Page 34 of SIN Bone Deep

He drew back to the tip of his cock and our gaze travelled down the bareness of our bodies, watching as the slickness of his length all but left my body before, impossibly being driven back into me with a force that rocked the bed, tapping the poles against the wall and causing the frame to groan. His hand wrapped around the wrought iron bars for traction, and he moved closer so that my hips curled up, lifting my arse from the bed, pushing his cock so deep within me, before he increased pace, the bed’s creaks and the rap against the wall increasing in time with his motion.

I placed my palms against his stomach, fascinated by the movement of the muscles beneath the flesh, my eyes following the line that was carved between them to his sternum to the glaring raven and to the beauty of his face, slack in pleasure, his eyes as smoldering as those of his raven, burning from within with flame.

His other hand joined his first, his knees moving under my arse, and I braced my heels against the mattress working my body against his, seeking my pleasure greedily until it overcame me, and I cried out as I came, clenching around him. He threw his head back, echoing my cry, his hips bucking into me as he followed.

For a moment, we were frozen in repletion, and the room settling into silence again made me aware of just how noisy we had become in our enjoyment of each other. That my aunts and sister hadn’t come to find out who I fucked so loudly in my room meant that he had cast some magic to keep them from hearing us – which would explain how he remained so relaxed as he slowly withdrew from my body and lay on his back next to me, his ribs sucking against his skin as he recovered from his exertions.

I rolled onto my side and touched my fingertips to them, before laying my palm over his heart, feeling its beat gradually slow. He covered my hand with his, his eyes on my face. “I have a heart,” he said in his husky whisper before moving his hand to rest on his stomach, freeing mine to roam.

“I know,” I traced the wing feathers of the raven. “You are not a ghost.”

“No,” he confirmed. “I am not a ghost.”

“I see ghosts,” I told him as I followed the line of the wing up to the tip of the raven’s beak.

“Yes, the veil thins around you,” he agreed reaching up to tuck a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. “There are many reasons such a thing happens, Elenyx.”

“Will you…” I hesitated, my eyes on the raven’s. “Will you be my familiar?”

He was silent, and I swallowed nervously into that long silence. “I cannot be your familiar, Elenyx,” he said finally. “That is not the role destined for me. I am yours,” his hand closed around mine and lifted it so that he could kiss my knuckles.

“Mine,” I whispered, feeling a shiver of electric sensation pass up my arm from his lips to my heart.

“Yes,” he agreed and drew me forward until my cheek rested on his chest. “Sleep, Elenyx,” he encouraged. “It grows very late, and you have a busy day tomorrow.”

Mal was coming to pick me up I remembered, and wondered if Ender knew. “Ender,” I said softly. “Mal is a demon?”

“Hmm.” His hum echoed in his chest in the affirmative.

“You said that… He is dangerous and his intentions are not…?”

“He holds a grudge against me,” Ender explained gently. “And knows that I am yours, Elenyx.”

“Oh,” I followed the curve of the raven’s chest with my fingertips. “Does he want to be… my familiar?”

“I don’t know,” he sounded concerned, and I looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“Would that… stop you from being mine, if he was?” I asked searching his face. His expression was hard to decipher.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head slightly. “This situation is unprecedented, Nyx.”

“Okay,” I adjusted my position, making myself comfortable against him, laying my leg over him. I did not need to rush to take a demon familiar, I decided, and would not do so if it meant losing Ender. But I would ask Mal some questions, I decided, and try to work out what his intentions were.

I closed my eyes and tried to drift into sleep, but Ender’s body against mind recalled to me what we had done together and to each other, and I smiled. “Ender.”

“Yes, Nyx?”

“Thank you. For… tonight. I… I don’t think many women’s first time is… like that,” I could feel the blush heat my cheeks. “With someone who knows to make it gentle and…”

His hand covered mine and he bowed his head to kiss my hair. “I am yours.”

The taste of her pleasure on my lips; divine

Her thighs around my hips, and I am lost,

Her breasts against my chest; sublime

I cannot give this up, no matter the cost.

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