Page 173 of The World Undone

Her energy flared against mine, and mine responded in kind—ravenous, desperate.

It took everything I had to keep from pulling energy from her, to resist as it plowed against me, demanding entrance and our usual play, our usual exchange.

I froze, fought as hard as I could not to kiss her, not to take this any further. She’d been gone for months, I didn’t want to steal whatever strength she’d managed to conjure in that time.

Sensing something was off, she pulled back, her expression hurt, like she’d taken my reticence as rejection. “What’s wrong?”

My throat ached at the sight of her.

Here. Awake. Alive.

“You’ve been asleep.”

“Well,” the corner of her mouth twitched into a grin, “yeah. That is the nature of a dream-walk. The one requirement, some might say.”

“No,” I held her face in my palms, my eyes devouring the sight of her. “You’ve been asleep since the ritual. It’s been months.”

Confusion painted across her face. “Months?”

I nodded, the pad of my thumb pressing against her full bottom lip of its own accord, until her mouth parted for me.

I couldn’t resist her here. I never could.

As if pulled by the same thread, she sucked the tip of my thumb between her lips, tasting me, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her power grew stronger, and I felt it lick against my skin, my body half-convinced it was my dick she had in her mouth, not my finger.

“Everyone’s okay?” she asked, her tongue sweeping over my finger, drawing it fully into her mouth again.

A strangled sound pulled from my throat, as I nodded. “Yes. Mostly.”

“Good. In that case,” her breathing was ragged now as she kissed the palm of my hand, nipped the pulse point at my wrist, her thigh rubbing seductively against my dick, “let’s discuss the details later, if that works for you? I feel like I’m going to explode if I resist you for another second.”

Resist? This was what she called resisting? I was on the edge of coming just from the feel of her leg against me.

That desperate, strangled sound again was the only response I had for her.

She understood though, and pressed her mouth to mine, teeth and tongues tangling as she slid her hand down my pants. Her thumb pressed over the bead of pre-cum as she rubbed it into the ridge of my dick.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, into my mouth, her breath hot and addictive, “I’m drenched. Now, Wade. I need you now.”

Her words nearly undid me, and I used all of my strength to keep from busting in my pants.

With hurried hands, far less graceful than I was used to in these dreams, I shoved my sweatpants and boxers down. But I didn’t have the restraint necessary to do the same for her.

Instead, sliding the loose, flimsy silk of her absurdly short shorts to the side, I shoved inside of her, choking on a gasp as her warmth enveloped me.

She moaned into my mouth, her kiss growing more urgent and fired as her hips met mine, thrust for thrust.

“Gods, I love you,” she whispered, letting me swallow the words whole as she climbed towards her edge and I fought desperately not to fall over it first.

Delicious tension lined every muscle of my body as she pulled from me, my power clumsy and straining in its desperation to feed her own.

“Love isn’t a strong enough word for how I feel about you.” I pressed my tongue, my teeth, to the spots I’d memorized along her neck, knowing exactly where, and how, to pull those intoxicating sounds from her throat.

She clenched around me, her teeth and nails digging into my flesh, piercing my skin in a way that only amplified my pleasure.

“I’m close,” I warned, as I pumped into her, fighting to hold back.

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