I could hear him encouraging me, telling me to give it to him, wanting to see me bounce on top of him as I came. Corbin never spoke to me like that, and hearing his voice brought low and his hands burning on my skin, I almost lost control. I bent forward over him, bracing my hands on his chest, making my breasts bounce in front of his face, the necklace swinging forward between us, the light casting shadows as it moved. Corbin lifted his face and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, surprising a moan of pleasure out of me as he sucked me hard, dragging his teeth over my nipple. I had teased myself enough; crooking my nails into his skin, I rocked my body harder and harder, grinding against him until the thunder in the sky was rumbling out of control with my cries. A bolt of lightning flashed in the sky as the orgasm ripped through my body, making me scream his name to the heavens, my body trembling as I drank in the power of the storm and his skin touching mine, pouring power into him in a mad rush.
“More,” I whispered to Corbin even as the waves of pleasure were still rolling through me, my pussy still quivering around his rock hard cock.
“More,” Corbin said with a nod, and in the next moment, we were up and Corbin had me pressed into the cement wall. His hips were pounding into me, his head tucked into the curve of my neck, his breath washing over my wet skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaving my legs open around his hips, not wanting to constrict his new fervor. His mouth was so fucking close to my neck, to the throbbing bite on my shoulder, I could feel the feather touch of his lips.
“Bite me, Corbin,” I said, and he didn’t hesitate. His teeth found the crescent moon scars and the delicious pain shot through me in an arrow of heated pleasure. I screamed his name as every muscle in my body clenched and he had to force his thick cock into me, pushing my walls open as he fucked me. I raked my nails over his scalp with no hair to grip.
“Yes, Corbin. Yes,” I breathed, feeling him start to lose that constant resolve. His hands gripped my legs as he growled against my neck, pressing me harder into the wall, and under the thunder, I thought I heard the concrete behind me crack, my power coursing through him making him as strong as any elf.
“More, Corbin,” I begged. “More!” The wall gave in a spider web crack behind me, letting my body sink into the depression, but Corbin never lost his rhythm. Finally, finally Corbin began to let go. He growled like a caged animal suddenly free as he ravaged me with nails, teeth, and cock. When he came inside of me, arching his whole body back while he shook with pleasure, he screamed like he never had before, his voice echoing the thunder rolling around us.
The power and magic we had raised washed in and out of me, in and out of him until we were each left with an equal divide and yet fully whole. I knew my eyes were shining when Corbin lowered his face to mine and kissed me deep and long. I could taste blood in our kiss, and for the first time, Corbin didn’t shy away from it. When he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, I could see the power swirling in his brown depths, making them bright like fresh honey.
We lay together on the roof until the moon set and the sun rose in a riot of color as the clouds of my storm had begun to shift and break apart. Corbin fell asleep next to me, his chest rising and falling slowly and his arm acting as my pillow. We never felt the chill of the concrete or the rain; our bodies were so full of power that no discomfort could touch us. The cuts I had given him as I carved my pleasure into his skin were red, but healing already, his body adapting to the magic easier than either of us had thought possible.
I reached for the charm at my neck and gripped it in my hand, feeling the warmth of the crystals under my hand. Fallon had promised the charm wouldn’t put me under a spell, and right then, as I looked around the garden that had blossomed around us, I believed him. No, it hadn’t placed me under a spell; it had broken a spell.
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