His fingers moved away from my pussy and I felt him unzip his zipper, freeing himself. His hardness nudged against my folds and I held my breath in anticipation.
“I’m sorry we can’t take our time, lass. This is going to be quick, but only because I don’t know how much time we have before the illusion wears off.”
He slid inside of me steadily until he was all the way inside, and I moaned again.
“Next time,” I sighed. “Next time you’ll have to make it up to me.”
“And every time after that,” he agreed and began moving in and out of me.
He pulled my left thigh up, making himself go even deeper. Being with him like that was Heaven right there in the middle of Hell. I nearly forgot the dirty mattress and damp cell we were in as our bodies moved as one.
“Fuck,” he groaned as the pressure built where our skin touched, my hands on his arm and back and his on my thigh. “So… perfect.”
Like Ronan, I knew our bond was solidifying and although this wasn’t the first time for me, it still amazed me too. It was quite literally the most beautiful feeling in the entire world to have our souls attach to one another, and I was the luckiest woman to be able to experience it again.
“I love you,” I whispered as the tingling moved from my skin inward toward my center. I needed him to hear it from my lips, to see it in my eyes, and to feel it in my soul.
“And I, you,” he replied, his words strained as his movements became more frenzied.
The end was coming. It was obvious in the way the pressure and tingles built, until I didn’t think I could hold back any longer. I covered my mouth and screamed into my hand as the world around me shattered into a million pieces, igniting like fireworks. It was magnificent, it was everything.
I lay there boneless as the world righted itself, Ronan was raining kisses over my face and laughing. I looked at him in wonder and marveled at the feeling of our souls merged together as one.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he groaned, still smiling but he knew as well as I did we’d have all the time in the world for it, as long as we got out of there.
“I love you so much, Ronan Young,” I sighed happily and kissed him once more.
Without warning, the door at the top of the stairs burst open and loud footsteps made their way to the basement floor. I looked to the right, not seeing the image of me laying on my mattress and knew immediately the carefully woven illusion I’d made shattered the moment I came undone.
Ronan sprang to his feet and pulled me up beside him.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“You run,” Ronan replied, his voice low and strong. He was telling me to leave him behind.
“Nope. Not happening.”
I grabbed his hand and tried to teleport us out of the basement but nothing happened. Confused, I knew my caster side was back and in full effect, but still nothing happened. Realizing that it must have been protected against that kind of magic, I cursed out loud.
With my next thought, still holding Ronan’s hand, I looked inside of him for his magic. I knew it wasn’t taken away or destroyed because it wasn’t possible to do either, but Ronan’s magic was hidden inside of him. I just needed to find it and give it back to him, if I could.
The steps got louder as Dixon reached the bottom and moved toward Ronan’s cell, his eyes full of smug contempt. But when he put his hand on the lock, it wouldn’t budge. He tried again and again and nothing happened, making him roar.
“Are you doing that?” Ronan asked.
With my eyes closed, I nodded my head. “I’m buying us a little more time.”
“Time for what?”
His magic was buried deep, under layer upon layer of rubble. When Ronan’s magic was suppressed, it wasn’t just hidden, it was buried. They didn’t want him to ever get it back, the bastards.
I reached in further, into the rubble and magically it moved aside without much effort. It seemed like that wasn’t how it was meant to happen but there’s something to be said for souls that work as one. His soul would recognize mine and work with it rather than against it.
Just a little further. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I strained even more until I felt its warm light and pulled it out of the debris.
“Time for this,” I explained. Ronan gasped as he felt his magic return back to him and his grip became tighter in my hand.
He kissed the back of my hand. “You’re amazing,” he told me and let go, returning to a fighting stance in front of me, ready for anything that would come for us.
“I need my dragon and vampire,” I said, knowing the caster side of me was the weakest offensively. I hadn’t had as much training with magic as I had with the other parts of me. I needed a fighting chance and the only thing I could think of was getting back the rest of me.
Ronan nodded his head in agreement, but never took his eyes off the growing number of Council casters massing in front of the cell door.
“How long can you hold the lock in place?” he asked.
I felt the strain from it as the casters worked to break through the barrier.
“Not much longer,” I admitted.
He nodded again and I felt the barrier immediately get stronger. He had reinforced it, giving me a chance to do what I needed to do. I closed my eyes again and this time I reached inward trying to get to Soleil. After several seconds of searching, I felt her sleeping in the furthest recesses of my mind. I needed to wake her and I knew that with magic
