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I don’t know what this kiss means, but I’m kissing him back with fervour and need. With all of the passion in my soul. My lips are moving. I didn’t know I knew how to kiss. I had no idea kissing felt like this.

His hand lightly moves on my cock. A barely-there touch.

His tongue slides into my mouth. Claiming it.

His kiss deepens. Tender. Gentle. Full of love.

My orgasm explodes like a star imploding. My universe shakes. Everything is blinding light and heat and ‌the awe-inspiring force of nature.

As my pleasure burns, my magic roars. It floods out of me with the force and fury of a broken dam. Its silver light flows from my core, straight to Selwyn’s. It pours and cascades through our kiss.

An endless stream of raw, untamed power.

Selwyn kisses and kisses me and drinks it all down. He takes my magic while only taking a kiss. He doesn’t need to take me to claim my magic.

Holy fuck.

The last of my magic soars out of me, taking my consciousness with it. I sink into the black with a contented sigh. There is no need to fight it.

Selwyn has me.

Chapter thirty-four

The darkness fades. Light floods back in. I’m in Selwyn’s lap. My head is resting on his chest, and he is stroking my hair.

We are in bed. He must have carried me from the art studio.

“How long was I out for?”

“Not long. Less than an hour.”

Oh that’s good. Although with the curtains drawn, and the warmth and comfort of Selwyn’s lap, I could easily go back to sleep for another hour or two.

“Where is Loki?”

Was she scared when I passed out? Did she observe other things she shouldn’t have?

“With Peaony. How are you feeling?”

“Good!” I exclaim before blushing fiercely.

Goodness, I really am shameless. I’m sure he was asking about my magic, and not inquiring about all the post-orgasm endorphins that are making me glow.

I turn my attention inwards. My magic is calm and peaceful. A content and calm candle flame and no longer a bonfire.

It really worked. I gave up my magic with a kiss.

And, well, also a hand on my cock, but that is beside the point. The facts are, I have been lied to my entire life. Vessels don’t need to take a cock inside them to give up their magic. Power doesn’t need to be fucked out of them. Submission is not the key.

Magic can be offered with a kiss.

“I don’t know why I am surprised that everything I was taught was a lie,” I say out loud.

Selwyn continues to run his hand over my hair. “Vessels have been subjugated because they are so very powerful.”

I don’t feel very powerful, but I don’t know what to believe anymore. The very foundations of my existence have been shaken.

We sit in silence. The weight of my thoughts is surprisingly not too heavy, but it is filling the quiet.