Page 115 of The Eighth Isle

Water everywhere. Moans and screams and whispers in my ear. I came so hard I cried out at the top of my lungs.

Grey held me down on his cock hard enough to bruise me, but the pain worked so perfectly with the pleasure. He came, too, together with me, and we continued to move like that, chasing the high still, until our muscles locked and our limbs became heavy.

There was no way I could say a single thing, or even move at all, so when he pulled me to lay on his chest, I made no sound. My eyes were closed, and I even fell asleep for a bit because the next time I was aware of my surroundings, I was in Grey’s arms and he was adjusting the water’s temperature in the shower.

“Tired yet?” he whispered, kissing my lips gently, his wet hair sticking to his face, his eyes alive and glistening.

“Not a chance,” I muttered, though I was. But I knew that as soon as he began to touch me again, I’d be wide awake because I’d fucking slept enough. Way too many times without him. “Don’t you dare stop,” I said, and his smile grew.

“As you wish, my queen.”

He put me on my feet and washed away the foam and our cum from between my legs, then wrapped me up in fluffy white towels and carried me back to the bedroom, leaving thebathroom a total mess. Water everywhere, but we could clean it tomorrow. No rush.

The night was still young, and we made good use of it, Grey and I. He let me rest on his chest for a few minutes and dried my hair simply by touching it, caressing it, and using small amounts of his magic that I barely even felt.

Then he took me to the closet, and we picked a black set of lingerie this time, and a royal purple dress—such gorgeous pieces.

True to his words, he tore them all off my body while he worshipped me on the bed all night long.

Twenty-Five

“I want to show you something,”I said, putting on a brown leather jacket from the closet as Grey watched from the bed.

“You should sleep, baby. It’s almost dawn.”

And it was. The sun had just started to light up the sky behind the windows, turning it into a gorgeous grey—my favorite color. A lot of it was in Grey’s eyes, too. I decided I didn’t want to sleep, even though I was tired. Strangely, the last time we fucked and Grey bit me, took my blood, a new wave of energy filled me like I’d already slept for a long time, and I felt great. I felt…restless. I felt guilty to close my eyes, like I was wasting time sleeping when I could be out there, enjoying the Burrow.

Or, at least, the part of the Burrow I hadn’t seen in so long.

“I don’t want to sleep, Grey,” I said, going to sit on the bed next to him, and he immediately dragged himself closer. “I want to go out there. C’mon, get dressed. I really want to show you something.”

He took my hand from my lap, brought my fingertips to his lips and kissed them, looking up at me like he knew a secret that he absolutely adored.

“What?” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious, but I was smiling, too.

“Your eyes have never been greener,” he told me, then rose to kiss my lips.

“You have a way of lighting me up from the inside like that,” I said, and though it was a joke, it was also true. One hundred percent true.

“I’m only just getting started,” he promised me.

Finally, he put those jeans on, and the ripped blue shirt, too. He’d torn it when his wings exploded on his back last night, when he lost it with Valentine.

The thought sent shivers down my back, and I wanted to start panicking about it already, about where Valentine was and if Storm was able to stay hidden, and if the sirens had figured out where I was, if they were out there waiting, but…

Not yet,I told myself. The day hadn’t really begun, and I wasn’t ready for reality yet. Just for a little while longer.

So, I walked with Grey hand in hand, and I took him to the triangle room because that was the only way I knew to get to the woods I was looking for. The doors opened for me without trouble, and then I was there again, with all those windows around me and the holes in the ceiling, and the stairs that started in the middle of the room, then went down all the way to the ground floor. To the glass wall that separated the Paradise from the forest.

As we descended those stairs, I told Grey all about how I came to be here that first time again, how Amber had kissed the glass, and how I knew now that it had been Mama Si’s plan all along. All those details—none of it had been an accident or a coincidence. It was all planned, and thinking back, I was actually impressed by it.

The glass panel was there, though, no longer missing as it had been then, but I had magic now, too. I hadn’t tried to makeanything disappear before—I hadn’t trieda lotof things still—but I could always try right now.

“Here’s a trick I found works best with magic for simple tasks,” Grey said as he stepped behind me, his hands on my shoulders. “The harder you try, the more you spoil it. The harder you focus, the more it finds ways to evade your intent. It is your servant—treat it as such, and you will be rewarded.”

I looked up at him. “A servant.”

“Yes—that’s what it is. It exists to serve you. If you start overthinking or hesitating, you give it space to interpret your intent in twisted ways. Am I making sense?” And he gave me a peck on the lips.

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