Page 52 of Drawn into Oblivion

They shared a slow, sweet kiss. Her heartbeat pulsed between her legs. His magic stirred once more, sending out warm tendrils. She eased her leg over his knee and enjoyed the sensation. He had been so beautiful, so wonderfully sensitive. She hadn’t realized giving pleasure could be so sacred.

Rosuke didn’t hold his magic back. In fact, he encouraged it. It was the only way he had right now to touch her. Strange, he had previously only thought of metaphysical contact as a method of seduction—a tactic from his time in the old court for flirting covertly. Not as something to be savored with someone he cared for.

But he could tell she was already growing impatient. She moved restlessly against him, her kisses full of need. The taste of honey filled his mouth, and the scent of cherry blossoms teased his nostrils. How he wished to bury himself inside her sweet softness, wrap himself up in her and let the hours slip away.

When she raised her head for a breath of air, he felt rather like a cat’s scratch toy, for she softly scraped her nails over his chest as she sighed and rubbed against him, eyes shut. He tried again in vain to free himself, hoping the spells Vallen had used on his bonds had expired—or at least faded—but they still held strong. Then her eyes slid open, and he swore something potent swam behind her vibrant green irises.

She slinked to her feet, pulling away from his magic as it frantically grabbed for her. Pain sliced him when she didn’t immediately return, and his watery eyes followed her as she padded over to his wardrobe. She opened the lower drawers and pawed through their contents.

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

She didn’t answer and instead opened the bottommost drawer where he kept spare linens. She whipped out a clean rag, turned back to the bed, and gently wiped away the mess he had made on his stomach. She held on to his thigh as she did so, inches from his already half-erect cock, and he barely restrained a moan. As she carefully balled the towel up to set it aside, he wondered if she would use her mouth on him next. By the gods, would his heart be able to handle that? His cock parting her—

“You’re hard again,” she said, voice huskier than usual. She reached back and pulled at the tightly tucked folds of her belt. Despite his sluggish mind, his body knew her intentions, and the rush of blood to his loins made the room sway as his magic and lust flared high like a great inferno.

She intended to straddle him, take him. And it would be the death of him.

“A-are you sure?” he asked, wincing at how deep his voice had become.

Mai knew what he was thinking. He worried she’d only have him because he was tied down, that she still feared him otherwise. She dropped her belt. “I want you, Rosuke. All of you. But I have to be the one to do this. I cannot merely accept it, even eagerly. I must seek it. At least this once.”

She glanced at his erection, already so hard it no longer touched his stomach. Her breaths quickened at the thought of them joined so intimately.

“I want to know your body and the way your skin feels against mine.” She parted her dress and underrobe, and warmed at the way his gaze darkened, coveting her. “I want to know how you feel inside me.” She slipped her clothes from her shoulders, and they fell silently to the floor.

“Divine One have mercy,” he growled, struggling yet again to escape his bonds. Or perhaps he was simply impatient. Either way, she was confident the high general’s spell would hold, and teased him a moment more as she pulled her braid over her shoulder. Not bothering to pick out any of the blossoms stuck in her hair, she unraveled its length and tossed her head. The motion set loose a few petals, and she shivered as her hair whispered over her bare skin.

She crawled onto his bed and straddled his hips without hesitation. His hot stare didn’t stray from her face, almost as if looking anywhere else would undo him. But his magic found her again, and she shivered once more as it caressed her thighs in encouragement.

Rosuke’s heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his head. He refused to take in the full view of her breath-stealing beauty, and relied solely on his peripheral vision to notice how the long curtain of her flower-speckled hair had slipped forward, partially hiding her lithe, golden form poised over him. Her emerald necklace winked at him from its enviable position around her slim neck, the one item she hadn’t taken off.

She lowered herself, and the soft hair over her sex brushed his testicles. He went rigid. She bent her neck to see between them, and shifted higher up his body, walking her knees along his sides.

“Gently,” he rasped, barely resisting the screaming desire to move his lower half.

“Yes,” she whispered. She lined up his cock, and though he knew it was a mistake, he decided to watch as she sank down. He gritted his teeth as the tip nudged her entrance. Pressure. He held his breath, certain his heart would stop.

She gasped and the pressure vanished. He looked up at her confused frown.

“It hurts,” she lamented. “I thought if I did it, it wouldn’t.”

He swallowed and took a deep breath that eased the tightness in his chest. “Do you remember our private dinner?” She nodded imploringly, eyes softening as if remembering quite vividly. “I was gentle with your hymen, and it’s still somewhat intact. Relax and take me slowly. I do know a spell for the discomfort, if you need it.”

Licking her lips, she bent her head to try again. She braced her hand on his chest, and the wet warmth of her kissed the tip of his cock. His magic shuddered, and the only thing restraining the stomach-clawing tension in his lower half that demanded instant relief was his view of her expression—determined but nervous. By the gods, he wanted to brace his feet and thrust deep, but she was right. She had to be the one to join them.

Mai rocked her hips, slow and careful. A part of her wanted Rosuke to use his spell, but another part strangely didn’t want to rely on magic—not yet. For a moment, she seemed to make no progress and worried she was actually killing him, judging by the bright pools of red on his cheeks. But she was so slick with arousal that it had coated the head of his erection, and she could feel she was close to—

A flare of heat. Then, with a gasp, she eased the tip into her body. Both relieved and wincing at minor echoes of pain, she laid her other hand on his chest. His teeth gnashed, and his eyes burned with need. She held his gaze as she fully sheathed him inside her.

He exhaled hard, then drew in a shaky breath. “Oh Gods, I’ve died, I’m sure of it.”

She would have quipped back something about how they hadn’t even reached the end yet, but she could hardly think. Nothing fully encapsulated what she felt or how intensely she felt it.

“I can feel the shape of you,” she sighed. She squeezed him, fascinated by how they fit together, and the groan he made in reaction came out closer to a sob as he pulled hard on his bonds. The leather stretched. His magic used their physical connection to reach deep inside her and stroke its counterpart. The sensation made her gasp, and judging by the way his eyes glazed, he was just as affected.

She knew she wanted more, but she couldn’t put it into words—at least, not the right ones. So she let her desire for him take over. But first—

“The spell.”