Page 61 of Tormented By Regret

My dreams were still filled with premonitions, some dark, some light. Lately, they had been very sweet when it concerned Lee and I. We were always riding off into some sunset, seeking out some adventure. And that’s what we were-two gypsy souls who had found each other in the darkness.

His mouth ran hotly along my neck as I stroked his hard length. His beard in that tender spot always made me needy. “You drive me to madness, my pretty little lunatic.”

“But I’d rather you fuck with me then get yourself in trouble,” I murmured against his lips as he grunted in need.

“I was going to bash that guy’s head in,” he grunted again.

“And that’s why I love you,” I gasped as he entered me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my power rolling over me, and engulfing him.

“Shit, it’s doing it again.”

I giggled. “Just feel it. It’s okay. It won’t hurt you.” The sensations were new for both of us. The more intense the sex was, the more he felt my powers.

The first time it happened, he freaked out on me. He said it was like hundreds of electrical shocks running down his back. The second time, it lifted us into the air, he didn’t like that much. By the third time, I had learned to control it and it stroked him into pleasure. This time it was more concentrated, and I felt that electrical wave that he felt as he fucked me.

Our sex was hot, intense, we couldn’t get enough of one another. I’d learned that not only my raven could set me free, but my lover had that same power. Being under him meant I was safe, and I never wanted to escape. I wanted to stay here forever.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” he clenched his jaw as my pussy pulsed around him. I leaned back and felt the raven’s feather ruffle, cocooning me in its embrace. His cock filled me so perfectly, and as he fucked me, I spread my arms out, my raven relishing in the pleasure he induced in us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, running his hand over my bra, tearing it down so he could bite and nibble on my flesh.

“I’m cumming, Lee,” I wrapped my arms around me as he loved me through yet another strange orgasm.

At some point, he’d exploded with me, but I was too high on the feeling that I didn’t notice. He was stroking my hair as we slowly came down from the power induced euphoria.

“You know, I kind of miss regular sex.”

I laughed into his neck. “I’ll control it eventually.”

“I’m not against us trying over and over again.” His beard tickled my neck as he teased me.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, my pretty bird.”

“Didn’t you die for me once already?”

“I guess I should be used to it, huh?”

“Don’t be so morbid,” I swatted at his chest, now scarred with the stab wounds from our last encounter with death.

I ran my fingers along the edge of one and sadness swept over me. “Don’t joke like that,” I fought back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m sorry,” he grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I didn’t mean that.”

“You ever try dying on me like that again and I’ll go with you,” I whispered.

He cradled my face, tipping my head back until my eyes met his. “You are my everything. Where you go, I go.” He shook his head in earnest. “I’d die for you a million times over.”

I reached up and touched his cheek, running my fingers over his beard. “How about we live a million times over.”

“Deal,” he uttered, right before he gave me one of his earth-shattering kisses.

I never told him this, but I could get lost forever in his kisses. It was how I fell in love with him in the first place. The second time was when he told me he’d never leave me. I sometimes wondered if he knew how his love had saved me.

My raven shuddered as I surrendered myself to him, because he was my home. He was the one who taught me that I didn’t have to be alone to feel free. That love was possible even when it didn’t feel like it could ever happen, to someone like me.

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