Maybe more. I turn toward him and kiss his cheek, kiss the scar that crosses the left side of his face. I kiss his mouth, and when he kisses me in return, I push him onto his back. I straddle him, hiking up my skirts, because in this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to feel him deep inside me. I need him to claim me and remind me why I do this. It’s not just the sex. It’s never been just the sex. It’s everything Aron is, and how much I believe in him.
How we’re good for each other in all the right ways.
Aron tilts me forward, pulling off his leggings, and then I ease down against his cock. I’m not yet wet enough to take him, so he snags a hand behind my neck and pulls me down for a harder kiss, his mouth fiercely claiming mine even as one hand grasps my breast and teases the nipple. He works it to a hard point with his thumb, rubbing back and forth as I rock against his cock. I want to take him deep, need the connection between us, and when he gives a little push, I sit back, letting gravity do what my body won’t.
That’s not enough for Aron, though. He growls my name, a single syllable of need. “Faith.” One hand clamps on my hip and the other goes to my clit, and he rubs his thumb against it as I rock over him. Oh, fuck. That does it. I close my eyes, losing myself to pleasure as he rubs my clit and slowly I sink onto the hard, thick length of him.
I ride him, my hips working as I move over him. I need this. Need him. I’ve missed him, even though it’s only been a few days since he was lost to me. It made me realize just how much I’ve come to crave him. Not just my body, but my heart.
Maybe even my soul.
“I love you,” I tell him as our bodies work together, faster and harder. “Love you, Aron.”
He doesn’t say it back. I didn’t think he would. But when I climax and collapse atop him and he flips me onto my back and uses me for his pleasure, he growls out something that sounds like “mine.”
It’s enough for now.
I’m not sad to leave the Tower of the Spidae.
Well, I am in a sense. I want to stay at Aron’s side and do nothing but simply exist. I want to have those lazy, blissful days forever…but I know that won’t happen. That’s not in the cards for us. Aron has to defeat his other Aspect and I’ll end up…who knows where. I’m not dwelling on semantics yet. But staying at the tower? That’s a no-go. The feel of the place has changed since Aron had his apathy spell. Maybe it’s the memory of the Spidae snapping my string right before my eyes. Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s the Spidae telling us in a subtle way to leave now that they have Yulenna all to themselves. It feels a bit like we’ve fed her to the wolves, but when we pack our final supplies to leave, she’s there to send us off with a smile and a wave.
And she looks…happy. Renewed. Like she has a purpose, even if it’s just to be the servant of a trio of creepy spider gods. So, good for her, I guess. I certainly can’t judge.
Kerren loads our supplies onto the cobweb raft (I recognize the material now after being surrounded by it for weeks) and poles across while the woales wade on through, gliding through the water with light bounces as their feet land and hit the shallow bottom. The lake is wide, but it’s not deep in the slightest, and if I thought it was dead before, it’s a tomb now.
I worry a little, though, thinking of Vitar. “It’s safe,” Markos reassures me from the woale ahead of mine, his grip on the harness as we swim-bounce-plow through the water. “Lord Aron killed everything in a single breath when we arrived and it’s been safe to cross ever since.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” I clutch at my woale’s harness as it dips lower in the water, surging forward after it pushes off the bottom. It even swims like a damn hippo. I’m a little nervous to be riding by myself, but with five woales and five riders, it doesn’t make sense to double up. I