11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

T he air around them on the car ride home was thick and charged. Her hand on his thigh, sliding up and down, made his skin feel hot and tight.

Was she trying to tease him?

After their kiss, they walked back to their picnic spot, in no hurry and in a comfortable silence. His mind was torn between remembering the feel of her mouth on his and marveling at where the night started to where they were now. It all felt very surreal. Even just parting for a few minutes to get into the car felt like a loss. Now, her hand was on his leg, and it was very intentional. When it came particularly close to his crotch, he jumped, a small groan getting caught in his throat.

Olivia made no move to show that she noticed this, but she had to know. She had to be teasing him.

If she kept going, he would definitely have a situation on his hands and they still had another ten minutes to their drive.

“Uh, Liv?”

“Yes? she asked quietly, as she finally looked over at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t going to complain.

When he finally pulled the car up to his house, she removed her hand from his leg and turned to him. “Draven. There’s something I want to show you. Would you mind if I came inside?”

She was holding a lock of her hair, twirling it around her finger. Whatever moment they just had between them in the darkness of the car was now over. Had he done something wrong?

“Uh, sure,” he said as he turned the engine off. This silence was awkward now.

He exited the car and made his way around to open her door. She slipped her hand in his as they walked slowly up his porch steps. It was a little awkward trying to pull out his keys to unlock the door, but he didn’t want to let go of her hand.

Once inside, they stood in his front hallway—Olivia having now dropped his hand and fidgeting with her own.

He waited, wanting to give her the chance to speak up on her own. But after several moments of charged silence, he had to say something.

“What is it, Liv? Is everything okay? Are you still mad at me?”

Her eyes snapped up to his. “No. No, I’m not mad. I’m trying to figure out how to show you this. I guess I’m just nervous because it’s not something I have to do very often.”

His brow furrowed as she reached into the pocket of his coat she still wore around her shoulders. Pulling out the white and purple shell, she placed it on her palm and held it straight out.

“Purple to gold,” she whispered, eyes cast down at the shell.

What was she doing? Was she showing him her magic? It dawned on him that she’d never confirmed her own status as a witch. Not that he'd actually given her a chance.

But it didn’t matter now, because the shell was changing colors. His heart thundered as purple slowly bled into gold like watercolors on a blank page.

Magic, white and shining, came from her other hand. She had magic.

She looked up at him, a small smile on her face. “I believe you about your mother, Draven, because I’m a witch too. If that wasn’t already obvious.”

A second passed with those powerful words crackling between them. The whole world seemed to stand still for a moment. Draven swore the room got brighter, that the light around them shone with an unnatural but transcendent golden hue.

Because yes, he already knew that, but having it confirmed was something else entirely.

“I knew it,” he said quietly, staring at her in awe.

“You did?”

He smiled, feeling a little sheepish. “Well, I did notice a few things.”

She laughed. “Of course you did.”

“I did mention it earlier, you know, right before we kissed.”

She glanced away, a blush staining her cheeks. “I remember. I just, I don’t know, I wasn’t ready to admit it yet. That probably sounds silly.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching out to turn her face back towards him. “It’s not silly. I kind of just sprang the whole thing on you. I want you to tell me things, but only when you feel it’s right. There’s absolutely no pressure and I hope you know this doesn’t change anything. You having magic, being a witch. I think it’s amazing; you’re amazing. I want you, Liv. I want you so damn much.”

“I want you too,” she whispered, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

Like a wire pulled too tight, the tension in him finally snapped as he captured her lips with his own, her mouth immediately opening to allow him entry. Her arms looped around his neck, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her to him and up off the ground.

Instinctively, as he took a step forward, her legs locked around his waist, and he groaned against her, feeling her ankles lock around him.

The need for air overtook him and he pulled back from her roughly as they both gasped, chests heaving with effort. He did not put her down, and she did not make any motion to move.

“I need you,” he breathed.

The wide smile she shot at him was the most radiant thing he had ever seen, lighting up her whole face and she kissed him again slowly and sweetly. Her soft lips moved against his like it was as natural as breathing.

“So, have me then,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his tone low and gruff.

He started up the stairs as her lips latched onto his neck. She bit and sucked at his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

She was an angel and the devil all rolled into one.

When they reached the landing, he was suddenly being pushed lightly into the wall. Confused, he caught her eyes. She was smirking at him, hands raised, magic at her fingertips.

Fuck. He hadn’t expected that to look so hot. “You want to play, baby,” he asked, nipping at her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered as she ground herself against his stomach. She was so warm. He bucked up gently, the friction causing her to moan.

She let up on him and he kept walking towards his bedroom. Once there, he kicked open the door and stalked inside.

None too gently, he deposited her on the bed, barely keeping his weight off her body as he continued to kiss her frantically. Suddenly, he was being pushed until he was on his back looking up at her.

She smiled impishly at him before fisting his shirt in her hand and lowering her head to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, her teeth catching his full lower lip as her hand drifted, pulling the buttons of his shirt apart. They moaned in tandem as she ran her hand along his bare skin, grazing his nipple.

He was so hard for her it was painful, his cock practically begging for release, as she pulled off her dress in one smooth motion. A strangled whine left his throat when he realized that she hadn’t been wearing a bra and his large hand reached up to cup her bare breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple as she whimpered. He groaned as her hand wrapped around the base of him, her tongue darting out to taste.

He forced himself to look down at her, not wanting to miss a moment of her mouth on him. She swirled around his head before lowering her mouth around him, taking him as far as she could before hitting the back of her throat. When she added her hand to the movement, his eyes practically rolled back in his head.

