The Weaver's Source

Chapter 96

"You ask as if you hadn't realised that." He murmured thickly.

My heart thumped and my face burned with joy and embarrassment, and I buried my face into the pillow when he laughed deeply, amusement warming him.

"Is that why you always pulled away, Lyra? Because you didn't think I loved you?" Grigore asked, his voice purring.

I didn't answer, just hid from him as best as I could as pleasure burned through me at hearing him say that.

"Lyra." He growled, his voice purposefully low as he tried to coax me to respond. "Answer me."

"How long?" I asked quietly.

He didn't answer straight away, clearly aware I was still avoiding his question. "I've been aware of you as a woman for a long while now, although I only realised what that meant to me a short while before Rothberg." He said, amusement still thick in his voice as he watched me beneath him intently. "But I only embraced it when you so adamantly declared you wanted to stay by my side, regardless of the life I can give you."

I felt my whole body turn pink, suddenly seeing his advances in a different light, his words and looks, his kisses. I felt tears prick my eyes and a sense of foolish stupidity take me at how purposefully blind I had been of him, how much I had feared him over nothing, scared that all that love I felt from him was fake. Milcent had warned me to listen to him and I hadn't.

"Lyra." Grigore murmured softly, pulling me onto my back and bundling me beneath him and into his arms when I remained quiet.

The moment I saw him, his beautiful scarred face, his dark eyes full of affection, his warmth and scent, I embraced him, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pulled him towards me and kissed him hard. I poured all my love for him, my relief and joy, filling myself with magic and stroking him with my song. He responded roughly, his mouth hot velvet and sweet, full of hunger and passion just as it had been for so long.

"I was so scared you didn't love me, that it was all fake, just as the elf warned me." I said quietly between kisses. "I was scared I was trapping you again."

Annoyance growled through him and his mouth was swiftly at my throat, his tongue swirling over my pulse hotly as his hand slipped between my legs and cupped me, pressing his palm into the wet heat there. I clung to him as he coaxed my need for him with his seductive song and demanding mouth, his fingers dancing teasingly against me as liquid heat and magic pooled for him, my body shivering with longing. His teeth nipped at my chin before his claimed my mouth, rough, hot and dominating, devouring the quiet sigh that slipped from my lips as his fingers pushed deep into me, making me squirm beneath him at the sweet, burning pleasure that jolted through me.

"Does this feel fake?" He asked dangerously against my mouth, listening to my moans avidly as his fingers explored me; slipping up to my sensitive bud, each swift stroke sending electric jolts of aching pleasure through me, only to slip back into me again sweetly over and over.

"No." I whimpered breathlessly as I felt his jaw, gazing at those dark eyes of his smouldering with hot lust and frustration as he watched me.

"I love you, Lyra." He growled thickly. "The magic may have instigated it but the fear I feel when you're in danger, the satisfaction when you're worrying about me or sleeping by my side, the sheer need to have you; that's real."

His fingers slipped up again, burning over me with rhythmic circles, stoking an aching fire that was burning me up, flushing my skin pink and turning my mind numb.

"I love you, Grigore." I gasped as my body trembled with firey need and sensitive magic. "And I want you."

He complied instantly, parting my legs to welcome him and blanketing me with his powerful body, his song throbbing through me seductively. I slipped my hands over his strong scarred chest, gliding along the masculine lines of his neck and into his hair, pulling him into a frantic, hungry kiss as his gripped my thigh, keeping me parted for him. I felt his tip brush me, heavy with lust, making me shiver with pleasure and excitement and deepen the kiss, my mouth frantic, until he surged into me roughly. I gasped and arched my back as he filled me, pushing into my sensitive wet heat so deeply I couldn't breathe, stirring up my magic into a flustered, hot song. I moaned lustfully into his mouth, his tongue stroking mine and teeth nipping at my as he took me; his lust for me stiff and unforgiving, filling me so completely that my body trembled with blissful electricity. I clung to him as my body moved with his, my moans growing louder with every fierce thrust; his rhythm unhurried and loving, each stroke pushing deeper and deeper into me, fuelling the white hot flames that were swallowing me up until I swore I was on fire. I was so hot, my body aching sweetly, my breath frantic and song potent, tangling with his sensually, ensuring I could feel his pleasure, his need for me swallowing him up just as savage as my own.