The Skye Trilogy: Isle of Skye, Isle of Night, and Isle of Dawn. * Bonus: Scrumptious Skye Confections Cookbook* (60 page)

Oil and water I thought to myself. For some reason, the image that flashed in my head was Mathias glistening with sweat as I rode him in the bathtub. I had to get out of here now.

“Mom, I just wanted to say goodbye to you.” I said. “My stomach is feeling a little funky, so I’m going to go home.”

Cecily’s expression changed to concern. “What’s wrong? I can do a quick spell. It will make you feel better in a jiffy.”

“I think it’s just a combination of nerves and too little food.” I replied

“Well, go home. Drink some ginger ale and make yourself dry toast. I’m sure you haven’t been taking care of yourself lately. Maybe tomorrow you should turn off the phone and relax. Taking a day to yourself is not going to kill you.”

I just nodded before I gave her a quick hug and kiss. I slipped into the restroom and thanked my lucky stars it was empty. I stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes.  A plan began to form in mind, and I waited patiently for Mathias to start bellowing.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Where are you?

I’m in the ladies room

When the door burst open, I stepped back until I hit the wall behind me. I lifted my eyebrow at Mathias and smiled secretively.

“Catch me if you can.” I whispered before teleporting. I saw him sprint towards me, but I had given myself just enough space to be out of his reach.

I landed on the roof of the castle and caught my breath. I was momentarily sidetracked by the beauty of the night. The nearly full moon shined brightly in the sky, and the stars sparkled. I could see the lights from town and even make out the waves crashing into the land. I looked up overhead nervously, but I didn’t see any Rau flying around. My grandmother had done a concealment spell last night. She didn’t want anyone to be alarmed by the sight of so many Rau flying around like vultures in the sky.

It was almost too perfect. I decided not to overanalyze though. I just wanted to forget about everything tonight.

WILLA!

Relax Wolfie. I’m on the roof star gazing

He managed to get out of the castle and fly up to the roof in five seconds. I was grinning when I took in his thunderous expression.

“I think we need to have a discussion on the rules again,” he snarled. “Number one I believe is that you are not allowed to teleport on your own.”

“I told you where I was.” I replied sweetly

“Why are we on the roof and what the hell do you mean by catch me if you can?” he asked. “I’m not chasing you. You are not running off again. Do I make myself clear?”

I moved until I was a hairbreadth away from him. “I thought we could play a game.”

“No games little girl,” he replied darkly. “Not tonight.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“I am positive,” he said. “Besides you’re already a master at the ‘Let’s piss Mathias off’ board game. Anyone would be a fool to play against you.”

“I was thinking of something else entirely.” I said. “What do you say to a game of strip teleporting?”

Mathias continued to stare at me with his dark hooded eyes. I gently bit my lip and watched him follow the movement of my tongue.

“I’m not sure how fun that would be. It’s not like you have a lot of clothes to lose.” he finally said

An excited tremor went through my body. I backed away slowly and threw a little ball of lace at him. He instinctively caught it with ease. I saw the crease in his forehead become slightly more pronounced as he looked at the small ball of fabric.

“I already lost my panties.” I replied softly. “Let’s see what comes off next.”

His head shot up, but I was already prepared for flight. I felt my body turn into vapor as I drifted with lightning speed towards my house. I landed in my bedroom and waited for him.

A few minutes later I heard the dogs bark and doors crashing. I stared at the bedroom door and waited for the explosion. The outer steel door sounded like it was being ripped off its hinges, and I braced myself for flying debris of the inner wooden door. I saw the wood splinter and mentally added that to my things to pick up in town list.

When he walked almost calmly through the door, my heart started racing out of my chest. Mathias stood in the door frame waiting for my next move, but the sight of him standing there left me breathless. I tried to regroup. I had started this game, and now I had to finish it. I teleported quickly in front of him and pulled on his bow tie. When it began to unravel, I threw it over my shoulder.

I slowly began to unbutton his shirt. The tiny buttons were a pain, and before I knew it, Mathias had ripped it in two. He took me by the waist and changed positions with me. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I held on for dear life as he lowered his mouth to mine. He slowly and seductively started kissing me, and my stomach felt like the fireworks on the fourth of July was exploding inside of me.

I gripped my arms around him tighter, but he continued with his leisurely exploration. When his tongue finally touched mine, I promptly reciprocated but not as wild, I tried to match his tempo. I was so lost in the kiss I barely registered the fact that my dress was being slid off my body. The satin and tulle tickled my legs as it fell to the ground.

Mathias removed his mouth and began gradually peppering kisses all over my neck and shoulders. I tipped my head back and grabbed his head. His hands cupped my swollen breasts and gently stroked them. My nipples hardened under his touch, and when he bent his head to place them in his mouth, I let out a little moan.

He alternated from one breast to another until I was panting with desire. He worked his way back up to my mouth and surprised me by picking me up in his arms. I have no recollection of even making it to the bed. One minute I was being supported by him in the door frame and the next I was laying down. He lifted my right leg, and his fingers brushed the outside of my thigh all the way down to my foot.

He slipped my shoe off, and I heard it hit the ground. Any other time I would’ve have yelled at him for treating a Louboutin in such a fashion. Mathias could’ve lit them on fire, and I wouldn’t have noticed. When he started on my other leg, my whole body started to feel like it was on fire. He joined me on the bed and sat on his knees fondling the insides of my thighs.

I could feel his gaze on me and thanked the heavens that I had a bikini wax. Even though I felt exposed, I wasn’t embarrassed. I was way beyond feeling that emotion. My whole body was quivering for release. When he leaned over me and kissed my mouth again I readily accepted the warmth of his body against mine.

