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I rolled my eyes at the innuendo pouring from his mind. Then I looked at the enchantment he held up, the special incantations it possessed to link specifically to my frequency. The piece of magic he’d bought for us, the kind that allowed him to delve deep into my inner core.

“You’re gonna use that on me again?” I made a face, the kind that gave Milo pause, but I couldn’t help it. It was different getting used to Milo inside my head, complete and total access. He’d only used the enchantment a couple of times thus far.

“I can wrangle those wiley visions bouncing around your head while whispering a few secret plans in the corridors of your mind.”

I’d spent so much time holding the visions at bay, ignoring their constant thunderous rumble, but I did like the idea of Milo tying them down and making my mind manageable again.

He moved in close, licking the paper that held this special enchantment. “May I?”

I nodded, bracing for Milo to delve deep inside me, inside my mind. He pressed the enchantment against my chest; it sparked and sent a warm wave across my torso. I shuddered at the collision of Milo’s mind burrowing into mine. It made my knees weak, my teeth chatter, my spine tingle. Every feeling hit as one.

Milo kept me steady, one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder. While he worked to bind the visions I’d almost grown accustomed to running loose in my head, he also remained firmly planted in the room. There’d be secrets shared tonight, things he wanted me to prepare for, but right this second, the only thing either of us focused on was the presence of each other.

It’d been weeks, longer, since I’d touched Milo. Actually, held him in my arms. Tasted his lips. Caressed his muscles. Smelled his cologne and sweat.

“While I work in there”—Milo pressed his forehead against mine, pushing me backward and guiding me with his hands—“you and I can do some real work out here.”

And just like that, Milo shoved me back onto the bed. A piece of his consciousness dived into my deepest thoughts, rooting through the debris of fractured visions and whispering secrets so softly I couldn’t register the words. A hidden message to unravel after we’d parted.

The rest of him remained here with me, eyes locked onto mine and the weight of his body holding me down. I moved in to meet his lips with mine, savoring the taste of him, the sensation of being here and now with him while also looped in each other’s thoughts and dancing between a thousand different potential futures. Our magics locked together seamlessly much like our bodies.

Chapter Sixteen

I kissed Milo, lips hungry for his mouth, tongue tasting his own, and a feral bite with each smack. It was too aggressive, too much teeth, too much command, but I couldn’t stop. Somehow, it worked. Milo’s steady pulse, the way he shifted above me, the subtle drip of his mind into mine…

“So how much are you going to actually tell me about everything?”

Milo continued kissing me, turning my face away and licking my neck, nibbling, teasing.

“Well?”

“How much can I ever tell you? Really? In the grand scheme of things?” Milo pulled away momentarily, wordless but speaking a thousand truths with the shimmer in his blue eyes. They were filled with a yearning desire to plaster the knowledge in my mind, to set up shop inside my inner core and live out his days worry-free and with me. “I’ll tell you everything I can, the dangers lurking just around the corner, the reason this witch came to Chicago, what I suspect anyway, and what I intend to prevent.”

Milo worked his way down my neck, kissing my chest, pulling my shirt up, and grazing my pale skin with his gentle tongue. He teased my left nipple with his fingers, running the tips ina circular motion while playing with my right by kissing and licking and lightly biting.

“Here I thought knowing a potential future messed it up.” I moaned, barely able to maintain a steady conversation, completely entranced by the linked sensations we shared because of the enchantment.

He was in my head, I was always in his, and there was this primal surge coursing through him that he held at bay while working on the visions in my head and maintained the link between us.

“Sometimes knowing prevents the best outcome. Sometimes not knowing can be the biggest obstacle in saving the future.” Milo unzipped my pants, sliding to the edge of the bed. “I’m always after the happiest of happy endings.”

He yanked my jeans down to my knees and bit down on the elastic of my boxers. He tugged them, pulling on the elastic to stretch them, which made my hard cock bounce right up; the head of my dick slapped my stomach. Milo had this devilish grin as he held my undies in his mouth, unrelenting.

“Seriously?” I ran my fingers through his blond hair.

“There’s a lot I wanna tell you, which I currently am if you’re listening closely to the whispers in the back of your head.”

I wasn’t. He knew that. Probably why that damn grin filled his face the same way my boxers filled his mouth.

He spit out the elastic. As I braced for the snap, I saw he’d already looped his fingers around my boxers so he could yank them down to join my pants that he pulled further off until I was naked.

Mostly. I still had my shirt partially on, which I quickly rectified, pulling it off over my head. In the few seconds it’d taken me to remove the shirt, Milo had straddled my legs, kissing his way up and down my torso as magic funneledthroughout the room, carrying the touch of his telekinesis as he caressed my body.

Milo started to play with my dick, gripping it with his hand, licking my balls, and teasing me with every touch of telekinesis he’d conjured.

He licked his palm, stroking my dick from tip to base before he ran his tongue down my shaft alongside his hand.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

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