Her hand pumped his shaft, her mouth sucking, cheeks hollowing with the effort.

“I ... I’m not going to last,” he groaned, a string of obscenities falling from his mouth.

His stomach muscles clenched, tightening and tingling as he came with a long, low groan, Olivia catching his spend eagerly.

She grinned up at him.

He sat up so that they were face to face. Then he kissed down the column of her throat to her chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. Her back arched with a gasp as he rolled her nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.

“Draven … please … I need you. Please.”

“I know, Liv,” he breathed, “I’ve got you. I promise. I’m going to take care of you, baby.”

He lowered her gently to the bed. She moaned as he leaned forward, pressing wet kisses down her stomach from her navel to the band of her panties. Her shallow breathing hitched when he grabbed the fabric between his teeth, tugging at it and pulling the slip of fabric away until she was bare before him.

Her body tensed, and he glanced up at her, seeing the trepidation on her face. She was nervous, self-conscious. He smiled at her. He was going to take care of her.

“Relax, Liv,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

He ran his hand along her leg gently, tilting his head to kiss the inside of her knee softly, trailing a path up her inner thigh. He smiled against her skin as her body finally relaxed under his touch.

The smirk returned to his face as he swiped his thumb along her slit, from her entrance to her clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hips bucking upwards from the bed at the shock it sent through her body.

“Oh God, Draven.”

He worked her slowly, teasing around her needy clit, which was pulsing and desperate for attention, before he licked up through her folds, relishing in her taste. His large hand pressed down on her mound to anchor her twitching hips in place.

When he latched onto her clit, sucking and pulling with delicate pressure, she keened, her thighs clenched around his head. She cried out his name as he worked her through it, moving away from the oversensitive bundle of nerves to lightly trace around it.

“Fuck,” she panted, her ragged breathing slowly regulating as she came down from her high.

He grinned proudly, wiping his face of her and licking his hand, a satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.

He palmed himself, sucking in a sharp inhale at the contact as he caught her eyes.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked her gently. He did not want her to have any regrets.

“Please, Draven. I need this. I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Then he was on her. His weeping cock smeared precum against the flat of her stomach as he kissed her, reaching blindly to the nightstand and grabbing a box from the drawer to pull out a condom.

“I’m on birth control,” she said quickly. “And I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone else in a long time. So, I’m good if you don’t want to use one.”

He paused over her, his hand still hovering with the condom between his fingers as he blinked down at her, eyebrows raised. He hadn’t been expecting that.

He cupped her face in his free hand, letting the condom packet fall to the floor.

“I’m clean as well. So, if you’re sure …”

She nodded, smiling up at him.

He nuzzled at her neck, encouraging her legs apart. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. He moaned as he pushed into her.

She was so wet for him that there was little resistance. She was like heaven itself and a little bit of hell. Wicked and wonderful.

“You alright?” he panted, halting his movement to search her face.

She nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she breathed. “It’s just been a while.”

She whimpered against his lips as he kissed her, long, slow and tender, giving her body time to relax around him.

She nodded against his lips, signaling that he could keep going. He pushed further, all the way to the hilt, groaning loudly as his head dipped to her collarbone. Her cunt tightened around him, gripping him for all he was worth. He had never felt anything like it, his cock twitching at her heat.

“Move, baby,” she groaned. “I need you to move.”

Experimentally, he rolled his hips. A choked gasp escaped his lips at the white-hot pleasure washing over him. He was almost giddy, grunting and gasping as he bottomed out in her.

“Fuck, Liv,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight ….”

Sweat ran between their bodies as he moved, her leg hiked up over his hip to pull him deeper and he groaned at the new angle.

“Touch yourself,” he groaned through gritted teeth, the whole bed lurching with the power of his movements.

Her hands shook as she snaked her fingers between them, flicking her clit with uncoordinated movements. She looked delirious, her whole body tensing as she moaned his name loudly. Almost begging.

“Please, Draven. I … I’m so close …”

“Let go, Liv. I want to feel you.”

She cried out against his shoulder, her teeth sinking into him as she came, her whole body shaking under him.

He gasped against her neck, his movements becoming sporadic. He jerked his hips against hers with a long, low cry, his cock twitching as he came deep inside her, his hand gripping the sheets.

He rolled off her, his breathing ragged.

She moved into the waiting space of his arms, snuggling against his chest as their unsteady heartbeats slowed.

She smiled lazily up at him, no doubt seeing the sated grin on his own face.

It had never been like this with anyone else. It felt right. He gazed at her, trying to make sense of something that was too incredible to describe. What words were worth a moment when time stood still? When everything he had ever wanted was right in front of him?

He wanted to tell her right here and now just how much she had come to mean to him in only a few short weeks. That yes, he had come to Addersfield to expose its secrets, whatever they might be. But now, everything was different. He wanted to beg her forgiveness.

But she looked back at him with a shy, innocent expression, curling into his chest and holding on with a smile so sweet and so warm he could not bring himself to say anything at all.

“It's never been like that for me,” she whispered against him, the confession tugging it his heart as it washed across his skin.

“I think it goes without saying that no one has ever come close to you, Olivia.”

“What you're saying is it won't be a one-time thing?” she goaded.

He smiled softly at her. “Not if I can help it. But for now, I was wondering if you would tell me more about your Cerebral Palsy. I’ve never known anyone who’s had it and I’d like to know as much as possible.”

She looked up at him, a vulnerable yet determined look in her eyes, took a deep breath, and began talking.