Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 122946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
“Greedy.” I glared at him.
At that, he pounced on top me so fast all I could do was laugh. He secured my hands on the bed beside me.
“I am enraptured by you, Druella,” he said above me. “Crippled by the need for you. I want to make love to you from sunup to sundown. I get drunk off the very way you say my name. You are not just my love, my mate, but the source of my deepest lust and passion.” He kissed the top of both of my breasts. “You enthrall me with your love and then call me gluttonous for wanting more; you are cruel, Druella.”
Then he pinned me under him and grinned before my hands sparked with a slight flash, and he let go surprised, which only allowed me to flip him over, kissing him as I did. He growled and laughed; we wrestled…Well, I tried, but he clearly overpowered me, pinning me back down on to the mattress.
“Bad little witch,” he said over me.
“I was just trying to love you more. And yet, you pinned me down again. You are the cruel one, Theseus,” I teased, the biggest smile on my face.
“Ah, forgive me. You should be rewarded, not punished.” An evil grin spread across his lips.
“Theseus!” I yelled out in glee as he spread my legs, and his head dropped between my thighs.
“Druella?”
Again, my eyes snapped open, and this time, I did see Theseus, my Theseus, hovering above me and the golden ripples above.
“Are you alright?” he questioned, checking me over again.
I just nodded, before laying back, putting my arm over my eyes.
He rolled over to his side, waiting a moment. “You saw something.”
I nodded again, though he didn’t seem to be asking a question. Nevertheless, I was trying to make sense of it before speaking. Thankfully, he gave me the space to do so. Last time, it was a kiss, and what I saw completely unrelated to it. This time, it felt parallel, though I didn’t understand how.
“When I reverse time,” I still hadn’t gotten used that statement. “Some things don’t change, or if they did, it was only tweaked a bit, but the meaning was still the same. Like what was said had to be said, no matter how the situation had changed.”
“You saw yourself reversing time?” he asked gently.
I turned to him, and I shook my head. “No, I saw us in bed together.”
“In bed together as we are now or as we were?”
“More than that,” I said and wished the thought of it did not make me feel as hot as it did because it made it hard to speak of.
“I see.” He placed his hand on my cheek, focusing my mind with just a touch. “Where you a vampire or a witch?”
“Witch,” I said, and he frowned. “What?”
“Vampires taking mortals to bed can be very dangerous. We lose sight of our strength, and without knowing it, we could crush them or get so wrapped up in our own pleasure that we do much more damage…internally. Not to mention the temptation to drink. Was I being cautious?” It was sweet to know he was so worried about what he may or may not have done.
“No,” I said, watching his expression worsen. “Neither of us were cautious. In fact, we were joking and teasing one another, wrestling on the bed even. I just used magic. We didn’t have a care in the world and were happy.”
At that, he smiled, relaxing a bit. “What didn’t change that made you remember how you reversed time?”
“You and I called each other cruel and how you…pleasured me.” I never thought I’d have this conversation. “It was similar to now. I just don’t understand that. I have no memory of it being real. However, if it weren’t, why would I see it?”
“I do not know. And I prefer you do not receive the visions anytime we are intimate.” He frowned.
Leaning in, I kissed his lips, and he wrapped his arms around me. “See, it’s not anytime. I was fine when we kissed. It was only when you began to…”
“Pleasure you?”
I bite my lip, glaring at him but nodded.
“You are cute when you play innocent.” He snickered.
“I’m not playing.”
“So, you are innocent?” His eyebrow raised. Rolling my eyes, I tried to pull out of his grip, but he held me closer, kissing my nose. “Forgive me.”
“Hmm,” I said, just like he would be making him laugh.
I enjoyed the sound of it. In fact, I enjoyed watching us, too. Resting my head by his neck, I played with the buttons of his shirt. “What’s going on, Theseus?”
“I do not know, but we will figure it out together,” he said.
Hearing his voice so clear and certain made me relax, and it made me think of how the words he’d said in my memory, daydream—I didn’t know what to call it—and the causal way we both touched each other, the way he kissed me and laid claim to my body, was much more satisfying than I ever thought it would be.