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~Tove

My eyes shutter closed as I draw in a deep breath.

"Are you certain you're ready for this?" Keo asks gently.

I can feel his eyes on me, burning my skin with their intensity. The feeling contrasts against the icy wind that whips against cheeks, against my eyelids.

"I feel a lot better. No doubt this time," I assure him, focusing on the darkness behind my eyelids, materialising an image that is free from other pressing thoughts.

We stand out in front of the chalet with one objective. I'm going to transport myself and Keo to the nearest town.

Keo's hand tightens around mine. "Clear your mind."

I do just that.

All thoughts leave my head except my one goal. I imagine the quaint town Keo told me about, trying to imagine not only myself landing on the cobblestone streets, but also Keo.

Sure enough, my magic seems to be answering me. It stains my tongue with a metallic taste, the taste not leaving mouth until we have deleted through worlds and landed square on flat ground again.

Tentatively I open my eyes, afraid we only made it a couple steps.

But there is no snow. Just trees. Lush and dark, they shroud us, and a steady flow of rain that starts to dampen my clothing.

I turn to Keo, blinking at the water that catches in my eyelashes.

"Where are we?" I ask, turning in a circle.

"Territory Four," he decides. I figured, although I didn't want to be presumptuous...

I don't bother hiding my excitement. I didn't think I was capable of transporting us so far, which means I'm coming along with my training far quicker than I could have ever expected.

"I...I transported us so far!" I press my hands to my cheeks, unbothered by the rain as it drenched our clothes and hair. I'm too happy to care.

Keo smiles, broad and unfiltered.

"How do you feel?"

"Amazing!" I'm not sure if it's the lasting magic in my system, or just pure exhilaration from finally achieving something I never thought I would be able to do, but I feel euphoric.

"You deserve to feel that way. You did so well." I can feel him watching me with that warm smile.

I love it when he looks at me like that; like he admires me. I know he doesn't think highly of many people, so it's moments like these I feel on top of the world.

So, with no shame at all, I start dancing around, tipping my head back so the rain falls upon my skin, cooling it's heat.

"You're silly," Keo laughs breathily.

I don't care. I don't care that my clothes are wet of my hair is plastered against my head and neck. I don't care that Keo can probably see through my sodden clothes.

For one beautiful moment, I feel like I'm free.

"I did it, Keo. I'm so happy!" I tell him, grabbing onto his hands, forcing him to spin around with me.

He doesn't protest. In fact, he let's me move his limbs around in what probably looks ridiculous, but to me, feels like euphoric dancing.

All of a sudden, he yanks me closer, pressing my wet body against his.

His body is so hard, his breath so warm as he nuzzles into my neck, spinning me around as I was going to him.

"I'm happy too," he breathes into my air. I can feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. He's truthful, he isn't just sating me. He is pleased too, and I don't just think it's because we are a step closer to saving the Demon's.

We stop spinning, but my head doesn't stop whirling with wild thoughts.

Keo pulls back. Not too far, just enough to look over my face. His dark gaze seizes my attention, and I can't pull away. I want him to keep his arms securely wrapped around me forever.

I can feel the pull between us. It draws me closer, until his lips graze against mine, a slight grimace forming between his brows.

My smile fades. Not because I don't want to kiss him, but because my head hasn't stopped spinning even though my body has.

My knees shudder and I lose my footing.

Keo strengthens his grip on me, stopping me from falling onto the forest floor.

"I think it's catching up with me," I breathe. The rain suddenly feels too cold, a chill setting deep into my bones that even the heat from Keo's body can't chase away.

"We will strengthen your magic soon. Why don't we stay somewhere nearby for the night and you can try to transport us back tomorrow," he offers, his voice softer than I've ever heard before.

"I can try."

Keo takes us to a town nearby and to an old motel he insists we won't be tracked to. Sometimes I forget that people are constantly. pursuing him.

People like my mother...

"This will do for the night," Keo muses, looking around the cramped room we walk into.

It's such a relief to be out of the rain that I almost collapse. My senses are coming back to me now, which is a problem, because Keo and I haven't shared a bed together before.

And there is only one in the centre of this room.

Mercifully he turns around so I can remove my wet clothing, replacing it with clean one's that his magic brought in.

Of all abilities I wish I had, I wish it were that one.

The moment I'm naked I keep my gaze pinned at the back of his head, ensuring he doesn't turn around. My clothing is practically glued to my body, fighting to stay plastered against my skin.

"Sometimes I feel stupid for feeling happy about my magic," I admit, tossing my socks away as I work my pants down my legs.

"Why's that?" Keo mumbles, shoulders tensing.

"At the end of the day, you're using me for your own gain." I don't mean for it to sound so bitter. I'm just frustrated with being reminded of what is truly going on just as I'm starting to feel good.

I stare at Keo, at his head of dark curls that are only just starting to dry.

"I like to think we are working together," he responds carefully.

I tug on the dry pants up before shedding on my shirt.

"Maybe," I mumble. It doesn't feel like we are working together. It more feels like he wants my magic to be at his peak for what needs to be done, more so than for how it may benefit me.

Keo suddenly turns around, just as I'm reaching for a clean shirt.

"Listen to me, Tove," he says sternly, eyes focusing on mine as I desperately scramble to grab the top, using it to cover my bare top half.

