Page 62 of Into the Abyss
We stepped back into the Abyss and the colorful cavewe’d left before returning to Earth. Resting my fingers against ayellow rock, I couldn’t stop the swell of sadness within me for thefae who once ruled this land. A land once full of color and beautyand now devoid of most of its original splendor.
“Can it be returned?” I mused.
I hadn’t realized I spoke the question outloud until Magnus inquired, “Can what be returned?”
“The beauty, the life, and the love thatonce ruled here,” I whispered.
“If places like this cave remain, then Ithink there’s a chance it could be. We should go.”
Reluctantly, I removed my fingers from thewall and followed him to the entrance of the cave. The waterfallmisted my hair and clothes as we descended the rocks, but Iwelcomed the refreshing feel of it on my skin.
When my feet hit the ground, I steppedcloser to cup my hands and slide them into the waterfall. The flowpounding against my palms pushed them down. I spilled my collectionbefore I corrected my hands and gathered enough water to splash myface and hair with it. The cool water sluicing down my skin andsoaking the dress washed away some of the lingering death adheringto my flesh.
Finished, I dropped my hands and turned tofind Magnus’s ravenous gaze fixed on my breasts. Glancing down, Irealized the damp material of my dress clinging to my cleavageemphasized my areolas. The knowledge such a sight affected himcaused my body to react to his as wetness spread between mythighs.
When he stalked toward me, I took aninvoluntary step back from the need he radiated until my heelconnected with the rock wall. My palms flattened on the craggysurface, and my breath caught as my heart raced. Then, he wasbefore me.
Tilting my head back, I gazed up at him ashis silver eyes fastened on my mouth. When he leaned closer, thescent of him filled my nose, and everything in me screamed formoreof him.
My chest rose toward him when he rested hishand on the wall beside my head. Dampened by the spray from thewaterfall, his blond hair sticking to his head revealed more of theshiny, black horns I yearned to touch. His other hand claimed theend of my hair, and he wrapped it around his wrist until I wasbound to him.
Using my hair, he drew me gently toward himuntil his face was only inches from mine. Unable to resist themanymore, I reached up to trail my hand over one of his horns. Ibrushed aside strands of his hair while I ran my fingers from thesharp tip, back along the side of his head, and toward the thickerend.
His head tilted into my touch, and my handclenched around his horn as I rose on my toes to stroke it again.My movement brought me into contact with the rigid evidence of hisarousal. Our eyes met as he thrust forward to grind his erectionagainst my wet core. The movement and the pleasure it caused tospiral throughout me had my hand clenching around his horn as Icried out.
“Shh, Freckles,” he murmured. “I don’t thinkanyone can hear us over the water, but it’s not a chance I’mwilling to take.”
Biting my lip to stifle my cries, my headfell back when he released my hair, and his knuckles skimmed downthe front of my dress. I squirmed against him, eager for more ashis thumb circled my nipple, but then, he stopped.
I was about to voice my displeasure over hishand moving away from my breast when the searing heat of his mouthsettled over it. When his tongue flicked the hardened bud throughthe thin material, I was lost to him as the world spun and my kneesgave out.
Magnus caught me before I hit the ground,and in one swift move, he lifted me up and laid me down. I didn’tfeel the rock against my back or the spray of water coating usboth; all I felt washim. Panting, wiggling, and desperatefor more, I grasped his shoulders as he came down on top of me.
One of his hands slid down my belly andtoward my thighs while the other propped him up above me. His handentangled in my skirt, and he lifted it up. Entranced by thedarkening color of his eyes, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.Water dampened my legs when he pulled my dress up to my waist; Ispread my thighs as he settled himself between them.
We shouldn’t be doing this. We had to findthe others and see if we could help, but I couldn’t bring myself topart from him. Then his hand settled on my thigh and moved steadilytoward my aching sex. Every slow, tantalizing stroke was a form oftorture I wanted to end but craved more of it.
Lifting my hips and feeling nearly out of mymind, I couldn’t bite back a scream when his hand slid over my sex.I squirmed beneath him when he spread my growing wetness over myclit before stroking it with his thumb. My hips rose and fellfaster as my body came alive in ways it never had before.
There was something so incredibly wonderfulabout Magnus’s body on mine as he dipped a finger inside me andheld me close to him. Bending his head, his tongue slid over mylips before entering my mouth. He tasted me in slow thrusts thathad my hips rising impatiently against his hand as my tongueentwined with his.
My fingers bit into the corded muscles ofhis back before I relaxed and lifted them to seize his horns. Idragged him closer until his mouth was bruising against mine, but Ididn’t care as I tried to get closer but couldn’t get closeenough.
His growl vibrated my lips as he parted mefurther and dipped another finger inside. When he moved his hand insuch a way that his palm rubbed my clit, my back arched off theground. So close, I was so very close…
His hand slid away from me, and I groaned aprotest as I lifted my hips demandingly toward him, but he didn’tgive me what I craved. Breaking our kiss, his lips hovered againstmine as he spoke. “Not yet.”
I tried to grab him back when he liftedhimself away from me, but he caught my hands and gave me a wickedsmile as he pressed a kiss against the back of one. “Patience,Amalia,” he said, and I saw the words forming on his lips more thanI heard them over the water.
When I glared at him, he laughed. I wasabout to pull away when he bent to press a kiss against my belly.Torn between kicking him and curiosity, I remained unmoving as hismouth hovered over the place he’d kissed before his tongue flickedout to taste me. Moving steadily lower, he licked away the beads ofwater forming on my skin as he went.
His tongue dipped into my belly buttonbefore he nuzzled it with his nose and nipped at my flesh. Ishivered and gave up any lingering irritation with him as his handsspread my thighs apart.
I bit my lip when he moved lower, and Irecognized what he intended to do. Excitement tore through me; whenI wiggled impatiently, his chuckle warmed my lower belly. Then hishands slid under my ass, and he lifted it off the ground. I bitharder on my lip when his eyes met mine as he dipped his mouth tomy core. His warm breath against me created a tickling, entirelyerotic sensation that caused my nails to dig into the rock. Hecontinued to hold my stare as he tortured me with as much expertiseas the jinn.
Then his tongue gave one, slow lick over myentrance and clit before making a teasing circle.Horrible!Wicked demon!I wanted to scream the words at him, but Icouldn’t speak through the lump clogging my throat.
He seemed to understand my torment as hiseyes gleamed with amusement. He gave me another teasing flick withhis tongue before plunging into me. My back arched off the ground;I cried out as he tasted me in deep, hungry thrusts that made melose complete control. Releasing the rock, I gripped his horns anddragged him closer to me as I rode his tongue like it was hisshaft.
