Page 79 of The Eternal Mirror
I punch him on the arm. “Can you do any better?”
He sighs. “Probably not. We need to get the timing right. And we don’t know if the witches will survive being disconnected from the mirror. And Winter’s brother, what do we really know about him? And—”
Why am I always surrounded by such negativity? “Have a little faith.”
And then I kiss him. Because I’m fed up of fighting it. And I’ve had enough of talking.
The second our mouths meet; a fuse gets lit under my skin. I’m on fire. I don’t remember moving, but suddenly my hands are in his hair and his are on my hips, hauling me onto his lap like he’s starving and I’m the last breath of air in a drowning world.
He rolls me so I’m under him, the stone scraping my spine, as his mouth devours mine. I don’t care. I want the sting. I want the pain. I want to feel him, every inch, everywhere.
Clothes go. Seems like my pretty pink dress is super easy to get out of—it has to have something in its favor. The straps snap as he tugs it down over my body. Oops.
It’s all I was wearing and now I’m naked and he isn’t. Not fair.
I tear his shirt, desperate to get at his skin. Then I shove his pants down. They get stuck half way, and he raises his head and frowns. Then he kicks off his boots, shoves them the rest of the way off and I take a moment to stare at his truly impressive erection. Then his hot hands are all over me, positioning me, and I’m already shaking.
The first thrust steals my breath.
The second makes me moan.
And the third...gods.
The bond roars to life between us. It’s not just sex. It’s not just magic. It’s everything. Every word we haven’t said. Every time we almost touched and didn’t. Every fight, every kiss, every scar.
We move together like we’re made to—like our bodies were designed for this. For each other. I don’t even know where I end, and he begins.
I cry out as I fall apart beneath him, and he follows a heartbeat later, his head buried against my neck, teeth grazing my skin like he might bite—like he might mark his ownership.
Maybe he already has.
When it’s over, we don’t speak.
He lies beside me, breathing hard. I press my forehead to his chest, eyes closed, trying to hold on to this moment. Trying not to think about what comes next.
Because whatever happens now...I’m his.
And he’s mine.
I never stood a chance. I can’t fight the bond any longer.
Love sucks.
Chapter 27
The Mirror Sees Me?
This bed is fucking amazing. It’s huge and so, so soft.
Maybe I’ll marry Khronus after all. Just so I can sleep in this bed every night.
But then I’d probably have to share it with him. Ugh. I don’t think so. But for tonight, I mean to make the most of it. That’s the way to get through life. Enjoy the good bits—like this bed. Endure the bad bits—like my previous accommodation.
Beside me, Khaos is already asleep. I can tell from his slow, even breaths. I can’t see him because I made him invisible, just in case Khronus decides to make a visit. But he’s a lump beneath the sheet beside me. We’d made love again on the rooftop under the stars. My body is still tingling from the aftermath. Then we’d comedown here in search of food and drink. We’d found both, and I’m feeling replete.
I wedged a chair under the door handle—I’ve seen them do that in films—so at least I’ll get some warning if anyone tries to come in.
Sleep is eluding me. Guilty conscience, maybe. I’m not sure why, but I’ve probably got something to feel guilty about.