Again he began his exploration down from my mouth to my neck but this time he stopped. His tongue swirled around on my skin, and I tensed in anticipation for his bite. He went from one side of my neck to another before finally I felt his sharp fangs pierce my skin. He only drank for a short time before he switched to the other side. I lifted my legs up around him and groaned when the fabric from his pants rubbed against the most intimate part of me.

His hands began to squeeze my breasts. This time more forcefully. He kissed my neck before making his way down my body. He stopped and began gently to nip my hardened nipples, and I unabashedly ground myself against him. His hands left my breasts and traced the shape of my waist down to my hips. I ran my fingers through his hair as he crept lower.

When he pulled my legs apart, I felt no shame, only elation and joy. As his tongue began lightly to lick the inside of my thighs I pulled my legs apart even further. I heard a sound that was a cross between a laugh and moan. When his tongue finally found the entrance to my sex I almost wept in gratitude. I had never in my life been so ready for an orgasm. But Mathias was in no rush. He gently nipped and licked every inch of me before pulling away just when I was about to explode. I almost ripped his hair out in frustration. Finally, he vigorously started to massage my sex with his tongue. The orgasm that tore through my body was exquisite. My stomach and legs were shaking as I came down from the frenzy of sensations that his touch had produced.

I let out a cry when his body pulled away from me. I looked up to see him tear off his pants, and there before me stood the most glorious sight. I had glimpsed Mathias naked, but I never appreciated those times. I was either too involved in my own pleasure or grew ridiculously shy. This time I felt neither.

I drank in the sight of him like a glass of water on a hot day. His wide shoulders and strong arms made my mouth water. Michelangelo himself could have carved Mathias's perfectly sculpted stomach. A small smattering of dark hair started at his navel and ended around his engorged manhood.

I usually was always an admirer of arms, but Mathias’s legs were not something I wanted to overlook. My eyes took in the lean but bulging thighs and calves. I wet my lips at the thought of them encasing my limbs. I sat up and slowly crawled over to where he was standing at the edge of the bed. I used just my fingertips to explore his chiseled cheeks and strong jaw.

I felt a surge of victory when I placed a tender kiss on each of his eyelids. I had noticed that Mathias flinched whenever I touched him near the face. It gave me hope that he had not moved a muscle with my little pecks of endearment. I continued my exploration of his whole body but purposely ignored his swollen penis. Finally, I dipped my head and kissed his neck. I wasn’t sure if he realized it, but I was mimicking his touches.

I kissed and licked his body from his shoulders to his thighs. I lightly brushed his enlarged balls with my nails, and when I heard a groan I almost shouted in triumph. When I finally did touch his cock with my tongue, I tried to hold back. I licked and teased for a few minutes before finally taking him in my mouth. I delicately sucked before finally I used a little more force. I tasted a little bud of moisture that had come from the tip and focused my attention there.

All of sudden I was lying flat on my back with my legs balanced in the air by his arms. He bent his head to kiss me once more, and I could feel him near my entrance. I stiffened when he slowly entered me. I wasn’t quite ready for his size. He felt my hesitation and slowed his pace. Inch by inch he gently pushed into me until finally he was buried deep inside of me.

For the first time during sex, I felt like crying because I was suddenly overcome with emotion. As he licked the lone tear that streamed down my face I realized why.

I loved him, and he loved me.

I had always thought our first coupling would be a quick fuck against the wall. It would be satisfying and explosive, but this was not fucking. This was making love. I felt a tremor run through his body, and I was aware that he was trying to hold back for me.

Tomorrow at some point I would probably want to wring his neck. We were both stubborn and opinionated. We both always thought we were right. I was emotional and quite often had diarrhea of the mouth. He was taciturn and closed off. I did and said my own thing with no regard for propriety. He liked to play by the rules and always be in control.

If we were to set up an online dating profile, I’m pretty sure we would never get matched.

For some strange, cosmic reason, call it fate I guess, we fit together perfectly. I knew that at this moment there would only ever be him. No matter what circumstances that were thrown our way, what crazy twists and turns that life had in store for us, he and I would never willingly be apart again.

I looked up into his eyes and what I saw made my heart swell. There was no red. There was only a warm brown color that stared back at me. I wanted to shout and proclaim my love but now was not the time.
There were no words that were needed. I honestly wasn’t sure if they would ever be needed again. I had no doubts about his feelings anymore, nor would I ever.

As he slowly began to move inside of me, I sensed the crescendo that was building. I urged him to go faster. My body met his growing thrusts, and I raked my nails down his back with impatience. Over and over again he and I danced amongst the sheets until finally I screamed out as the sensation after sensation hit me like an oncoming train.

I heard Mathias whisper, ‘fuck’, and then he shouted a primal sound of release. Our breaths mingled together as we both tried to calm down. He nuzzled his face into my neck, and my hair sheltered him like a blanket. I lightly scratched his shoulders and knew that I had a smug smile on my face. Finally, after a few minutes he propped himself up on elbows and kissed my forehead.

I was just going to push myself away so I could clean up a bit when I felt his cock grow hard inside of me once more. I looked up in disbelief when he started moving again. I quickly got over my shock as his tempo increased and soon my head started banging against the headboard. I didn’t feel any pain though, the only sensation I felt was from his furious pace.

When we both reached our climax, I was limp. My body felt like I had run a marathon. I knew I was going to be sore in the morning but honestly I could care less. When he pulled out of me, I felt empty and incredibly I wanted more. He stood at the end of the bed before pulling my legs down swiftly. I looked at him in surprise.

Mathias picked me up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and pulled me in with him. As we lathered each other bodies, the only sounds we made were moans of approval and small chuckles. I had turned around so he could wash my back and was surprised when he pushed both of my arms on the shower wall and spread my legs with his own.