“Slate, I'm so sorry this happened to you.”
“Bad things happen.” He shrugged. “This one was particularly bad. But we overcame it and that's something to be proud of. If we can exorcise a God from his host and kill him, we're pretty badass, sweetheart.”
I laughed delightedly. “I guess we are.”
Because of me, RS interjected.
“Go away!” Slate and I growled together.
Sheesh, no appreciation, she grumbled but then went silent.
Slate and I laughed again but our amusement quickly shifted. We quieted and just gazed at each other.
“You're safe and here with me,” Slate said as if to convince himself.
“And you're alive and Gargo-free.”
Slate's palm went to my cheek and his forehead to mine. My hand laid atop his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath it. The rhythm started to increase, and I looked up, my face sliding against his, and met his lips. With a groan, Slate picked me up and started to carry me inside.
“No,” I stopped him. “I want you here, where we can see your zone and truly celebrate our victory.”
Slate growled and lifted me onto the railing. We were dressed for bed, both of us in silk robes and nothing else, so getting at each other was fairly simple. A few tugs and shrugs and the robes were off. Slate's mouth hurried back to mine, and we groaned and growled our way through a wild kiss as we undulated against each other passionately. I swept my hands over Slate's broad shoulders, gripping his thick biceps as he supported my back. His chest pushed me out to lean into the open air, but I didn't feel any fear. I trusted him to hold me; to keep me safe. He'd proven damn good at it so far.
My thighs went wide from the demand of Slate's hips but instead of wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed my feet back against the crystal rails and used the leverage to angle my hips up to his. Then I slid my hand between us and guided him home.
Slate moaned, “Fuck, baby, you feel amazing.”
I grabbed his broad shoulders and leaned back further, giving him an even better angle. Slate growled and surged deeper. Pleasure spiraled up and down from where we were joined, curling my toes and fingers. I cried out as he ground his pelvis at just the right spot, ratcheting up my rapture. Slate's arm slid up and across my back so he could support me with one forearm while his other hand came forward. He palmed my breast and started an ardent kneading.
“Your skin shines like a pearl in this light,” he murmured before lowering his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.
I arched up against Slate, one hand going to the back of his head and my fingers threading through his hair.
“Sing for me,” he growled against my breast.
“Oh, I will.”
“No.” Slate lifted his face to meet my stare. “I mean actually sing. I want to hear your voice and feel your magic while I make love to you.”
Kyanite, I called in my mind. Do you mind?
“Magic Man” by Heart; an inspired choice, Kyanite said approvingly.
And, Ky?
Yes?
I love you too, Magic Jewel.
A shiver of joy fluttered through me; profound happiness that brought tears to my eyes. You might think that love between a woman and an incorporeal entity is silly at best, but this being knew me better than any other. He had supported me and saved my life time and time again. He was my partner in so many ways. If anyone deserved my love, it was Kyanite. And, if that love could bring him pleasure, then all the better.
The whine of an electric guitar split the night then a jagged grating joined it, shivering over my skin. I called up the magic and tossed back my head as it exploded out of my throat with lyrics and pleasure and love. I sang about a young girl seduced by an older man, one with such expertise that his touch was like magic. I took those lyrics and made them ours, putting my love for Slate in every word; singing it to him and his domain as he showed me how much he loved me.
Slate ground into me along with the pound of the music and our sex became something magical. Beyond its usual magic, that is. The music seemed to lift us into another realm; elevate us into our own private heaven where only we existed. Sweet stones, why hadn't I thought of this before? Ecstasy filled my voice and added power to the magic, detonating it over our skin like ripples of rapture. I could feel Slate everywhere; the song carried him through my skin and into my blood. I straightened up in the interlude and kissed him savagely, holding him pressed against me as the music whined and screeched around us like wild beasts.
Slate lifted me then took us to the balcony floor. He laid back and I sprawled over him and started to grind. His silver eyes caught the moonlight and flashed as his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me down. The music crested, and I began to sing again, belting out my love for this magic man and his magic hands, spiraling us upward together. I could suddenly feel Slate's desire as if I held it in my hands; a pulsing, electric thing. My song seeped into it and magnified it, matching it to my pleasure. Riding him hard, I finally threw my head back and shrieked out the final words, which weren't
