Let's keep the need-of-twenty-six-people from him for now.
"Oli, Mia told me something else," I pressed my lips together.
He caressed my cheeks, "Yeah? What did she say?"
"The aether user is a girl, and it's in here. She also told me it's someone everyone in the academy knows," I clenched my jaw. "Then she added saying some shite about me being blind and not allowing myself to see this girl. As if I hadn't been looking for her!"
"I know we've talked about this, but-"
I frowned, "It is not me!"
Oliver chuckled, "See? What's if she's talking about you being all blind about yourself? What if you need to see it in you to awaken it?"
"Oli, it's not me. I would know, alright?"
He gave me a look, "With all due respect, beautiful, but you don't even know the actual length of your powers, even less all you can do!"
I scoffed, "Very respectful of you, arsehole."
"What I mean is; what if aether is one of the magic that are solely characteristic of your kind? We still haven't gotten to the books that talk about the black winged serpent's powers, what if aether is the thing?" That's absurd.
Denying it with my head, I looked at him, "I don't feel like that's the case. I'm powerful, I know, but I am not that strong, Oli. You shouldn't even underestimate nor overestimate me. Just because we haven't found the girl yet, doesn't mean it's me. That would be too much to handle, and it's definitely not a power someone with volatile emotions should have. I could destroy everything."
"That's precisely the sentence that defines your kin, is it not?"
Not aether, come on. I would know. "But not because of this."
He gave me a naughty look, "We don't know that!"
"I can feel it," I rolled my shoulders.
"You are underestimating yourself, beautiful," he whispered and kissed my lips softly, holding me tighter to his body by my waist. And as the kiss went from soft to hard and needy, his hands went to my hips and he broke it, "Ugh. Stop wanting to make me eat you again, Hel!"
I giggled, "I'm not doing anything."
"Yes," his eyes turned ruby red, "you are. You always are."
"No. You're just turned on for everything I do, even if I'm just still breathing, and looking at you," the same can be said for me, though.
"That's because every-bloody-time you look at me, feels like you are undressing me with your midnight blue eyes. As if you are having the most unholy, dirty, naughty, filthy, hungry sexual thoughts about me, and I know you always are doing exactly that. Why? Because I'm doing the same. I think about you all the bloody time even when we aren't together. I get dirty thoughts about you, and they keep getting worse every time I'm with you. The more that I push these thoughts away, the more you are stuck in my brain, and the more I keep undressing you with my eyes, craving for the second I'll be undressing you with my hands, with my magic…"
Swallowing hard, I licked at my lips, adjusting myself to press my bottom over his covered erection, making him lose his breath and tighten his grip on my body, "Did you just quote Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams to me?"
He flashed his fangs sensually, "It suits perfectly, and I meant every bloody single fucking word, beautiful. If you don't stop provoking me with your deliciously needy arse, I'm going to make you take me in there."
I moved my hips, pressing my soaking wet pussy harder over his hard cock, "Oh, yeah? And is that a promise?"
When his pupils dilated this time, both turquoise and red were all gone, only black remaining, black as his wavy hair that I made sure to make a mess off. "You are playing with fire, beautiful. If you say things like this, I won't contain myself, even less be kind if I take you from behind!"
"I wouldn't play if I didn't want to get burned in your flames, Oli," I licked my fangs. "And who told you to contain yourself? You know I like it when you are a bit aggressive," then I looked at him in the way that I know sends him to his edge.
"The new tattoo," he whispered, his voice raspier and deeper.
"Mia made it for me. To help with my purple flame, like the one you have. That's why I asked to talk to her in private," I chuckled. "I just said otherwise to piss you off. I didn't talk to her about that. She's already told me she wouldn't get between us and our bond. But I knew you be pissed and that's why I said it. I was purposely being a bitch," okay, I'm provoking.
And by how he faded and in the next second I found myself on my knees and elbows, I knew I pushed him enough to his edge successfully and he was ready to give me exactly what I want. Him. In me.
