Page 18 of A Second Roar for Love

“Relax, love. I’ve been dreaming of what I would do to your beautiful body if I got you back. This is my chance.” Sliding his hand from her pussy, he licked the slick wetness from each finger, letting her watch the ultra-sexy move.

Instinctively, she sucked in a breath, letting her knees fall open. With his gaze still on her, he moved between her thighs and pressed his cock to her cleft again.

Inch by inch, he moved. His thumb circled her clit, working her in time with each slow, torturous move. When she gasped, raising her hips for more, he thrust deep, hard and took her breath away.

She sucked in a single breath through her teeth, but then groaned, her eyes on him.

“Perfect.” The word came out of him in a rough groan.

She licked at her dry lips and nodded. “We are perfect.”

He reared back and thrust into her, her body cushioning his quick move. “Is that all of you?”

He shook his head.

Ellie licked her lips. “I want all of you. Every bit. I want to feel you inside, full and deep. Fill me, Reed. Make me yours all over again.”

With a growl, he drove his cock deep, stretching her wide and full. Ellie cried out, her body tight as she came again. She spread her thighs wider, taking him even deeper.

He rode her hard, and her body met his thrust for thrust until he swelled deep inside, his cock pulsing.

With a snarl he pulled back, driving his cock as far as her body would take. Hot spurts jetted from his member, filling her as heat skittered across his body.

Another climax took her, both of them shaking as Reed’s seed bonded them body and soul.

TEN

Ellie’s eyes fluttered open, the first rays of dawn filtering through her lace curtains. She stretched languidly, a smile playing at her lips as memories of the previous night danced through her mind. The strength of Reed’s embrace, the tender words whispered in the darkness, the sense of rightness that had settled in her heart - it all filled her with a newfound sense of empowerment.

She rose from the bed, padding softly to the window. Ellie breathed deeply, feeling the magic of the land thrumming through her veins, stronger than ever before.

With Reed at the sheriff’s office, Ellie decided to seize the day and explore more of her grandmother’s belongings in the attic. She had always sensed there were secrets hidden among the dusty trunks and faded photographs, secrets that might shed light on her own magical heritage.

The attic stairs groaned under Ellie’s weight, each step a precarious journey into the unknown. The air grew heavy with the musty scent of old books and the cloying sweetness of dried lavender, threatening to suffocate her as she climbed higher. Dust motes danced in the thin shafts of sunlight that pierced through the small, circular window, their erratic movements casting eerie shadows across the cluttered space.

Ellie’s heart pounded in her chest, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a shroud. The attic had always held an air of mystery, a repository of secrets she had never dared to uncover. But today, something drew her forward, an invisible force tugging at her very soul.

As she reached the top of the stairs, her eyes fell upon a chest she had never seen. It lurked in the darkest corner of the attic, partially concealed by a tattered, moth-eaten curtain. The chest was crafted from rich, dark wood, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of twisting vines and delicate leaves. A small, silver lock glinted in the dim light, a silent guardian of the secrets within.

Curiosity burned through Ellie’s veins, overpowering the sense of unease that coiled in her stomach. She approached the chest, each step a battle against the instinct to turn and flee. The floorboards creaked beneath her bare feet, their groans echoing through the stillness like ghostly whispers.

Kneeling before the chest, Ellie reached out a trembling hand. The silver lock was cool to the touch, its surface smooth and unyielding. She closed her eyes, drawing in a shaky breath as she summoned her magic. It thrummed through her fingertips, a crackling energy that set her nerves alight.

“Aperio,” she whispered, the ancient word falling from her lips like a prayer.

The lock shuddered, then clicked open with a sound that echoed through the attic like a gunshot. Ellie’s heart raced, her palms slick with sweat as she lifted the heavy lid. The hinges protested, their rusted joints screaming in the silence.

As the chest opened, a gust of stale air rushed out, carrying with it the scent of age and secrets long forgotten. Ellie’s eyes widened as she took in the contents, a treasure trove of her grandmother’s past laid bare before her.

Letters, brittle with age and bound with faded ribbons, spilled from the chest like a waterfall of yellowed parchment. Ellie’s fingers shook as she lifted them out, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized her grandmother’s elegant script. The ink had faded, but the words still held power, whispering of secrets that sent chills down Ellie’s spine.

She read of coven meetings under the light of the full moon, of rituals and spells that teetered on the edge of darkness. There were sketches of runes and symbols, their lines stark and ominous against the weathered pages. Some were familiar to Ellie, echoes of her own magical studies. But others were foreign, their meanings lost to time and shadow.

As she delved deeper, a letter caught her eye. The parchment was darker than the rest, its edges scorched as if by flame. Ellie’s heart stuttered as she unfolded it, the paper crackling like dry leaves in her hands.

The words within spoke of a pact, an agreement forged in the depths of night. Ellie’s grandmother had been a part of it, her name signed in blood beside that of a mysterious figure known only as “The White Scimitar.” The implications sent a chill through Ellie’s bones, a realization that her grandmother had been involved in something far more sinister than she had ever imagined.

With shaking hands, Ellie set the letter aside. Beneath it lay an old, leather-bound bundle of loose-leaf pages, its surface cracked and worn. She unrolled it carefully, the parchment whispering secrets as it unfurled.

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