Heat surrounded them and carried them through their pleasure, and she could feel the magic burning, consuming them both, as he let out a howl. They were bound together, her magic bonded into his skin, his wolfish nature sinking into her blood, and then—
Everything went dark.
Chapter 29
Violetfeltbeforesheknew anything, felt Henrik’s fingers in her hair, brushing it back from her face, and felt the heat of the fire warming her skin. She felt his body pressed against hers, not over her, but simply beside her. She felt an ache on the inside of her thigh, in a place she had never before felt any muscle strain. And she felt...peace.
She was neither cold nor hot, but instead a perfect balance. Things that normally rushed about in her head were settled or flowing as needed. Her hands felt light as she lifted them, and her body no longer felt weighed down in general. Everything within her felt even, natural.
It was a sensation she had not enjoyed in years, but now that she could feel it, could practically taste the balance, she realized how off-kilter she had been for years.
And all because of this man. This wolf.
Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked as her gaze focused on him, on his face hovering over hers. He was beautiful with the glow of the fireplace lighting up his features, and she smiled up at him as his lips began to curl into a smile.
She wanted to say something, or rather, assumed that she should, but before she could even attempt to find words, he leaned forward and kissed her, soft and sweet. It was a true love’s kiss, one they would have shared over the years while their relationship bloomed, had they not been pulled apart. Neither deepened it, and it was perfect, just kissing him, and then reaching out and touching him.
They were soulmates, connected through bond and bite and magic. Nothing could ever tear them apart again. Nothing could separate them. She would spend her life loving this man, being worshiped by this man. Every morning and every night would be spent by his side, or better yet, with him at her side. They were equals, partners, made to be together.
And she loved him. She loved him more than she loved her next breath. And she was going to have him.
It was easier, this time, to pull him close, to move forward. Violet ran her hands over his chest, over his shoulders, then back down again. She felt almost languid and loose, without the strict bindings of magic that had kept her so uptight for years wrapped around her, and as Henrik’s weight settled over her, she keened against him, running her hands over his shoulders and down his back.
His hands did the same, touching her sides, her hips, lifting her up, pulling her closer. He grasped her by her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and when he tugged her down on the bedding to where he was kneeling, something about them fit together.
The earlier awkwardness was gone as she reached between them, stroking his cock and leading him home. His own hand moved to join hers, touching her sex and spreading her folds. His fingers dipped in, and she knew she was still soaked from earlier, having not cleaned up or even gone pee. She felt a little gross at the thought, and yes her bladder ached a little, but she wasn’t going to stop this moment.
Not when he was right there. Not when his cock was pressing at her entrance, and finally sliding in.
She took every inch of him in a way that almost surprised her, her body opening up easily. She had expected, for some stupid reason, that nerves would rear their ugly head at the last moment, making her tense up and creating a struggle, but instead she relaxed into him. The stretch was intense but not impossible, and she took in a slow and deep breath, getting used to the feeling of him inside of her.
She was no stranger to toys, which was probably why her body was able to relax, but it was so much more intense. Comparing Henrik’s dick to a toy would be an insult to all parties involved, because no toy could ever compare to the feeling of her soulmate, and because Henrik’s dick was just like him—big.
But not impossible. Nothing about him was impossible. She expected it to hurt, to burn, to something when he filled her up, but her body accommodated, yet another sign that she was truly made for him.
Blinking, Violet realized that Henrik was staring down at her, studying her face and her movements. She took another deep breath as she blinked once more, and willed her body to relax entirely. She didn’t know what was going to come next, or what to expect. She had, with every toy she had ever enjoyed, always controlled the situation, always controlled her own movements.
Never before had she been out of control. Never before had it been a shared experience.
What was he going to do next? Should she do something? Should she say something?
Her eyes focused onto his once more, and she parted her lips, trying to find something to say. Should she thank him? Tell him she loved him? Maybe start crying because it just felt sogoodto be with him?
“I can’t believe that fit,” Henrik said suddenly, and she realized, as she studied his face, that his mouth was open in wonder while his forehead was scrunched. “I mean, I know I should say somethin’ like,you’re such a good little witch for taking every inch of me, but fuck Little Witch, I really didn’t think it would fit.”
His statement was so perfectly Henrik, so much the boy she had always loved, that Violet couldn’t help but to start laughing. His utterance had been purely a slip of the tongue, something he likely never meant to share, and yes he was right, he probably should say something unbelievably sexy about her taking him, but his words broke the moment they were frozen in, allowing her to finally relax and be a part of the experience.
“I was made for you,” she reminded him, and lifted her head enough to give him a peck on the lips.
Henrik’s lips chased her back down, kissing her into the floor as his hands roamed up and down her legs, over her hips up to her waist, then back down towards her knees. Her legs fell apart a little further, and he shifted inside of her, making her moan at the change in sensation.
“Is this alright?” Henrik asked as he pulled back to glance down between them. “Think you can take more?”
“I can take more,” she assured him, and smiled. “Now will you please do that thing where you promised to fuck me on every surface?”
“Next time,” he promised as he leaned in for another kiss. “This time is about showin’ you how much I love you... and figurin’ out how to not blow the second I start movin’ in you.”
Violet moaned again at his words as he leaned in to resume their kiss, and his hands moved from her hips to either side of her head, his body braced on his forearms. She had no idea what he was doing or how he was going to move in and out of her if he wasn’t actually holding her still, but he rolled his hips against hers, and all questions were gone.