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I open my eyes, slowly, and see her gazing ahead at the rising Sun. I hadn’t even noticed it breaking the horizon, I was so intent on our bodies together, matching each other, melding together.

“Then let’s begin.”

CHAPTER 33: MILI

We’re almost finished with the ritual, and I haven’t stopped shaking the entire time. The only thing keeping me grounded has been Cory.

I’d felt calm when we sat together, breathing as one, but once we moved into our own parts of the ritual my anxiety returned. As I trace runes on the ground with my herbs, moving behind Cory as he communicates with the elements, my hands quiver. As a result, the runes have been less perfect than I would like, and before long my eyes are misted with worry.

“Godsdamnit,” I mutter to myself as one particular pattern comes out unproportional.

Cory glances at me, though he doesn’t stop moving his hands in the wind, and raises an eyebrow. I try to wave my hand at him, urging him not to worry about me, but he purses his lips and moves to stand by my side.

“Don’t worry about me,” I say, voice wavering. “I just had a rune come out strange.”

“Mili, you’re shaking,” he frowns, taking my hand in his. I try to pull out of his grasp, but he frowns harder and tightens his hold. “Let me help you.”

I scowl despite myself. “I’mfine. Please, we can’t waste time.”

“Gods, you’re stubborn,” he interrupts. I cross my arms defiantly, suddenly feeling a swell of indignance in my chest. I watch in shock as his eyes dart down to my chest, and a blush breaks out on my cheeks.

I drop my hands and hiss, “Oh, don’t get distracted!”

His lips purse again as he lets his eyes drop and wander over my body. I realize the wind is pushing back against me, pulling my clothes taut against my curves, and my heart starts to race.

“Cory, we can’t–”

He growls and moves closer to me, taking my face in both his hands. He stares deep into my eyes for a moment, then presses his lips to mine in a firm, hungry kiss. I’ve wanted to kiss him again all this time, and I realize with a thrill that it’s finally happening.

Still, there’s the spell to worry about, and as Cory pulls back for air I motion breathlessly to the sigils on the ground.

“Draw them on me,” he says, voice low and yearning.

“But your part–”

Cory grabs me and kisses me again, growling as we make contact, and I let him into my mouth. His tongue explores dexterously,ravenously, and the fiery pit in my stomach grows. I wind my hands in his strands of blonde hair and pull gently without thinking, eliciting a roar of a groan from Cory.

He grabs my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he hoists me up. I’m low enough on his body that I can feel his hardness pressing through his pants. I moan into his mouth and he grips me tighter, one hand on my rear and one holding my thigh.

Barely pulling back, he whispers into my mouth, “I can do the spell better with you, with us together. We’ll move as one this way.” I’m still worried that the ritual won’t work if we don’t follow the exact procedure, and Cory sees it on my face. He continues, “Mili, it feels natural for us to be together. The elements agree, I can feel it. It’s just ... right. Can you trust me?”

I gaze into his eyes, then allow my eyes to dart to his panting mouth as I smile softly and nod. He takes my lips in his again, then walks the two of us to the center of the ritual space we’ve made.

Cory lays me down at the center of the volcano’s peak and runs his hands up and down the length of my body. His movements remind me of the first time we met, when he healed me in his room. My eyes fall closed as he runs a hand up the inside of my pants, up my calf to my lower thigh, and kisses where my flowing pant leg has gotten hitched up.

“Cory, take me,” I exhale, hardly in control of myself anymore. It feels as though my lower abdomen is on fire, like my entire body will give in to the erotic pleasure already coursing through me.

At my words, Cory begins yanking my clothes off, tearing them from my body with no inhibition. I sit up and help him, and he pulls my blouse over my head, leaving me completely exposed.

I’d probably be cold if it wasn’t for the intense heat flowing through me, a small blessing. I smile as I start ripping Cory’s coat and shirt off his body, but his face is completely serious. There’s no shyness in his expression or his bodylanguage, and I feel momentarily glad that one of us is confident enough to lead.

Once he’s shirtless, he stands to pull his pants off, and I bite my lip as he moves to expose himself to me. Staring up at him feels like staring at a god, and I let out a quiet whimper in reverence for his beauty.

Then Cory pulls his pants and undergarments off, and I gasp at the sight of his manhood already hard, tip shining slightly with arousal. He kneels down before me and I sit up on my knees to meet him, pressing my breasts to his chest and feeling his cock pressed to my lower stomach.

He kisses me fiercely, pulling my head back by gripping the hair at my neck. I cry out in surprise and arousal, but he muffles my sound by pressing his lips back to mine with a quiet, low growl. His tongue carves out a space for itself in my mouth, and I meet it with my own, tasting Cory as much as I can.

While my head is angled backwards, Cory lowers his head and presses hot, urgent kisses to my jaw, then my chin, then my neck and collarbones. I whimper as he licks one long line from my shoulder up to my earlobe, and he grabs one of my breasts in his hand hungrily.

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