Mystic

Anastasia shattered in his arms. The reins fell from her hands as she slumped against him and he released her nape. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist to stop her from falling off as orgasm raked her body in waves, as bright sparks of pleasure splintered in her blood, in her mind. 

When she opened her eyes, she tilted her head backwards and kissed his chin. Anastasia's breath was shallow. Somehow she managed to stay still till the sensation ebbed. It was nothing compared to every pleasure she had in her life. She wanted to thank him, hold him and give it back to him. She whispered, "You want to know why I didn't come earlier to you at Vilinski? I saved you from Maple's wrath by not coming next to you…" she explained. Gods, the connection was much deeper, and had she discovered it long back? It couldn't be. She didn't want to think about it. So she closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of his arm.