Page 66 of Magic in My Bones

Ren's answer came not in words, but in the way his body arched beneath me, in the heated look that set my blood aflame. Who was I to deny such an eloquent request?

I reached for the bedside table, fumbling momentarily with the drawer. My fingers closed around the small foil packet and the bottle of lubricant. As I prepared myself, I gazed down at Ren, marveling at the beautiful tapestry of his body. Every scar, every freckle, every curve and plane was a testament to his journey, his strength, his very essence as a man.

With reverent hands, I explored the landscape of his body anew. My touch was both question and answer, seeking permission and granting pleasure in equal measure. Ren's sighs and gasps, the percussion of his quickening heartbeat, the melody of my name on his lips… It was music to my ears.

With tender care, I prepared Ren's body, my fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh. Each touch was a whispered incantation, coaxing forth soft gasps and trembling sighs. Ren's eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, spoke volumes. His body arched into my caress, a wordless plea for more.

I positioned myself at his entrance, pausing to savor the moment. Ren's legs wrapped around me, urging me closer. As I sank into him, the world seemed to fall away. We were no longer merely flesh and bone, but two spirits intertwining, merging into something greater than ourselves.

Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, a dance as old as time itself. Ren's warmth enveloped me, a welcoming embrace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my very being. I marveled at the exquisite friction, the delicious pressure that threatened to undo me at any moment.

Ren's hands roamed my back, nails raking gently across my skin. The slight sting only heightened my arousal, spurring me to thrust deeper, harder. I watched in awe as pleasure bloomed across Ren's features.

His lips parted in a silent moan as I angled my hips just so, brushing against that spot within him that made his whole body tremble. The sight was intoxicating, more potent than any elixir I'd ever encountered.

I watched in rapt fascination as Ren's pleasure mounted, his body a living canvas of ecstasy beneath me. My hand trailed down his chest, fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin, eliciting shivers and soft gasps. I reveled in each reaction, storing away every delicious sound and expression. Ren's body was a temple, and I was honored to worship at its altar with fervent devotion.

As my fingers wrapped around Ren's cock, I marveled at how perfectly it fit in my palm. The velvet-soft skin was warm and inviting, pulsing with need. I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts, my touch both reverent and hungry.

“That's it, love.” I punctuated my words with a particularly deep thrust. “Gods, I love watching you come undone.”

Ren's eyes fluttered closed. I drank in the sight of him, committing every detail to memory. The flush spreading across his chest, the quiver of his thighs, the way his fingers clutched at the sheets and his fingernails dug into my back… It was the most beautiful thing.

“Open your eyes, darling,” I commanded softly, my voice a mixture of tenderness and authority. “I want to see the pleasure in your eyes.”

Ren’s eyes opened, dark and heavy with desire, locking onto mine. The connection between us deepened, an electric current of passion and trust that seemed to set the air alight. I held his gaze, captivated by the way his expression shifted, every flicker of pleasure drawing me closer to the edge with him.

Ren's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving. I could feel the tension coiling within him, a spring wound impossibly tight and ready to snap at any moment.

“Let go for me, love,” I whispered, my voice rough and full of need. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me.”

Ren’s eyes never left mine as his body trembled, on the edge. I could feel him tightening around me, each pulse teasing the release just ahead. My hand moved faster, matching the rhythm of our bodies, each stroke pulling him closer to the edge.

Ren's breath hitched, his back arching off the bed. His fingers dug into my shoulders so hard it hurt. His cock throbbed in my hand, the flesh hot and hard against my palm. His body convulsed, muscles contracting in exquisite spasms. A cry tore from his throat, raw and primal, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. The sight of Ren lost in ecstasy, combined with the rhythmic clenching of his body around me, was my undoing.

I buried my face in the crook of Ren's neck with a groan as I came. For a moment, I felt as if my spirit had left my body, dancing on the edge between life and death—a sensation both thrilling and eerily familiar to a necromancer.

As the last tremors subsided, I pressed gentle kisses along Ren's jawline, tasting the salt of his skin. “You're remarkable,” I said, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “The way you trust me, the way you let me see all of you... it's a gift I'll never take for granted.”

Ren's eyes softened, and he leaned into my touch. “You make me feel safe,” he whispered. “Like I can be exactly who I am.”

I carefully extracted myself from his body and dealt with the condom before pressing kisses against his neck and shoulder.

I held Ren close, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine. My fingers traced lazy patterns along his back, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath. “How are you feeling, love?”

Ren hummed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Mmm... perfect,” he whispered, his voice still husky with lingering pleasure.

I chuckled softly, my chest tightening with affection. “Good to hear. Though I might’ve gotten a bit... carried away.” My fingers traced the marks I’d left on his hips, a mix of pride and concern in my touch.

“Don't apologize,” Ren mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone, his face flushing. “I kind of like havingyourmarks on me.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. The marks I’d left on him were nothing like the ones Alistair had branded him with. These were different. These were born of trust, of connection.Ren chose these. He chose me.

I opened my mouth to say something, to express the mix of pride and gratitude I felt, but the sudden weight of Bones landing on the bed interrupted my thoughts.

The skeleton dog scrambled up beside us, his bony tail wagging furiously, and with a sharp bark, he knocked us both off balance.

I let out a startled laugh as Bones' enthusiastic greeting sent us tumbling. “Easy there, old boy,” I chuckled, reaching out to scratch behind his bony ears. “I promise, I haven’t forgotten about you.”

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