Page 33 of A Baron of Bonds
He pushed me against the stone wall, and I slid from his lips, moving my head back for air in an attempt at clarity for my thoughts.
He pushed his body against mine, harder, his tongue finding its way across my throat in the promise of the pleasure to come.
“Rev?” I questioned, working so hard to keep myself from falling into that place where time did not move as he moved inside me.
“Yes?” he replied, hearing my inquiry and choosing to listen and work at the same time, gently unbuttoning the top two brass buttons on my frilly gown.
He was a talented lover, I’d be the first to admit. He kept me poised against the wall with one arm slung underneath me, while working his way down my dress with the other, all the while brushing kisses across my collarbone and neck.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I breathed, pulling him closer while trying to explain my actual intentions for the night.
He chuckled, “Neither do I.” And moved back to my mouth, his hand now sliding up my skirts instead.
“What I mean is,” I mumbled on his lips, realizing I had not been very clear. “I don’t want to wait to become companions. Tonight,” I finished before I was past the point of coherent thought. “I want our ceremony to be tonight.”
He finally understood my words and pulled his face back to beam at me. His smile would slowly kill me—death by suffocation, for I could hardly breathe in the presence of it.
“I love you,” he stated simply.
It was my turn to grin stupidly, laughing in the perfect state of bliss underneath him.
He let me slide down from the wall and pressed his forehead to mine. “Alright,” he murmured, getting down to the basics of our task. “I cannot leave the castle. And we need conduit magicto complete the ceremony.” He lifted his head and looked down the hall in deep thought, pushing both of his hands flat against the stone wall behind me. He leaned forward and spoke while I stared in awe of the beautiful creature I was gladly trapped under. “Of course, Clairannia will attempt to skin me alive if she misses it…” He looked back to me, smirking. “She probably knows how to do it, too.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care. She can skin us both, but later. After we are companions.” I stroked his smooth face, my thumb brushing his lips as he kissed it. “We have my magic. We have all the magic of the Baron of Felgren. We don’t need a conduit and we don’t need to wait.” I straightened my spine and kissed him gently. “No more, Rev. We’ve waited long enough.”
He took my hand and held his lips to the bend of my fingers, kissing my conduit ring and nodding. “I’ll take this.” He slipped the teardrop emerald from my finger and turned me around, guiding me to the door of my old room.
“What’s your plan, Baron Revich?” I giggled, as he opened the door and gently pushed me into the place I used to call my own.
“I’ll meet you back here in one hour. Bathe, dress, I don’t care—I’d bond my heart to yours either way.”
I laughed and began unbuttoning my dress even more, teasing him as I backed away from the door and further into the room.
“You’re exquisite, Karus, but your attempts to lure me further into this room are in vain. For I, the Baron of Felgren, have a task to complete of the utmost importance.”
I nodded, leaving the front of my dress half opened, the soft curve of my breasts teasing what I knew he struggled to resist. Placing my hands behind my back and stepping forward to him in the doorway, I whispered, “I await your return then, my love.”I kissed his lips gently and slow, suddenly cursing myself for stopping what a part of me cared solely about.
He held the sides of my face, his tongue easing its way into my mouth to caress mine, and then mumbled, “I lied. I shall never leave this room if I do not leave now.”
I laughed on his lips and lightly pushed him back, beginning to close the door. “I’ll see you in one hour. You’d better not be late.”
He took the door handle and murmured as he closed it, “Don’t worry, I won’t be.”
Chapter 21
Rev
Before I left the hall,I entered my borrowed room to just breathe. I was never disciplined around Karus, and tonight was no different.
By the Blightress,the way she felt pressed up against that wall, her breath leaving her body so rapidly, her lips red and full as she tried to speak…
I had learned some restraint in her presence in the last seven years, and I used it now, pacing my room, rubbing my face and attempting to focus. Thoughts of her undressing in the room next door and slipping bare into a warm bath did not help my current state, so I entered the washing room to splash cold water on my face.
She wanted to become companions tonight, and I felt no different. I’d bind to her anywhere, anytime at this point in our lives. If she was willing to throw all the planning for the ceremony we had already done out the window, so be it.
It was true, Clairannia would be the most hurt, followed by Figuerah and Pompeii, all three of which had helped us plan decorations and vows of binding. Clairannia herself was going to lead the ceremony as the conduit we’d chosen to conduct it.
I’d never heard of a completed companion ceremony with just the two to be bound, but I was more than willing to try.
