Page 51 of Magic in My Bones

Everything felt different in the morning light, more real, more intense. Each touch sparked magic between us, creating patterns of light and shadow that danced across our skin. When my fingers found him, already slick and wanting, the surge of shared power nearly overwhelmed us both.

“Please,” Ren gasped, arching into my touch. “I need to feel you again.”

Our magic twined together as I pleasured him, power recognizing power in the most intimate way possible. The protection runes in his clothes began to glow, responding to our mingled power. Even the cottage seemed to hold its breath, the wards pulsing in time with our racing hearts.

This time, when Ren shattered in my arms, our magic exploded in a shower of silver sparks that rained down around us like falling stars.

As Ren lay trembling in my arms, I could feel his arousal still pressing against my palm, hard and hot, his magic reaching for mine with eager need. “Such a good boy,” I murmured against his ear, making him shiver. “So responsive for me. Do you want more?”

“I... what?” Ren's voice was shaky, confused. “More?”

I smiled against his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his thundering pulse. I circled my thumb over his sensitive flesh, drawing a startled moan from his lips. “Oh, darling. Let me show you just how much pleasure your body can take when properly guided.”

Ren shuddered in my arms, his hips jerking involuntarily against my touch. “Dorian,” he whimpered, the sound somewhere between plea and protest. “I don't know if I can...”

“Trust me,” I murmured, my free hand coming up to cup his face, making him meet my gaze. “I'll take care of you. All you have to do is let yourself feel.”

His dark eyes were wide with a mix of uncertainty and desperate want, but he nodded, surrendering himself to my touch with a trust that made my heart swell. I captured his mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing his moans as I worked him with practiced fingers. Our magic danced around us, amplifying every sensation, making him writhe beneath me.

“That's it,” I purred, watching his face contort with pleasure. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.” I could feel him getting close, his body fluttering around my fingers. “Come for me again, love. Show me how good I make you feel.”

He shattered with a cry of my name, his magic exploding outward to twine with mine. I held him through it, murmuring praise against his skin, until the aftershocks subsided.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, pressing kisses to his flushed face. “You’re so lovely when you come for me, love.”

I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my lips. Keeping my eyes locked on Ren's, I sucked them into my mouth, chasing the taste of him with a low groan of appreciation. His eyes went wide, pupils blown with renewed desire as he watched me savor his essence.

“Delicious,” I murmured, my voice rough with want. “Just like I imagined you'd be.”

Ren made a soft, broken sound, his magic surging with embarrassment and arousal. The blush that spread across his cheeks was utterly enchanting.

Ren's hand slid between us, reaching for the obvious hardness in my trousers, but I caught his wrist gently. “No need, darling. This was all about you.” I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his palm. “Besides, I rather enjoy the anticipation. Gives me something to look forward to next time.”

His eyes darkened at my words, and I could feel his magic pulse with renewed interest. “Next time?”

“Oh yes,” I promised, my voice dropping to a low purr. “There will definitely be a next time. When you're properly rested and ready for a more... thorough lesson.”

Regretfully, I extracted myself from Ren's embrace, the loss of his warmth an acute ache in my chest. As I sat up, a wince escaped my lips, my back protesting the night spent on the unforgiving surface of the couch.

“Oof,” I grunted, the sound lacking all of my usual gentlemanly decorum. “I'm afraid this old couch has done a number on my spine. Perhaps we should invest in some cushions before our next late night rendezvous.”

I arched my back, trying to stretch out the kinks and knots that had taken up residence in my muscles. Ren's eyes followed the movement, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

Before I could assure him that I was fine, just a bit sore, he was on his knees behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. “Here, let me.”

I opened my mouth to protest, to insist that he needn't trouble himself, but the words died on my tongue as his fingers began to work their magic. He kneaded the tense muscles with a firm yet gentle touch, his thumbs digging into the knots with a precision that bordered on divine.

A low groan rumbled in my throat as he found a particularly stubborn spot, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I could feel the tension melting away, my body turning pliant and boneless. It was a different kind of magic than the one we practiced in the classroom, but no less potent.

“Ren,” I breathed, my voice strained. “You don't have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted. “And I want you to let me. You deserve to be taken care of too, you know.”

His words struck a chord deep within me, resonating in the hollow spaces I'd long since learned to ignore. How long had it been since someone had shown me such tenderness, suchcare? I was so accustomed to being the one offering comfort, guidance, and support. To have the tables turned, to be on the receiving end of such gentle affection...it was both unfamiliar and profoundly moving.

I leaned back into his touch, surrendering to the soothing warmth of his hands. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “For this, for listening last night, for... everything.”

Ren's hands stilled, coming to rest on my shoulders. “You don't have to thank me, Dorian. I care about you. I want to be here for you, just as you've been there for me.”

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