Page 94 of Under Gorse and Stone

I’m panting too hard to get my words out. “G-Going to come.”

His eyes widen suddenly, astonishment and fear running over his face. He goes to pull out, but then he gives a tortured shout, arches his back, and starts to come inside me, spurting wet and hot, bathing my insides. I feel the swelling pressure against my hole that I felt last time.

“What’s that?” I slur.

“’Tis my knot,” he manages to get out between his groans. “Cary.” He arches again, and the knot locks in, and ecstasy finds me.

The feeling of fullness is incredible. I holler hoarsely, and his hand clutches my arse, pushing me farther onto his knot. I feel a sharp pain as he bites into my shoulder.

Pleasure shoots down my spine, my balls draw up, and come explodes over his flat belly. And it goes on and on. I shudder and shake, my brain numb. His come spills out of my hole around his knot and runs down my legs. And still we come.

I must have blacked out because in my next moment of awareness I’m being carried down the stairs. “Where are we going?” I mumble.

He stops, no sign of effort at carrying my weight after that mammoth bout of sex. “Cary, you are alright?”

I smile at him woozily and stretch. “Feelsamazing,” I slur.

“You are not hurt? I amsosorry.” The words tumble out of him. “I lost control. I couldn’t stop it even if I’d wanted to. Have I hurt you?”

“Nope,” I say smugly. “We have got to do that again. And again, andagain.” I punctuate the words with kisses on any bit of his spare skin that I can find, and I feel him relax so suddenly it’s startling. He sighs and squeezes me, kissing my head and muttering something in his own language.

Then he starts to walk again.

“Where are we going?”

“To sleep.” He drops a smacking kiss on my cheek. “You have worn me out.”

“Not for long if I know you.” I stir in his arms. “I can walk.”

“Would you humour me and let me carry you?”

I nod with a rather regal tilt to my head. “Can we stay in bed?”

“Eh?”

“We have this one day left together.” I rest my hand against his cheek. “I want to spend it in bed with you.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “Do you not want to see more magic?”

“No. I have all the magic I need right here.”

His arms tighten, and he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply as though he’ll fix me in his memory, and then we’re in his bedroom, and he throws me onto the bed. I bounce, laughing as he follows me down. He wraps himself around me and covers us with the sheets. They smell of cotton and him, and I nestle in.

“Sleep, my Cary,” he whispers. “And then we shall make love again.”

And we do. We make love all afternoon, rolling around in the soft sheets on his big bed, but even we can’t stop the night from falling.

I lie in his arms in the room lit by stars and guttering candlelight. Their sweet scent fills the room, and I feel my heart squeeze with dismay.

“I go home tomorrow,” I whisper.

His arms tighten and he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply as though he’ll fix me in his memory.

“I would that this night lasts forever,” he whispers.

“But it can’t.”

“Nay. Even my magic cannot stay the sun.”