Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,165

are as thick as thieves. Always." I dropped my gaze to his chest and a rumble of frustration thundered through him as he growled at me.

He didn't reply, but he shifted his hands beneath the hem of my shirt so that his flesh was pressed to mine and his magic bumped up against the barriers of my skin in a clear demand. I wasn't strong enough to deny him, so I dropped my own barriers and let his power flood into me with a moan of exhilaration.

I felt like a vessel being filled with the might of a storm as the raw and turbulent energy of his water magic crashed through my body and my heart leapt and pounded in a way that had me aching for more. Earth needed water in this deep, intrinsic way and my magic craved the touch of his like it ached to use it for creation.

Roary groaned as I moved my hands to his stomach and slid them beneath his tank, the magic growing more powerful as it found more places to pass between us.

He drew back suddenly and rain began to fall over us, the droplets fat and warm like that perfect spring shower where every drop of it feels revitalising and pure as it kisses your skin. He shrugged his arms out of his jumpsuit and tugged his tank over his head, dropping it to the floor beside us and moving to push my jumpsuit from my arms as well.

I was so shocked to find Roary Night tugging my clothes off that for a moment all I could do was stare at the perfection of his golden skin across those tight abs and broad shoulders.

The moment my arms were free, Roary moved closer to me again, his hands pushing up beneath the back of my tank top as I wound my arms around his neck and trailed my fingers all over his skin. His forehead pressed to mine again and with so many points of contact between us, our combined magic pulsed and thrummed to this heady, happy rhythm until it seemed to find this perfect balance and instead of pawing at each other, we fell still, bathing in the feeling of it flowing through our bodies.

The rain continued to fall on us and pink blossoms tumbled down over us too as the magic found an outlet and we created this tiny little corner of freedom within the walls of the prison.

"I have faith in you, Rosa," he breathed as the bell rang to signal the end of the session and I gritted my teeth as I forced away my stupid little wobble. He was right. This wasn't a bad thing - we just needed to move faster and get our asses out of here before that thing was installed.

"Okay," I agreed, pulling back to lean against the wall, my hands sliding down to rest against his chest as I looked up at him. "Then we're going to need to haul ass," I said firmly. "This has to happen this week or it's not happening at all. Plunger is getting close to the maintenance room with the first tunnel and Sin and Ethan have managed to get me what I need to neutralise the ipump so that the Order Suppressant will be out of action. I haven't been able to figure out a way around the cuffs unless we want to try and force a guard to release us from them, but I feel like that could be more risky than it's worth. We'll all have access to our Orders so we’ll be able to move fast. Dante and Jerome have their own parts to play and I'm sure we’ll be able to get out of here without needing our magic anyway. Then we just need to make sure Plunger and Gustard don't actually make it out, either by incapacitating or killing them then running for our fucking lives. We’ll figure out a way to get the cuffs off once we're free. If I have to cut my hands off and have them re-attached I'll take that trade."

"Shit, you really are a badass, aren't you?" Roary teased. "Just casually talking about murder and dismemberment like it's any old Tuesday."

"You know me, Roar, been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Speaking of which, I'm going to burn these fucking jumpsuits once we're free. We can get Sin to build a pyre for us all to dance on top of."

He started laughing just as