Page 79 of The Child of Rue Royale
“Touch me, Bastian,” I say, and his lip tugs, that sensual mouth pleased with my request, and then one hand is between us, stroking my center, while the other firmly grasps my hip, guiding me, and everything tenses, everything builds. He knows how to move me just right, his thumb making those circles that aren’t too fast nor too slow, with the perfect amount of pressure. He knows how to take me over the edge, and he’s watching me with so much pleasure as he enjoys his own.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, not ready yet, wanting this feeling to last forever and ever. Love of my life, father of my child, skilled lover—it’s too much, and then it hits, the precipice, the eruption inside me, and I come undone all over him. “I’m coming,” I cry as I push up and down harder and faster.
“Let me hear it,” he goads, chin tilted up to me, and I moan, I cry and let it out as his finger takes me up and over. We aren’t floating, but it feels like it as I press his face against my chest, having to squeeze something, anything.
“Oh, baby, that’s so sexy, oh, my God.” He looks up. Chin between my ribs, as I ride out the ecstasy, still hard inside of me. I slump over on the couch, seeing sparks in my line of vision, little bursts of color in the dark. My legs are shaking, my heart beating in my chest as he slides out from under me, getting on his knees on the floor. He flips me over, pulling my body so that my back’s on the cushion seat, my head resting against the back of the couch. He’s at the perfect height, and I watch him sink into me, my arms reaching over my head, my fingers digging into the cushions.
I’m so exposed, lying like this, legs wide open, watching his fingers gently return to me, his eyes penetrating mine.
“More?” he asks, and I can only nod, my teeth clenching my bottom lip, and he fucks me faster, his fingers gliding over my slick center.
“More. Always more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he groans as one hand slides up to my neck with his beautiful fingers, his body hunched over me now, the other hand still working my clit, and his dick inside me. Veins bulge from his neck, our bodies wet from sweat and rain, his jaw clenching with each hard thrust. My hands dig into the flesh of his hard stomach, begging for something to hold onto.
“Come again for me. I need to see it again on that beautiful face,” he whispers before pulling back, his hand sliding from my neck, brushing over my breast, thumb circling my nipple, and bolts of electricity rip down my stomach right to my core. The thrusts come hot and reckless, like there’s no time left to waste, like we need to come together and fast. His skin slaps against mine, pushing me harder into the couch, a feeling so delicious, so scandalous, I’m getting close. The stars he summons from me assemble, and I close my eyes, falling into the pleasure, falling into the bliss and then they burst.
I grab his hand with mine, both of us squeezing as I come again, clenching so tightly around him that the last thrust moves slower inside me, gliding with intention. Aventurines pin me to this couch cushion, his moans of ecstasy the biggest turn-on of my life. To think this beautiful creature is all mine to love and fuck as I want.
“I love you, Bastian,” I cry, and then he’s coming, his thighs slamming against me for the last time, and my body shakes, his body falling against mine, his mouth marking mine with kisses I’ll never get enough of.
Our clothes are still wet as we fight to pull them on, our eyes following each other with satisfied smiles on our lips.
“You made me forget,” he admits, pulling me into his arms, his exhale tickling down my neck.
“I wish I could erase all the horror we’ve seen this past year, but it could erase the good too.”
“I understand. I would rather live in a world with all the horror for just minutes of the spectacular we have. I’ll get better.” His eyes look to the ceiling, his mind on what lies above it. “I’m not ready to go up there yet.” He points up.
“One day at a time. You never have to go up there again if you don’t want to.”
“But I do. I want to take the power back. I will, one day.”
I turn my head, pulling him tighter against me. “My sunshine boy.” I run a hand up his cheek until I’m clutching his dark hair, taking in the beauty that is everything Bastian. “I love the good, the bad, the hurt, the angry, the sunshine. With my entire heart.”
He kisses me then. “We better go or I’ll have to fuck you again, and I don’t have the same stamina I had when I was a vampire.” He laughs, but I shake my head.
“Oh, you have all the stamina I need.” I kiss his chin, and he smirks.
“Let’s go home.”
Home.
WE SIT AT THE KITCHENtable as I stare at Aven in Bastian’s arms. My boys. Aven kicks his feet as Bastian feeds him a bottle, cooing to our son in baby talk. The sharp edges since being brought back from the dead seem to soften when he’s holding his son. Everything is happening so fast, I can hardly keep up. The agony that lived in my heart seemed to make time stand still during my entire pregnancy. But since I brought Bastian back, it feels like we’ve stepped on life’s gas pedal and we can’t slow down, even if it’s all we want in the world.
When Bastian and I arrived home last night, our clothes wet and sticking to our skin, Mother left the moment I told her that Bastian didn’t remember everything Grandma whispered. I told her the words he did remember, and she agreed it sounded like the beginning of an incantation, but we desperately need the rest. Not having all the answers produced a look in her eye I hope to never see again, yet she kept her rather large mouth closed, which came as a huge yet relieved shock. I didn’t have it in me to fight her, not after all of Bastian’s emotions, not after the sex we had. I went to sleep, wrapped in his arms, wishing we could just slow down, wishing we could have a normal life.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” Bastian asks, his chest slowly exhaling, the muscles softly moving Aven’s head side to side as he drinks. “I know that look in your eye.”
He knows me, my worries, my fears. There’s no use in lying. “I just wish we could push pause and be a normal family.”
And when I think he’s going to agree, to look at me with those sad eyes, he laughs instead. “Oh, there will be nothing normal about our family life, mon couer. You’re a witch, and I’m a former vampire brought back to human form, and we have a son. We are in for a life of adventure. But that’s okay. We tend to survive and if we don’t, I know some witches that can bring us back.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but smile, his beauty looking more vibrant than it has in weeks. Maybe, hopefully, we made some kind of breakthrough last night. Hopefully, each day will bring him closer and closer to who he once was, but I will always love him for who he is right now in this moment and any moment that’s to come.
My head turns when the sound of heels marches down the hallway, and I step forward, collecting power in my fingertips as Bastian jumps to his feet.
“The alarm was on,” he says, pressing Aven toward me. “Take Aven.” Extinguishing the electricity, I pull Aven into my arms.
But it isn’t a burglar that’s broken into our home, no, it’s just my mom. Her face is flushed with a determination I’ve come to recognize as dangerous.