"Bloody insane bitch," Oli cursed. "Don't complain if it hurts like Hell, because there's no stopping now," he growled as he passed his fingers over my soaking wet pussy and spread my fluids to my butthole, in a way that made my legs go weak. "You have no idea how desperate you made me with that little joke of yours, you bloody wicked serpent," he slapped my arse, then grabbed both cheeks and opened them, pressing the shaft of his cock on me.
I lowered my upper body as my arms got weak, hugging the sheets.
"Babe, I'm going to fuck you so bloody hard, that you will see hell and heaven. I won't stop, and you won't ask me to. You will take every single thing, even if it hurts or if I end up breaking you in half, because you are mine. You are mine and your arse is mine to claim," then, with no mercy at all, he penetrated all of his frightening huge cock at once, in a way I was unable to hold the loud scream of pleasure that escaped my lips.
And fuck, it hurts so bloody good.
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"You shouldn't provoke me like that, Hel," he gasped after we left the bath, after again, not being able not to have sex in his enormous bathtub. But again, it's dangerous for both of us to stay naked in the same place. You can't expect us to keep our hands to ourselves, and we wouldn't even if we could.
"Too bad I love doing it," I rolled my shoulders. "It's a gift!"
"I can't control myself when you do and say these things!"
I looked up to him, "You wouldn't even if you could."
He grinned, "No, I wouldn't. It's hard not to stay inside of you."
"It's hard not to have you inside of me," I winked naughtily.
Oliver burst out laughing, "You really are a devilish serpent."
"Maybe I am," I ponded. "Reds are vampire-ish serpents. Maybe the blacks are demon-ish serpents," then I nodded. "Yes, sounds right."
Giggling, he took me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then he slapped my arse over the red-wine towel. "You are a dumbarse, you know that?" Then he walked towards one of his wardrobes full of fancy clothes, and took a Saint Laurent closed package. "You will have to use this one, since I… disintegrated your uniform."
I scoffed, taking advantage of my position to slap his arse, and I gave a slap in each cheeks, "You have a beautiful arse, you know that? I mean, everything in you is beautiful, but what an arse. Your training shows it a lot, huh?"
He gasped, "Hel!" He growled and slapped my arse back.
"What? You are the one who put me up here. And babe, you can slap me as much as you want, because I like it, and you know it. But don't complain if I jump on you the second you put me down and try going for one more round. And bloody hell, it must be awesome to always see everything from this height," I looked around, from a height that is higher than my height. "I never pay attention when you take me in your arms, as I can only look at your bloody handsome annoying face. But, wow!"
Oliver chuckled again, "Do you have a split personality, beautiful?"
"I was thinking the same thing about you. I mean, I don't know," I laughed. "I've never been in a psychologist. And I denied going on the one in here because she's… well, a dragon. It's not like I can let her know all of my traumas and everything that happened to me, plus all I intend to do with grandma dearest, and your dear parents. She'll definitely call me a psychopath, and though I lean more towards sociopathy, as I have feelings and all, I don't think I'm either. Now, anger issues? That shite I have, not a doubt about it. Trust issues? That too. Mommy issues? Thankfully, no. Step-mommy issues? Check on that. Daddy issues? …I mean, you could say so. Grand-mommy issues? Bloody hell, yes, absolutely have that shite."
He sat me over the tall marble island he added a week ago in front of his fancy-luxury-brand-clothes wardrobes and put the package from Yves Saint Laurent in my right side. Opening my legs softly, he fit himself in the middle, and caressed my hair, cooping my cheeks and kissing me briefly. "I don't have grand-mommy or step-mommy issues, but I do have trust, mommy, daddy, and anger issues. Though in different proportions. I'm definitely better at controlling my anger than you are."
"That is for sure," I played with the waves of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. "You are pretty hot when angry, though. I saw it earlier. So devastatingly handsome, it made me even angrier. Pretty awesome that darkness magic you used there, by the way. I'm proud that it was you who jumped on me, though I would probably have done the same if it had taken longer. I think I might have a thing for doing it when angry," I blinked, my cheeks burning. "It was good, Oli. My lady above, you do me really well. Got me kind of addicted, that's why I can't keep my hands to myself."
His eyes were red again, an unholy grin on his lips, "I mean, you could, but why would you want to?"