Page 17 of Spellbinding Spirit

Her fingers dig into my back as she arches up to meet every powerful thrust. We move together in perfect synchrony, connected by desire and need. The tension builds and builds until it's almost unbearable and the world shrinks to just the two of us lost in this moment of pure erotic bliss.

I can feel my release building, my body coiling tighter and tighter as I chase my orgasm. And then I come undone, with a shout that echoes through the empty attic. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I empty myself inside Cat, our bodies stilling for a few precious seconds before we slowly come back to earth.

I collapse on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat and spent with passion. We lay there in silence for a while catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of what we've shared. It's a dream, it has to be. But as Cat strokes my hair gently I know it's real.

There are so many things we need to talk about, so many things we need to clarify but right now I don’t care about any of it. I roll to the side and she curls up in my arms. I’m suddenly aware of the cold air and I pull one of the duvets over us.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice thick with desire and a hint of vulnerability. No matter how many times she reassures me, the fear that she might one day regret this moment will never entirely fade.

Cat smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and lust. "I'm more than okay," she says, her voice soft and seductive. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

I can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as I gaze down at her. She's mine now and I want to imprint my mark on her in every way possible. "Good," I growl, my hands finding their way to her hips, "because I'm not done with you yet."

With a wicked grin, I lean down and capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. I can taste the sweetness of her desire and it fuels my own hunger.

I break away and trail kisses down her jawline. My hands roam over her body, mapping every curve and dip. I want to brand her with my touch and claim her as my own. I don’t know what’s come over me but it feels like there are two sides of me fighting. The one that’s constantly worried we’re risking our friendship, and the one that doesn’t give a fuck and wants to finally be with her.

Catherine moans softly, her hands running through my hair, urging me on. "Take me again," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "Show me what it means to be yours."

I can't resist her plea. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms tight around my neck, and I feel her heat pressing against me. I take my time, running my hands over her body, savouring the feel of her skin under my touch. I kiss her neck and her collarbone, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that make her squirm with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper. “Tell me again why we’ve never done this before because, fuck, you just feel and taste too right.”Catherine smiles, a shy but confident smile, and I know she feels the same about me.

I position myself between her legs, my cock hard and ready again, which for a man my age is not bad. I tease her entrance, running the head of my cock up and down her slit and coating her with my pre-cum. Catherine's eyes flutter shut, her breath hitching as I tease her.

I enter her with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling her to the hilt. Catherine gasps and her eyes fly open as I stretched again. I pause to let her enjoy the feeling before I begin to move, my thrusts slow and steady at first then building in intensity as her moans fill the room.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, a dance of lust and love. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her inner muscles milking my cock as she reaches her climax. I follow soon after, my release washing over me in a wave of pleasure as I collapse on top of her with our hearts pounding in unison.

We lay there with breath mingling and our bodies still connected. I can feel her heart beating against mine and I wonder if this is the beginning of a new chapter for us.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the ache in my back. The second is the warmth pressed against me… soft, familiar, and definitely not the lumpy mattress we slept on. My eyes flickopen and for a second I don’t know where I am. Then it all comes rushing back: the investigation, the letters, and last night.

Cat.

Her hair’s a mess of curls spilling over the mattress, her face turned towards me, peaceful and relaxed in sleep. There’s a faint smudge of mascara under her eyes and it makes her look younger and more vulnerable. I can’t stop looking at her.

My arm is slung around her waist and I don’t want to move. But then she shifts, murmuring something unintelligible, and her eyes flutter open. For a second, she looks confused, like she doesn’t know where she is either. Then she sees me and a slow, sleepy smile spreads across her face.

“Morning,” she says, her voice husky from sleep.

“Morning,” I reply, my own voice quieter than usual. There’s a pause, a loaded silence that I don’t quite know how to fill. So I go for the obvious. “Sleep alright?”

She snorts softly, glancing down at the bare duvet covering us. “As well as you can in a cold attic on a lumpy mattress.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I say, my hand still resting lightly on her waist. “I swear there was a bit of snoring going on.”

“How dare you!” she exclaims with a giggle. “I don’t snore. You probably heard yourself,” she murmurs.

Her eyes meet mine and for a second it’s like the air between us shifts. Last night wasn’t some drunken mistake or impulsive fling—it was something else, something we’d both been skirting around for years. And now in the cold light of day it’s still here, pressing between us.

“You, uh... you good?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. “No regrets?”

She stretches, her bare shoulder brushing against me. “None. You?”

“Not a single one,” I say, and it’s the truth. Whatever this is between us, maybe we can finally stop pretending it’s not there.

We lie for a while longer, the quiet between us strangely comfortable. I think about saying something more… about what happens next, about what this means, but Cat beats me to it.

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