Page 50 of Premonition of Peace

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against mine. “I wish we had more time.” She sighed, her breath warm against my skin.

“We have this moment,” I replied softly, brushing my lips lightly against hers. She froze for a second. The choice was hers. I wasn’t going to push it on her and I wasn’t going to make her feel like she had to.

Then her hands moved to cup my face as she pushed her lips against mine. The kiss was tentative at first, but Nathalie knew what she wanted, and I was happy to give it to her as she deepened the kiss. As our mouths moved together, the world outside of our small bubble just disappeared. There was no illness, no impending doom—just us and this precious, fleeting moment of intimacy. Nathalie’s fingers traced the lines of myjaw, her touch sending shivers down my spine. My grip on her tighter as I held her closer.

“Marcel,” she breathed against my lips, her voice breaking slightly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promised, even though we both knew it was a promise I couldn’t keep. Gods, did I want to.

Her kisses had become more urgent, more demanding. She pushed herself against me as if she were trying to imprint herself onto my skin. All hesitation in either of us had dissipated and given way to an almost rushed sense of passion.

She quickly pulled at her sweater, tugging it over her head, revealing a red, lacy bra with a front closure. I flipped us over, putting her body beneath mine. My lips skirted a path of nips and kisses across her smooth skin. I stopped my trail at the crest of her breast, placing one last nip before I unsnapped the clasp of her bra. The delicate material fell to the side. My hands were beasts of their own, cupping her breasts, each of my thumbs toying with the hardening nipples. I couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned forward, latching my mouth onto one of the stiff peaks.

“Marcel,” Nathalie groaned out as I rolled one of the little buds between my teeth before sucking away the sting.

Pulling away with a pop, my hands moved to her hips, dragging my hands slowly at the edge of her underwear, teasing.

Nathalie grabbed my wrist, pushing it further down. “Touch me,” she said hoarsely.

Leaning back, I shimmied her leggings down, taking her underwear with them. I tossed them to the floor, not caring at all where they landed.

She knew what she wanted, spreading her legs to give me access. Lying beside her, I brushed my lips over hers while I teased her opening, coating my fingers in her wetness. Her breathing hitched every time she thought that would be themoment she got what she’d asked for, until finally I plunged two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her pussy clenching. I stroked her inner walls, lightly rubbing my thumb over her clit as I found the speed and angle I knew would make her come undone. Gods, I had missed this.

“Nathalie,” I murmured, my voice rough with emotion as I watched her writhe against my hand. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her lusty gaze met mine, and she bit her bottom lip, nodding her head. “I always loved what you could do with your hands.”

With my fingers buried inside her, she fisted the sheets and moved her hips in a rhythm that felt like coming home. Watching her body respond to my touch felt as magical as any spell I’d ever cast.

“I want to look at me when you come,” I whispered, planting kisses along her jaw before I pushed myself to sit on my knees. It gave me the perfect view. “Give me that, sunbeam. You know how pretty you look when you shatter.”

Nat gave me a salacious crooked smile that made my cock twitch. I wanted to bury myself inside her for hours. But first, I wanted to watch her.

I flattened my palm on her lower abdomen as I curved my fingers upward, stroking her against the pressure I’d created. My thumb pressed into her clit and her legs began to twitch. Her mouth fell open, and her back began to arch, and still, she kept her eyes on me. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as the pleasure built. Her orgasm shook through her, a throaty groan escaping her as she trembled around my hand while I kept stroking inside her, drawing out the intensity and making her come again.

In that moment, a brief flash of gold appeared over one eye before a glamour flickered back into place. She threw her head back with a cry as the second orgasm tore through her.

Nathalie’s body unwound, and she released her death grip on the sheets while little spasms fluttered around my fingers. I pulled my hand away while she caught her breath.

I leaned against the wall, trying to still my own breathing. It had taken more energy than I could have imagined. Sweat dripped down my temple.

“Marcel,” she said quickly, sitting up next to me, checking me over. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Just a little winded.”

She ran her hands through her hair. “We shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”

Turning to her, I met her gaze. Two brown eyes stared back, but I know what I saw. “I have no regrets, sunbeam.”

“No, you spend so much energy keeping your glamour up?—”

“You have a glamour too.” I hadn’t intended on blurting it out, but time was a luxury I didn’t have anymore.

“I . . .” She stared at me, wide-eyed. “How did you know?”

Tilting my head back against the wall, I pulled my legs up and rested my elbows on my knees. “The second time you came. Your glamour broke.”

“Fuck.” She got off the bed, grabbing her clothes and putting them back on while I silently watched. She sat on the edge of mattress when she was done, keeping her back to me while she stared at the wall.

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