Gerald is a complex person

Leah's POV

"It doesn't work that way," Logan said. "It doesn't. Everything follows a process."

I turned backwards to face him, looking directly into his eyes, my ears open to hear anything he had to say. He was the mage, so my mind told me he was certain of everything he was saying.

"I have to get Amon out of my mind… He has a mate, and only wanted to use me as his toy."

"No… You don't rush into such actions." He drew me closer to himself, and my breast was pressing against him.

I felt uncomfortable at first, but his words were too precious for me to push him away. It was just for a little while.

"How? Tell me… How am I supposed to go about it?"

His hands pressed tightly against my waist, starting to touch my butts. I had begun to breathe heavily, his hands sending erotic signals all over my body. Instead this signals to blur my mind from listening to him to focus on our body contact, it made me want to reason with him on a deeper level.

"You don't feel okay being too close to me?" He asked.

"Actually…"

"It's part of the process." He had a serious look. "In order for us to commune, our souls have to be in sync… We are just starting, and will go deeper into this."

I nodded. What else could I do?

"Sometimes…" he continued. "Becoming greater than an addiction involves relaxing yourself to it, and that's when it doesn't feel superior to you. From there, you can follow the due process to stop it."

And then he chuckled, turning me to face the mirror, my butts pressing against his length. I could feel it in-between because of the silky gown I was wearing.

"That doesn't mean it would be easy to stop, but at least, it kills the feeling of guilt. It makes you cope with it, reducing the effects it would have had on you."

At this point, I was starting to get confused. I hadn't told him I had an addiction, but he was telling me how to cope with an addiction.

"What is it about an addiction?"

"Because Amon is your addiction. You might not accept it, but trust me, the deep feeling would spark if you get close to him." He breathed on my neck. "Believe me, you can't avoid getting in contact with him."

While I tried to process his words, he let silence take control over the hall such that the sound of my heart beating was the sound that was like drums to my ears.

Without separating my body from his, he made us go close to the mirror, almost touching it.

"You haven't told me anything about Gerald," I said.

"For Gerald… I would need to gain a deeper connection to access hidden details about him."

I understood what he meant, I didn't ask questions about what he meant by "deeper connection".

He grinned his waist against my butts. I stiffened. His hands moved upwards from my waist to my belly, and then to hold my boobs, starting to caress them. I wanted to go with the flow, but it still felt hard for me. Doubts must have been the reason.

"Intimacy is a currency we always implore in the mages circle…" He must have noticed my feelings.

"But… Supposing I was a man, would you have attempted intimacy with me?"

"No!" His voice was loud as though something dire had happened. "We forbid that! It's not natural!"

My question had triggered something in him, perhaps something too dark that I wasn't supposed to say.

"We have female mages," his voice cooled down. "They take charge of males. The intimate process always precedes everything."

I heard the sound of music afterwards, a cool melody that made my heart still, dismissing the doubts and guilt that was growing within me. I felt at peace. But… There are no speakers, how come about the music?

"It's part of the process," he answered the question I had in mind.

It seemed the closeness of our bodies allowed him to read through my mind with greater precision. That was when I understood, most things about mages were mystical.

"Close your eyes, don't open it till we're done."

I obliged.

His hands pulled my gown down, and I was starting to feel his hands rub directly on my skin. Then I felt something rubbed against me, it felt like an oil, but I couldn't open my eyes to confirm. He made my life on the floor without having to open my eyes. Soon, his tongue started to play with my clit.

"Mage…" My legs were starting to shake.

"Address me as Logan," he said. "Mage is just a title."

I moved my waist upwards, and pressed his head against me as though forcing him to eat all part of me. I was close to cumming at the time his mouth left me. I wanted to see the look on his face, but then, my eyes were still closed.

"Be real with the feeling you get from this." His length slid into me, filling me up.

I could feel that his length was curvy, hitting all corners of my pussy.

He started his strokes with a slow rhythm, and was slowly increasing it. I didn't believe that I would have easily succumbed to following the process. My hands wrapped against his back, drawing him closer to myself like I wanted him to get into me.

His thoughts… I could feel a strange signal passing through my head, but I couldn't read through it.

"You're pregnant…" He moaned into my ears, slowing down his pace.

"You finally found out… That shouldn't stop you from stroking."

I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if he knew about my being pregnant, all I wanted was to get to the highest point of the pleasure his length was stirring in me.

"Leah." He called out. "Gerald, your mate, is a complex person."