"Oh, just not that, please," she moaned. The feeling of danger added so much more sensations, though.
He bit lightly on her clit and Thea forgot what she was going to say, that she was afraid of what he had on her mind. She forgot everything. Just grabbed the sides of the mattress to hold her body firmly in place and took all the pleasure he gave her.
As she got more and more excited, she started rocking and pushing herself deeper into his mouth. His naughty finger was circling her forbidden entrance, driving her mad with anticipation. Yet, he made sure not to do anything she was not ready for. The anticipation was more than enough to get her off right away.
Connor sucked harder and when without a warning, he pushed the tip of one finger inside her tight little opening, a massive orgasm hit Anthea. She screamed his name, pulled at his sandy hair as the waves of pleasure ran through her, maddeningly delightful.
When she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her - pleased with his work. His lips shiny with her juices.
"I made sure you would not forget me when we are apart," he spoke smugly.
She would not. She couldn't even if she'd want to. He had rocked her world, changed everything she believed in. Anthea had not been honest with him, though. He still thought he had powers, that she was capable to change things in his destiny, that her magic could make things better in his life. She had no magic. Even if stories were true and there had been women with powers in her bloodline, all she could do was sensing certain people's pains. That was not magic, and for sure not blessing. Anthea knew, although Connor claimed not to believe in magic, deep, very deep inside his heart he hoped she was the solution of his curse. He had sung about it in his new songs.
As she stepped into the train, a scary idea crossed her mind. She was not sure whether the tales of Connor's ancestor and the witch were true or a beautiful fantasy, but she was intent to make that story repeat. Like that mysterious witch, she needed to disappear from his life. How hard would that be? She could change her phone number, delete her profile from social media and that was it. It was easier to vanish today in the twenty-first century than ever before. as she waves goodbye to him, her heart sank. She was not ready for this, yet, she thought it would be for the best. Maybe he really needed his old life back. He talked about it so often these days—bringing back his band, playing his music with them again, getting back on his bike. The one thing he did not mention was bringing back his ex-girlfriend. And that thought did not give Anthea rest. Maybe her role as his inspiration was done. Maybe she needed to let him go back to his past.
Chapter 8
It had been two weeks since Connor had heard from Thea. Her phone was off and she had not been online. He had tried to find her home address, but there was no one with her name. Was this a big joke? He spent days sulking. The only productive part of his day was playing his guitar and writing music. He could not complain on the lack of inspiration - be the reason of it his happiness or sadness.
After a little bit of thinking, he had refused the band's offer to join them again. He was not even quite sure why he did that. Either he was mad that he had lost the one woman who suddenly had become the center of his universe, or his initial desire to bring back his pre-accident life had lost its appeal. Some things were not meant to be brought back after all. He knew it now. Some things happened and passed and as long as he was trying to keep hold of that past, he was going to lose what was waiting for him in his future.
Kelly had been trying to call and message him lately. It was as if Theaˈs words were coming true one by one. Everything he had lost was coming back and knocking at his door. Now it was up to him to open that door and let it in and for the rest of his life to think that he had lost a dream he believed in because of his family curse or to find a new door.
"Are you planning to spend the rest of your life sulking?" Grandpa knocked at his door.
Connor realized it was late afternoon already and he was still in his bed with his guitar. As days passed by, he was getting lazier and gloomier. He was almost ready to give up and accept that whatever curse there was, it worked! Maybe things would feel much easier if he finally admitted that he had no power to change them.
"Yup," Connor agreed. If he had hoped that Grandpa was going to take no for an answer and leave, he was wrong. The man was stubborn as hell. Another family trait. "Alright, come in." Maybe he did need some scolding.
"Oh, boy, you look like hell," Grandpa said not sparing his feelings. He opened the window to air the room. Connor was somehow mad even at the sun and tried to keep it out of his self-imposed prison. "If you're planning to die on me, please solve your issues with your ex-girl and ex-band before that. They keep on calling me when you reject their calls."
Connor did feel a little bit guilty for putting his grandfather in this situation. He couldn't help it, though. Right now, nothing had any meaning for him.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa," he shook his head.
"I don't need you to be sorry, son. I need you to finally get up and take the reins of your life in your hands," Grandpa shook
