Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I moan, my cock begging for release already. Just hearing those words, I feel close to coming in my trousers.
“You know I love it when you see me as God,” I tell her, biting her earlobe. “Let me rule you as one. Let my power revel with yours.” I slide my finger further along her wetness until it’s plunging inside of her.
She lets out a breathless cry, a sound I’ve only dreamed of hearing from her lips. These last three weeks, I’ve watched her and wondered what it would sound like when I made her surrender to me. She clamps around my finger like a vise.
“Yessss,” I hiss in her ear. “Let me rule you. Let me teach you, my vlinder. Let me set you free so that you can fly.”
Let me make you forget that other man existed.
I plunge another finger inside her as the horse walks on toward the gates. I feel like I’m racing against the clock, that I’ll remember none of this when I cross over, and what if I don’t remember what happens on the other side? I want to remember the feel, the sound of her coming on my hand, coming because of me.
“Will you let me make you come?” I whisper to her as she starts to buck against my hand.
“Yes,” she says shakily.
“Ride my fingers, not the horse,” I tell her, and I start driving my fingers in and out as she writhes against me.
We’re at the gates now. They slowly swing outward, as if ushering us off into the night. I want to remember this.
I want to remember this magic.
This power.
I slide my thumb over her wet, swollen clit, and then she’s crying out, her voice rising in a steam of breath and echoing into the night sky.
“Oh God! Oh my God!”
She’s loud enough that it carries across the lake, and I’m sure someone in the dorms is looking out of their windows now, wondering who is up to what. But we’re in the dark, and no one can see us, and even if they could, I wouldn’t care.
Her body spasms and jerks, and the energy that moves through her and onto me is unlike any I have felt before. I don’t see into her mind, I don’t see her memories, but I feel her, every inch of her, like a current runs from her to me, connecting us. It brims with power and destiny.
I only felt connected to one person like this before and never had the chance to explore it more. But with Kat, I do.
Lord, I hope I do.
She’s still writing against my hand, grinding against the saddle and my cock, and it’s hard not to come myself. I want nothing more than to shove her forward so she’s lying against the horse’s mane and pull up her skirts, thrust my cock into her as deep as it can go. She’s already so wet she’d be able to take me.
But before I can do any of that, we’re riding through the gates, through a cold sheet of air that makes the pressure in my head build until it feels like it will pop. It feels like being doused with ice water, and it immediately kills any urges I had to screw her right here and now.
“Fuck,” I grumble, making a fist around the skirt of her dress. “What was that?”
“I think that was the wards,” Kat says in a small, strained voice, still sounding breathless. “I suppose you’ll forget everything that just happened, won’t you?”
I brace myself as the horse walks on, the pressure in my ears alleviating until finally it clears. I try and hold on to the memory of her coming on my hand moments before: the sound of her cries, the way her desire dripped through my fingers, how she let me blindfold her at the lake, the way she trusted me to hold her hand, to give and not take.
And then…
Nothing happens.
I feel the same as before.
I haven’t forgotten a thing.
“I still remember,” I tell her, placing my lips at the back of her head. “I remember the soft, wild noises you make when you come. How you made me feel like a god, whether my fingers are inside you or you’re in class, gazing up at me with those hungry eyes of yours. What a good sweet witch you are.”
I can’t see her face clearly, but I know her cheeks are burning. “You remember,” she muses softly. “And I remember you. We remember each other, no matter what the coven has protecting the school. What does that mean? Why us?”
She twists in her seat to try and face me, but I drop the reins and reach for her face, holding it back toward me as I kiss her. She’s so sweet and hot, her lips and tongue like a taste of heaven. “I want you,” I murmur against her lips. “I want to come inside you.”