Page 14 of Silver (Shunned Mages #2)

Silver

Kissing Wilston was indescribable… I’d kissed many men since I’d gotten here, desperate to live for once.

Desperate to experience things before it was too late.

But I’d never really lived. Never let myself go and truly enjoy the moment without any walls up.

Not like right now with Wilston. I gave myself to him fully.

Let him have my heart and body as he pleased.

It was his anyway, so why fight it? Why hold back when he’d owned my soul even before we’d met?

It was like coming home. For the first time I was truly home. And my home was him.

Our kiss was messy, frantic, hot, desperate, and just what I needed.

We were both moaning in pleasure as our hands got busy touching everything.

I let my hand trail down his chest and stomach before taking his cock in hand, feeling how hot his length was even with the hot water surrounding us.

I wanted to sink down on it, impale myself as I rode him under the stars.

Wanted to bind us together for eternity.

Yes, we would get our magic, but right now the only thing I wanted was for Wilston to be mine.

It might’ve been a sort of possessiveness that came over me, but I’d never had something so wonderful be mine, and like hell was I waiting another second.

Like Wilston had said, we were both ready to finally live.

I pushed away from his lips and with a raspy voice, I begged him, “Please fuck me.”

His eyes were already so dark, but I swore I saw a glimmer run through them at my words, like his magic was just under the surface, waiting for me to help him unlock it.

We were each other’s key to finally being who we were born to be.

We were incomplete without the other. Weak and lonely apart, powerful and loved together.

We would never be apart again.

“I didn’t bring anything.” He sounded so disappointed, like he was letting me down. His hand found my dick, finally touching me there. I moaned and threw my head back, allowing myself just a few seconds of his strong hand around me, jerking me, loving me.

“I did,” I finally managed to say. His movements slowed, helping me think clearly again. I moved on my knees over to the edge of the tub and climbed over, not caring I was shaking as water dripped off my naked body. I found my little bag with soap and the most important thing, lube.

When I turned back to the tub, he stood up, waiting for me with his hand outstretched to help me back in.

Such a perfect gentleman, with his hard cock standing proudly, too.

I took his offered hand, but sat on the edge to dump some water on my feet.

I didn’t want to bring any dirt into our tub.

I let Wilston hold the lube while I got cleaned up and returned to the warm water.

“Let me get myself ready for tonight,” I said, taking the lube back from him. He only nodded and seemed happy to follow my lead. I held on to the edge of the tub with one hand, standing up and presenting Wilston with my ass, not caring I was mostly out of the water.

I coated my fingers in lube and with one hand firmly holding on to the edge, the other began working me open. Wilston was right behind me, massaging my ass cheeks while watching me get myself ready for him.

His voice was pure gravel when he asked, “This isn’t your first time, is it?” There was no judgement, only pure curiosity in his tone. I wasn’t about to lie to him, even if I suspected this would be his first time.

I shook my head, “No.”

There were a few seconds of silence, but he never once stopped caressing my ass. “But I will be your last,” he finally said.

I smiled. “Yeah, you’ll be my last, babe.”

“Then I don’t care about those who came before me.

” He took the lube from the edge and added his fingers alongside mine, circling one finger around my rim, making the experience that much more exhilarating.

It seemed some parts of Wilston were exactly like my fantasy men had been, since they’d also liked touching my ass.

I was pleasantly surprised with how perfect he seemed, not that I should’ve been, considering we were soulmatches.

I was ready to add another finger, but before I could, Wilston’s finger joined mine.

“Ooooh,” I breathed, then moaned. I’d thought it would be easier if I got myself ready, but this was perfect.

I just had to make sure I didn’t come before he was inside of me.

I was rather easy to please, and I’d been known to come untouched, something I was rather proud of.

Now, though, I needed my ass to not be so sensitive, since I wanted Wilston’s cock to be the thing that drove me over the edge to completion. I was romantic like that.

“Give me one more,” I panted, removing my own fingers to hold onto the edge and my sanity all at once, letting Wilston take over prepping me. I couldn’t focus enough to do it myself anymore while also holding off my nearing release.

With my hands white knuckled on the edge of the tub, Wilston added two of his big fingers. It only stung a little, but I welcomed it, knowing it was Wilston.

“I’m ready,” I said, spreading my legs further and arching my back, ready to be claimed.