Forty One

As I settled onto Lennon's bed, the softness of the mattress enveloping me like a warm hug, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The long journey back to his cottage had been exhausting, but being here with him, surrounded by the familiar comforts of his home, was like a salve to my weary soul. I pulled out my notes and the book of runes, my fingers tracing the intricate symbols as I double-checked to make sure I hadn't missed anything. He watched me with a lazy smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he lounged beside me.

"Fertility, near your ankles," I murmured, my eyes scanning the pages of my notes. "Near your pelvis, the wheel of power, magic... and the chest: gypsum, water, limestone, ore."

His gaze drifted to the book, his eyes lingering on the symbols as if trying to decipher their secrets. My body hummed as he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine as he turned the page.

"Near your neck, divine union, come together." My brows furrowed as I racked my brain trying to decipher the message.

Lennon's eyes met mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "What do you think it means?"

I hesitated, my mind racing with possibilities. "I'm not sure," I admitted, my fingers tracing the symbols once more.

His gaze never wavered, his eyes holding mine with a fierce intensity. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with determination.

He lay shirtless before me, his chiseled body a masterpiece against the soft, silken sheets. One hand was tucked behind his head, the other resting at his side, perilously close to my knee. The moonlight streaming through the window cast an ethereal glow on his skin, making him look like a dark prince carved from the shadows themselves. My attempts to focus on deciphering the ancient runes were futile, as my gaze kept drifting to other, more enticing parts of him. Every muscle in his body seemed perfectly sculpted, especially the ones that disappeared beneath his pants like a trail leading to forbidden pleasures. He exuded a dark charisma, like a prince of shadows that had spent centuries perfecting his allure.

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, "Distracted?"

I almost denied it, but I knew better than to lie within the borders of Visu. I had to be careful with my words and so I asked instead,

"Do you want me to be?" my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Maybe..." His hand began to move in slow, lazy circles over my knee, sending waves of heat through my body. I inched closer, my blood boiling with anticipation.

"Maybe I want to be distracted," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.

That was all the permission he needed. In one smooth motion, he sat up and cupped my chin in his hand, lifting my face to meet his gaze. He studied me for a moment, making sure that this is truly what I desired. With a smile, I confirmed it and then froze as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was gentle yet intoxicating, and I eagerly responded as he deepened it. All rational thoughts disappeared as I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the overwhelming desire to feel him completely. A soft moan escaped my lips, causing him to release any restraint he had and give into our shared desire. He gripped my hips tight, flipping me onto the bed with a sense of purpose. His lips crashed onto mine before trailing down to my neck, marking me as his own. This was what I had been craving, yearning for during his absence.

"This is all I thought about when you were away," he whispered, his voice dark and husky.

With a swift movement, he stripped away my clothes, inhaling deeply at the scent of my arousal. His desire was evident in the bulge straining against his pants, his eyes taking on a primal gleam as he gazed upon my naked form.

"You're perfect Ace," he murmured, tracing a finger along my skin.

My back arched at the way he said my name, and he lowered himself to my breast, kissing, sucking, and flicking his tongue against the peak. He groaned his approval as I plunged my fingers into his black, silken hair, letting out a soft moan. His hands found my waist, and I gasped as he gripped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the bed. I cried out for him as he slid his fingers between my legs, and it seemed that sound was his undoing. He growled in approval, slowly rotating his fingers inside the throbbing ache of me. He nestled in deep, my warmth clenching and squeezing him. All sense of self went flying from me as I ground my hips against him.

Then he gently withdrew. "So tight."

His other hand rose to cup my breast, squeezing and sweeping a thumb over my nipple. Every thought escaped my mind; there was only him in that moment, only the strength of his hands, solely focused on me. My hips started to rock, silently begging for more.

"Like that?" he purred, working his wrist in a slow, powerful rotation.

Unable to form coherent words, I nodded, and a slight whimper escaped me. He plunged his fingers in and out, strong and rhythmic, with expert precision. It seemed he wanted me to be weak for him, and I was, completely at his mercy. He positioned himself grazing over my G-spot. I barely contained my moans as I lost all sense of control. In that moment, there was only him and the intense sensations he was bringing forth within me. My body rocked and trembled under his touch as he focused all of his attention on me. I cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, completely consumed by him and all that he could make me feel. His hand firmly grasped my shoulder, holding me in place for what was to come next. Adding another finger, he filled me completely and I arched my back, gasping at the sensation. His thrusts were powerful, each one driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. His primal gaze never faltered from my tightly stretched opening as he panted with desire. With a firm grip around him, I signaled another impending release.

"That's it, good girl," his husky voice murmured.

His eyes burned with desire as he continued to pound into me, urging me to open up for him. Pressing his thumb against that spot just above my center, I couldn't hold on any longer and cried out in pleasure.

"Look how tightly you clench onto me."

As I pulsated around his fingers, he slowed his thrusts and savored every moment. Then my body went limp, letting out a soft whimper as I pulsed around his touch. He surveyed me sprawled out and panting, and a look of pride filled his face.

"You are fucking delicious," his voice was carnal with hunger. His throbbing cock still strained against his pants.

He bowed his head, cleaning me up with his tongue in gentle sweeping strokes. I moaned softly as he kissed, licked, and nibbled, completely lost in the sensation of his touch. He ravenously savored every last drop as my moans became soft, breathy hums, and I slackened in bliss. I felt drunk on his love, hypnotized by his touch. When I was completely relaxed and satisfied, he slowly removed his fingers. He was nearly out when I gripped one last time in reflex. He paused, smiled, then ever so gently fully removed himself, with a surge of wetness flowing out after him. His gaze turned wicked and full of dark desire, still burning with a primal need. Through hazy eyes, I watched as he undid his pants. He gripped himself, throbbing, releasing it from the constraints of the fabric. A smirk played at my lips...he was large, impressively so, and thick. He trembled at the contact, finally giving in to his own pleasure. When I reached out to assist him, he forcefully pinned my hand back down.

"I want you to watch," he growled.

I acquiesced happily, my muscles feeling like jelly anyway. He released my hand and grasped onto my thigh, keeping me spread open for him. Then he lowered himself before me once more and proceeded to devour the last of my essence, pumping himself dry in only a few thrusts. A muffled moan escaped his lips as he devoured me whole in his release. The sound of his undoing had me climaxing with him, erupting under his lips. I smiled contentedly as I lay there breathless and utterly satisfied, each shuddering pulse reverberating through me as he placed soft kisses on my thighs. As the last waves of my climax subsided, I felt myself drifting into a state of languid bliss, my body limp and sated. Lennon's fingers, still warm from the intimacy we had shared, gently withdrew from me, leaving behind a sense of emptiness that was quickly filled by his embrace.

"Mother above," he whispered as he pulled me close, his chest a solid wall of muscle against my cheek, and I felt his heart beating in a slow, rhythmic cadence that seemed to lull me deeper into relaxation. Silence enveloped us, broken only by our labored breaths as we lay entwined in each other's embrace. My legs were weak and spent, completely sated. With a soft kiss on my forehead, pride shining in his eyes, I let out a tired but content "Mm" before drifting off to sleep in his arms.