Page 51 of The Discovered
He kissed me again, and when he stopped, he said, “You can move now.”
I tangled my hands through his hair, sighing in relief. As he continued his relentless torment of my body, driving me to the edge of release over and over again, I couldn’t help but feel as though he was showing me just how deeply I already belonged to him, no matter how much I consciously resisted.
On this deeper, subconscious, physical level, I had already made up my mind. There was no denying it.
As if he could read my thoughts, Daelon, now inside of me as my legs wrapped around him, moved his hand to the base of my neck. His fingers rested on either side of my throat, not daring to deliver any pressure. The gesture alone was evocative of his possession.
“You’re mine, Áine,” he said.
I placed my hand over his. “I know.”
We could say these things right now, when the world of the physical trumped all logic and reason. This space between reality and fantasy was safe from whatever waited for us beyond this bed. We both knew these unspoken rules. We knew that there existed an undeniable, underlying magnetism between us. It was something that couldn’t quite be put into words. Maybe it was why Daelon could find me and speak to me telepathically when I totaled that taxi, or why he seemed to know my body as well as his own. Despite my tendency for the skeptical, these things were beyond the explainable.
He felt like home.
This was the energy that I could feel throughout the room. Like magick, whatever was between Daelon and me was natural and immutable.
“You’re mine,” he repeated later, this time from behind me as he held my back to his chest.
We lay on our sides under the duvet. I was curled against him, and his arm reached around me, grasping my hand in his. He nuzzled my neck, and I inhaled in surprise as he bit down lightly into my skin. He moved to grasp my shoulder now, growling low next to my ear.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take as my body submitted to his over and over again in different ways. We complemented each other’s actions and desires so perfectly.
When we finished, I lay on his chest with his arm draped around me, drawing circles on my back. He pulled my body as close to his as it could possibly be, but it still didn’t feel close enough.
“You must be exhausted,” he murmured.
I sighed. “Very.”
“Sleep now. And please try not to get into trouble in your dreams.”
I closed my eyes, and in no time, I fell asleep in Daelon’s arms.
Chapter15
Iwoke with a start at the sound of a voice.
Áine,the voice called, sounding like hundreds of voices in one.
I opened my eyes to darkness, cemented into my body, unable to move. I began to vibrate as if jolted by waves of electricity. Popping noises erupted in my ears. I floated up above the bed, suspended in midair.
Áine,the voice called again. This time it was the voices of my mothers.
I slowly turned to face the bed, my heart leaping from my chest as I came face to face with…myself.I cocked my head, staring down at my body as it lay next to Daelon’s. He lay on his side, his arm still draped over me. I watched as my own chest rose and fell.
Well, at least I’m not dead,I thought. I was astral projecting again. Somehow, this didn’t scare me. So much for not getting into trouble in my dreams, though.
I continued to ascend, farther away from my physical form. I passed through the ceiling and then the roof, shifting myself so that I was more vertical. I gazed down at the modern architecture of the cabin, admiring its sleek and open design.
As I rose higher, I noticed a circle of light amongst the trees, shimmering white energy that moved around the perimeter of the property. I knew the border was a part of Daelon’s magickal workings. There was also a hub of iridescence gathered in a smaller circle, and I recognized it as the clearing Daelon used for rituals.
I was delighted by my ability to see these energies here in the astral plane, but the most captivating of all was the shimmering white light collecting at a focal point in the center of the roof. It’s ever-moving rays of pure energy shone up through the air and far above me into the night sky.
I knew it came from me. This is what Daelon had to conceal each day.
I flew through the air to admire its brightness, drawn like an insect to a streetlight. It was warm and inviting like the soft rays of a summer morning. As I reached a hand into the swirling shimmers, I suddenly flew upward.
Áine, a voice called again. This time it was my own voice.
