"You know, I think now I can see how right Grandpa was. I was silly not to believe in all those stories." He tightened his grip around her waist and linked their fingers together. He could stay like this - spooning and talking to the end of his life and never regret it. "Things are getting back to normal once I met you. Look, I'm almost back on my feet, almost back in the band and... in love like crazy..."
She looked away and he hated those copper curls that hid her eyes from him. Did he say anything stupid? Why did her mood darken? She did not say anything right away, but he could feel her sudden sadness as if it was his. It was creepy, but he loved sharing those feelings, knowing how she felt. Was this what that magic was about? If so, Connor was ready to accept it. He had been a fool to deny it before.
"What if you also almost get your ex-girlfriend back," she finally spoke in a whisper. "If you want everything that you had before your accident back, she should be back as well... Is that not what happened to your ancestor in the story?"
Now it was Connor's turn to feel unease. Did she really mean those words? Was she so blind not to see how in love he was? Or even worse - was she predicting what was going to happen?
"The guy has been dead for centuries! Why should I care what happened to him," Connor suddenly felt rage mixed with desperation inside him. "Just don't tell me that history is bound to repeat itself, that all that curse and shit are going to keep me away from you!" He wasn't sure who he was not yelling at. Her? Himself? The history? A moment ago he was ready to admit that all of those stories were true - the curse, the magic, the witches. Now, the thought that those were going to take Anthea away from him was so hateful, that he was ready to fight that magic no matter how powerful it was going to be.
He leaned back and closed his eyes. What was he doing? She has finally here with him and he was already yelling and fighting?
"Let's not argue please, we are not even together, we've just met," Anthea turned to look into his eyes.
"I can't believe you're saying this. We've been together for weeks!"
"Connor, please, let's not argue," she smiled and that little curling of her lips was enough to take away all the sadness and anger away from him. He was definitely overreacting.
"Thea, please, don't argue," he smiled back. Sometimes, it took just a kiss to end the argument.
Sometimes, that kiss grew into something much more passionate and that was always a great ending of every argument.
Chapter 7
Anthea opened her eyes with an amazing feeling of happiness and satisfaction. She had had a beautiful dream before waking up.
Oh, maybe it was not a dream after all. It seemed that someone's naughty mouth was doing wicked things to her causing those beautiful dreams.
She moaned. It was becoming a habit to wake up to his lovemaking. Sadly, today she was heading back home. She had spent three amazing days with Connor, but now, the weight of upcoming separation sank on her. Nothing was going to be as easy as it seemed. Connor saw things in a different light. He was so sure that everything was back to normal due to her, while the realization that she had been lying to him did not give her rest.
"I thought you were a dream," she whispered to him.
"I am," he admitted and gave her one of his bad boy smiled. His freckles caught the morning light and made him look like a little boy lost in his own world of happiness. And he had all the delights he had been craving for right in front of him.
"Now, if you want that dream to last longer, do not distract me," he instructed her. "Just close your eyes and enjoy, baby."
She did as he asked. If only all mornings could be like this - her leaning back and enjoying while someone did real magic to her body. During these short three days Thea had learned to trust the full control over her body to Connor and that always proved to be very satisfying in the end.
"So beautiful," he whispered as the tip of his nose touched her clit and Anthea's whole body jerked as if hit by a lightening. Ah, this mouth could do so much more than just sing beautiful songs and say pretty words. "I've been dreaming about tasting you all night. Couldn't sleep. Felt so hungry."
She was so exposed to him. Anthea kept her eyes firmly shut not to think about how she looked with her legs wide open and him kneeling between them, his mouth kissing her womanhood. Even with her eyes closed she knew it looked irresistibly hot.
"Delicious," she heard his husky voice and gasped as the cool air of his breath touched her heated flesh. His voice sounded darker, filled with desire, and thicker, filled with his arousal. "Do you want to cum, Thea?" He asked. As if he didn't know!
"Please," Anthea begged.
She knew it would take just moments for his skillful hands and mouth to work her to the bliss of her orgasm. She could already feel the storm of sensations inside her. His mouth got busy again. At times, he was tender - kissing her swollen lips, rubbed his jaw against her clit, caressing and teasing her with his breath that sent shivers through her. Other moments, he'd turn dangerous and threatening her with his teeth and sucking her excited bid so hard in his mouth, her she wasn't able to breathe or scream. Her body felt limp with all the pleasures he was giving her. His hands slid down and lifting her butt slightly, he pressed one finger against