"I'm not-"

He advances on me. "One word. That's all I need to hear to end this right now. I will not force you, or even bargain with you. This decision to help me must come from you and your free will."

His words hardly make sense to me. I know he's trying to be fair and reasonable, and yet all I can think of is how I'm struggling to cover myself

"Okay...turn around," I insist, my cheeks staining red.

Keo blinks, coming out of his trance as his eyes slowly drift downward. I'm not sure how much he can see, but it's enough to have him immediately obliging me.

As quickly as possible, I tug the shirt on, not releasing my held breath until I'm decent again.

Keo threads both his hands into his hair. "Fuck..."

"Are you okay?" I ask tentatively. My voice is so soft it is almost lost by the sound of the rain beating down on the roof.

"I want to fuck you really bad," he admits, slowly turning around.

His eyes have darkened as they fall upon me again. A stray wave of hair falls down over them that is tempting me to reach out to brush it away, but the moment between us is suddenly tense.

"Keo..." I whisper.

His admission has stunned me, my stomach dancing with something sinful and forbidden.

"I'm sorry. I needed to say it," he admits softly.

My mouth dries. "What happened to you not sleeping with anyone?"

The bed is right there, my leg bumping against it, and Keo is awfully close. If he pulls me down onto that bed, I'm not going to have the resolve to fight against it.

He tilts his head, a deviously smile touching smile. "Who said that?"

"Everyone knows it." I shrug, not wanting to tell him Wren told me. As his only real friend, I suspect she knows what she is talking about.

"I'm very picky about who I take to my bed," he tells me. "I think my mate joining me is a given."

His eyes flicker to the bed. A silent invitation.

"You're probably inexperienced anyways," I whisper. The taunt in my voice is enough to wind me up. I know I'm wrong about that assumption, and yet I like playing with him.

But he doesn't look like he's in the mood to mess around.

He breathes in deeply, eyes shuttering.

"Take everything off, and sit on the edge of the bed," he instructs coolly.

My body immediately want to oblige his strong command, but my mind hesitates.

"Ah..."

"You heard me." He raises his brow, like he's challenging me. I wonder if part of him thinks I'll say no, that I'll tell him I don't want him. He would back off, I know that...

But I don't think I want to deny him. I think I want this.

So holding his gaze, I pull my shirt off my head that I used to cover what I now let Keo see only minutes ago.

Keo makes no move to touch me. His hands slide into his pockets while kick off my pants.

Slowly, I draw my underwear down, enjoying the way his eyes flicker, the way he draws in a sharp breath just at the sight of me.

"Lay down," he murmurs.

I want him to take his clothes off. I want to ravish him, but I'm patient. I want to see what he is going to do.

"What is going to happen?" I ask as I lay down on the bed, my voice shaking a little.

Keo holds my gaze as he grabs my thighs, tugging me until my backside is at the edge of the bed. Then, he knees, it dawns on me what his plan is.

"You know what's going to happen."

His grip on my thighs is right as he pushes my legs apart. My fingers tremble where they lay on my stomach. I want this so badly it hurts.

I tense with anticipation as I feel his breath against my inner thighs. "Keo..."

He kisses below the apex of my thighs very softly.

"Relax. You know how to tell me to stop if you don't want this."

He gives me a second, placing my legs over his shoulders before he lowers his legs between my thighs and draws his tongue straight up the centre of me.

My entire world splinters at the edges as pleasure crawls through me at a steady pace.

He doesn't pause. Not for a second. Using his tongue, even his teeth, he draws pleasure from me like I've never felt before. My hands helplessly dig into his hair, holding onto it like I'm dangling from a cliff.

I force my eyes open to look down at him, just as he slides a finger inside of me.

A moan that sounds a lot like his a plea falls past my lips, followed by his name. I can feel him smile against me as he draws his finger in and out of me so slowly it's almost painful.

"You feel incredible," he breathes against me. "I can't wait to be inside you."

I'm tempted to tell him he can have me now, however he wants, but that would mean he would have to stop.

And that's the last thing I want.

Lifting my hips in silent instruction for me, I moan again as he adds a second finger, never taking his eyes off me, or his tongue.

My eyes roll back as I shudder with the pure pleasure of it, of the feeling of fullness I've so desperately craves. And then, he starts moving his fingers steadily. Slow but hard, adding more speed with each thrust.

My back arches, hips bowing off the bed. His free hand bands over midsection, pinning me down with ease as he continues to lick and suck on the centre of me.

I can feel the a pressure gathering inside me, threatening to explode with Keo's relentless movements. I want to scream, to wake all the residents of this motel.

"I can't hold back," I grit out, feeling his soft strands glide through my fingers.

The speed at which his fingers move only increases. "Good girl."

And just like that, pure euphoria almost lifts me out of my body. My climax hits me painfully hard, leaving me reeling, grasping onto anything around me to keep me grounded.

The pleasure takes its time to subside as Keo moves up my body, kissing every inch of my skin while his fingers remain seated inside me, waiting for every ounce of my orgasm to diminish before he pulls them out.

I lay motionless on the bed, having lost all control of my legs. Keo gently kisses my lips, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead with such tenderness.

"Consider that the beginning of what I have to show you," he murmurs in my ear.

My toes curl at the thought. Any rational thoughts can leave me alone tonight.

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~Midika 💜🐼