right buttons to press in him.
He growled, his teeth all sharpening in response to the pleasure that crashed over him as she fisted his hair, held it so tight his scalp stung, and began working her body on him, riding his cock with swirls of her hips that left him at her mercy.
Her breasts bounced against his chest as she rocked on him and he ripped a moan from her as he cupped them, as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and squeezed.
He lowered his left hand to her hip, clutched it and drove her down onto his cock as he tensed and thrust up into her. She moaned, pulled his head back and kissed him.
He tried to focus to shift his teeth back, fumbling the kiss as panic flashed through him.
“Don’t,” she muttered, her breath washing over his face. “I can handle them.”
He shuddered and groaned as she stroked her tongue over his fangs, teasing him with the light caress. He growled and lifted his head, claimed her lips and tangled his tongue with hers as he brought her down onto him, harder than before.
She rewarded him with another moan, this one breathless, and followed it with a little cry as he drove into her. He twisted her nipple again, tearing another from her, and she gripped his shoulder with her other hand and moved faster, longer strokes that had his balls tightening again, release rising up his aching length.
Hell, he needed more.
He pumped his hips, faster now, desperately reaching for release as her cries filled his ears, bursting from her lips between kisses.
She tensed in his arms, her body clamping down on him, and threw her head back, her hoarse cry echoing around the room as her hips kicked forwards. He groaned as she quivered around him, her heart thundering in his ears, her sheath milking him as her heat scalded him.
Her hands slipped from his hair and his shoulder, and he caught her as she fell backwards. She was a picture as she lay on his legs, her arms splayed at her sides, breasts heaving as she fought for air. Quiet moans escaped her and her tongue swept out to chase over her reddened lips, making him want to pull her back up to him and kiss her again.
Only he couldn’t move, was too fascinat
ed by the feel of her body flexing around his, how it gripped him like a glove in her current position.
A lazy smile curled her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.
He grinned and skimmed one hand over her belly, pushed his thumb between her plush petals and teased her pert nub. She moaned, her face twisting with it as he rubbed her, teasing her as he kept his cock in her. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, her nipples beading again as he pushed her through the haze of her first climax.
He dropped his gaze to where he joined with her, a groan of his own rolling up his throat at the sight of him buried inside her. He glistened with her moisture. He lowered his thumb, caught some of it, and brought it back up, used it to tease her higher, stroking her bead until she was rocking against him, moving on his cock again.
This time, he wanted to be the one in control.
The moment she was writhing again, breathless little whimpers escaping her, he lifted her off his cock, twisted her onto her belly as she moaned her disapproval, and rose onto his knees as he set her down on the bed. He kicked her legs apart, pulled her hips up and fed his cock into her, sliding as deep as she could take him.
She pressed back against him, on her hands and knees, a contented sigh leaving her lips as he filled and stretched her again.
He skimmed his hand up her spine, buried his fingers into her silver hair, and twisted it in his fist.
A moan burst from her lips as he tugged on it, pulling her head back, and gripped her hip with his other hand. He tore another from her as he thrust into her, withdrew almost all the way and plunged back in again. He held her immobile as he drove into her, his pace building until he couldn’t go any faster, was furiously pumping her, filling her over and over as she began to tighten around him.
Her moans filled the room, mingling with his own grunts as he pulled on her hair and gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“More,” she barked and pressed back against him.
He groaned and plunged deeper, faster, giving her all of him, everything he could as release rose to the base of his cock.
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