Page 49 of Magic in My Bones

Dorian groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. “Squeeze tighter. Gods, yes. Like that. Feels so good…”

Together, we found a rhythm, stroking and caressing each other in tandem. Dorian slipped a second finger inside me and I moaned into his lips.

“Dorian,” I whimpered, hardly recognizing my own voice, breathy and needy. My hand tightened around his length, feeling it throb and twitch against my palm.

Dorian's other hand tangled in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat. He peppered kisses along my throat before letting out a deep, guttural groan. “Ren... I'm... I can't hold back much longer,” he panted against my neck. “If you don’t stop…”

But I was too lost in sensation to fully process his words. The coil in my belly was winding tighter and tighter, my body squeezing around his fingers. I needed more, needed him to push me over that precipice. “Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for. “Dorian, please...”

I thought I was going to die if he didn’t do…something.

He seemed to understand my wordless plea. Dorian's fingers curled inside me, pressing against a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. At the same time, his thumb circled my cock, rubbing the sensitive head in firm, deliberate strokes. The dual sensations were overwhelming. I could barely breathe, let alone think.

“That's it, love,” Dorian murmured, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Let go. Let it happen.”

His words were my undoing. With a choked cry, I shattered, my body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Our magic exploded around us in a shower of silver sparks, like stars falling from the heavens. For a moment, I could feel every thread of magic that connected us, every pulse of energy that flowed between our bodies. It was like seeing the very fabric of reality, woven from strands of light and shadow, life and death, all coming together in perfect harmony.

The cottage's wards flared in response, creating a dome of protective magic around us as if sheltering this sacred moment. I clung to Dorian, my face buried in his neck, riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.

Through the haze of pleasure, I was dimly aware of Dorian's desperate whimpers, his hips jerking erratically into my hand. His cock pulsed and throbbed against my palm, and then he was coming with a hoarse shout, his release spurting hot and wet over my fingers.

I stroked him through it, marveling at the way his body tensed and shuddered, at the utterly wrecked expression on his handsome face. He looked younger like this, vulnerable and unguarded, and it made my heart clench with a feeling I wasn't ready to name.

For a long moment, we just held each other, trembling and panting in the aftermath. Dorian pressed soft, reverent kisses to my hair, my forehead, my cheeks. I could feel his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my palm, in time with my own.

A sense of calm settled over me, bone-deep contentment unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the physical release, though that had been mind-blowing. It was the emotional connection, the sense of being seen and accepted and cherished, just as I was.

I gradually became aware of our surroundings again. Bones had tactfully retreated to his basket by the fire, though I could hear his tail rattling in what sounded suspiciously like approval. Grim had woven a delicate canopy of silk above the sofa, each strand inscribed with tiny protection runes that glowed softly in the dim light. Even our familiars seemed to understand the significance of this moment, offering their own forms of blessing and protection.

Slowly, reluctantly, Dorian withdrew his fingers from my body. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. He soothed me with a kiss, his clean hand cupping my cheek.

“Are you all right, love?” he asked softly, his eyes searching my face.

I nodded, a slow smile spreading across my face. “More than all right. That was... It was good.”

Dorian grinned, looking boyishly pleased with himself. “It was, wasn't it? You were magnificent, Ren. Utterly breathtaking.”

I ducked my head, feeling my cheeks heat at Dorian's praise. It was still so new, so surreal, to be the focus of such naked admiration. A part of me wanted to deflect, to downplay what had just happened between us. But a larger part, the part that was slowly unfurling under Dorian's tender care, basked in the warmth of his words.

“I never thought it could be like that,” I murmured, tracing idle patterns on his sweat-dampened chest. I felt more than just sated. I felt… seen. Safe. Cared for.

Dorian's smile softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It can always be like that, with the right person.” He brushed a lock of hair off my forehead, his touch infinitely gentle. “I'm honored to be that person for you, Ren.”

I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat, overcome by the sincerity in his voice. “Me too,” I whispered. “I'm glad it's you.”

We lay there for a while longer, trading soft kisses and even softer words as our heart rates gradually returned to normal. Our magic continued to pulse between us, gentler now but no less profound. Silver threads of power wove around us like a cocoon, binding us together in ways that transcended the physical. I could feel echoes of Dorian's magic in my own, like our powers had exchanged pieces of themselves, creating a resonance that felt permanent and precious.

Eventually, though, the sticky mess on my hand and Dorian's skin began to cool, becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

“We should probably clean up,” I said reluctantly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.

Dorian hummed in agreement, pressing a final kiss to my forehead before gently disentangling himself from me.

I watched, entranced, as Dorian rose from the couch with his usual feline grace, tucking himself back into his trousers and buttoning his shirt. Even in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, he looked impossibly elegant, like a painting come to life.

He extended a hand to me, helping me up on legs that still felt like jelly.

Hand in hand, we made our way to the bathroom, an intimate silence hanging between us. I couldn't stop glancing at him, marveling at the fact that this beautiful, extraordinary man had just shared something so profound with me. Me, of all people.

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