Page 74 of Gothikana

He took a pillow from the other side, putting it under her hips, angling it up while being inside her, the motion almost making her moan before she bit her tongue. Once settled, he placed his hands flat on the wall above the bed for support and began ramming into her, hard, fast, brutal, the aggression of the action making her walls weep and her muscles shake as she tried to hold onto him, biting her lip to contain any noises that wanted to escape her throat.

A mewl escaped, and he stopped.

Corvina cried out, tears almost escaping in frustration. He brought a hand down to flick a nipple in warning, and waited her out, keeping her on the edge of the precipice with his fullness inside her.

She turned her head toward the window, seeing the utter darkness outside, and tilted her hips, trying to get him to move.

He drove into her harshly, and this time, Corvina pushed her mouth into his neck and moaned against it, her panting muffled by his flesh as their hips slapped together, mating in the most primitive, basic way a man and a woman could mate. The angle of his penetration pushed her clit on every downward stroke, sending an electric current through her entire body, the zap pulsing out from her pussy to her limbs.

‘Vad,’ she murmured against his neck, pleading him to take her over the edge.

He pushed down harder into her on the next thrust, the sound of clouds and heavy breathing and the wet slap of their skins the only sounds in the room. Her lips parted as a familiar liquid fire raced through her veins, making her spine curve and her limbs shake, her heels digging into his back for some kind of purchase, her nails scoring his sides as ecstasy sizzled through her, making her pussy gush and soul bleed. Her mouth opened and she bit down on his shoulder to contain her scream, her body jerking as she came in a flash.

His own grunt of pleasure disappeared into her neck, his seed flooding her in jerks as he came inside her, moving even through his orgasm, prolonging both their pleasures as long as he could. He collapsed on her after, before shifting to the side, both of them panting and staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch theirbreath.

‘Will it always be like this?’ Corvina asked on an inhale full of air, knowing she had to take the pillow out from under her hips but too boneless to even try to move.

‘It’ll get better,’ he told her on his own inhale.

If it got any better, she would die.

After a few seconds, he heaved himself up and out of bed, and Corvina stifled a sigh of disappointment at the immediate separation. She felt needy, wanting his touch and his gentling and his reassurances. This wasn’t like that time in the car when her mindset had been different. She felt different now, newer, feeling her way around herself. She liked when he took charge and took care of her.

She heard pipes groaning and the sound of water running before he came to her. He took the pillow from under her hips and threw it to the floor, picked her up next, swinging her into his arms, and headed to the opposite side of the attic in the little light from the lamp, taking her through a door she assumed was the bathroom.

It was large and dark since he hadn’t turned on any lights, with stone walls and visible pipes, an ornate antique mirror and a sink right in front of the door. He paused for a moment, and she looked at their reflections in the light coming from the room, struck by the image — his tall, broad, beautiful form packed with muscles holding her short, petite, curvy frame, her long black hair trailing wildly over his arm, his own dark and pepper hair mussed by her fingers. Their eyes, silver and purple, locked on each other.

‘Witch,’ he murmured to her reflection, the affection evident in his gaze and his tone.

‘Devil,’ she breathed, hoping he found the same in her gaze and voice.

By the look of the smile slashing his lips, he did. It struck her in that moment how the two words that had been spat at them like curses had twisted to become their own terms of endearment, in a way that was heart-warming now.

He turned them to the side, to a white claw-foot bathtub filling with water, steam rising from its surface. But that wasn’t what held her attention. It was the huge, antique arched window right in front of the tub, giving a view of the dark mountain in the front and the academic wing lit up by the electric torches on top. It was so breathtaking at night she couldn’t even imagine how it looked during the day.

He put her down to turn the water off and Corvina pulled her hair up, twisting it in a big knot on top to keep it off as he got into the tub. Indicating the space in front of him, he pulled her in and got her seated, leaning them both until they were submerged in the water from the neck down.

The heat from the water felt amazing on her sore muscles, especially between her legs.

‘Couldn’t turn the light on and risk anyone seeing us,’ he told the side of her neck. ‘The window is visible from the top.’

Corvina looked at the view and sighed happily. ‘It’s perfect.’

They sat in companionable silence for a while, just enjoying the moment in the middle of the night with a beautiful view when everyone slept and they were awake, taking a bath after coming together.

‘I feel safe with you,’ Corvina confessed in the dark.

His arms tightened around her, but he stayed silent.

Something in the moment — the languidness, the darkness, the nakedness — she didn’t know what it was, made her speak. ‘I’m lost most days. Sometimes in my head. Still trying to figure myself out every day. And it feels like every day the world keeps spinning around with something new and worse thrown in the mix.’ She paused, keeping her eyes on the view. ‘I’m building my castle brick by brick in the middle of the storm, and I’m wondering if the mountain underneath my feet will crumble.’ She turned her neck to catch his eyes. ‘You’re my mountain, my Vad. I don’t know how, and I don’t understand why, but somehow, I’m building my castle on you.’

He leaned forward, his eyes blazing, and kissed her for a long minute before pulling back. ‘Build your castle, Corvina,’ he told her quietly as they both watched the view outside. ‘I’m not moving anywhere. Build your castle as fucking high as you want.’

Corvina felt her lips tremble, her eyes stinging at the truth she heard ringing in his voice. She let it settle around her and seep into her pores, slowly, unconsciously, giving away another piece of herself to him for safekeeping.

They stayed silent for a long while, simply being, simply existing together, and it was the most loved Corvina had felt in a long,long time.

‘Why were you aroused in class today?’ he asked her after a few long minutes. ‘You never answered me.’

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