He blushes and freezes.

“I’m your husband. I thought my wish was your command?”

He nods, wide eyed.

“Well, my wish is to suck your cock.”

His shocked little gasp is adorable. His hand flies up to cover his mouth. I watch him intently. I need to read it all. The rhythm of his breaths, the trembling in his legs. The look in his eyes.

He can’t safeword. He doesn’t know how to say no. He needs me to lead and to take charge, but I need to make sure I’m not forcing him to do something he truly doesn’t want to do.

His hand slowly drops down from his mouth. His breathing steadies. Surely there isn’t a man in the world who doesn’t want their cock sucked? He is going to be okay with this, isn’t he?

His hands move, and suddenly his gown is being pulled all the way up to his hips. Baring his beautiful looking, very hard cock to me.

A grin of absolute delight spreads across my lips. And I dive down and take all of him into my mouth. Luci squeals and bucks and my hands go to his hips to hold him still. I don’t have his skill or his patience, but I sure as hell can make up for it with enthusiasm.

I suck and lick and devour. My wet tongue laps and swirls over him. I hollow out my cheeks and suck on him like he is a popsicle. His cock grows harder and harder. The noises Luci makes are divine. High pitched little stuccos of sound interspersed with dramatic gasps. He wriggles most delightfully, but it is easy enough to hold him down.

Suddenly, hot, wet, salty goodness floods my mouth. Quickly followed by a wave of magic flowing into me.

I pull off of him with a wet plop. He stares down at me with an aghast look.

“I’m so sorry!” he pants.

Then he collapses back on the bed. I grin. Surely he understands that coming quickly is the best form of flattery there is? I crawl up after him, pulling him all the way onto the bed.

He spreads his legs for me, and I settle between them. He sees my grin and he visibly relaxes. I give him a soft kiss on the forehead. Then my hand dips down and frees my aching cock, before drifting down to his butt plug. I give it a teasing tug and watch as his eyes widen and he gives a little gasp.

“Let’s see how quickly I can make you cum for me again,” I say as I ease the plug out.

His eyes stay fixed on me. I like this. I like looking at him. It reassures me that he is enjoying himself. And it is incredibly intimate.

Our gazes stay entwined as I slide into him. I watch as wonder and bliss bring out all of his shining beauty.

Slowly, very slowly, I move my hips. Rocking into him in a tender, careful dance. His hands rise up and cling onto my shoulders. His hips lift up to meet me. Pleasure and ecstasy fill his eyes but still he holds my gaze. He is tight and hot and wonderful around me. His legs wrap around my hips.

We dance together. Sharing joy and pleasure and bliss. It builds and builds. I watch, utterly mesmerized, as his impending peak gathers force. I can see it in his eyes, like storm clouds gathering.

I rock and rock. He sighs and moans. He feels so damn good. I’ll never be able to get enough of him. Of this.

The boy who would never look at me, is now staring into my eyes while we make love.

He tightens around me, and I groan from the euphoria. I can’t tear my eyes from him as he finds his release. His back arches. He cries out. But his eyes stay on me. I see him drift amongst the stars and it releases my own orgasm. We cry out and shudder together. We whirl amongst galaxies, two souls entwined as one.

His magic pours into me. Molten and iridescent. The very essence of his being, and it is so very beautiful and pure. Just like him.

I collapse boneless on the bed, with just enough strength to fall beside him and not squish him. He wriggles around and soon I’m the big spoon and he is the little spoon. His soft hair tickles my nose and I hold him tight.

My Luci. My Love. My soul mate.

Chapter twenty-seven

Drew

I’m glaring at this chandelier as if I can intimidate it into repairing itself. If only that would work. It would certainly make life a lot easier. But things are never that simple.

The tradesman left ages ago, seen out by George, yet here I am still standing here, glowering at the ceiling.

Soft footsteps have me turning around. Luci is gliding across the empty ballroom towards me. He looks incredible. His red dress is clinging to all the right places. I wish his legs were bare, but I understand the need for shimmery tights in an old house in winter. The ankle boots are fabulous. His white cardigan has sparkles in it and his hair is up in bunches that remind me of cat ears.

He is the most beautiful person in the world. And I’m married to him. How on earth did I get so very lucky?

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

And it takes me a moment to realize that he is asking about the chandelier expert’s opinion.

“Expensive,” I say with a wry smile. “But never mind that. You look ravishing, my dear.”

I watch as Luci beams at my compliment. Praising him is nothing like praising other people. Luci takes each and every kind word, wraps it up carefully and tucks it in his heart to keep forever.

Compliments are his sunlight, and he is a flower that has been kept too long in the dark.

“Shall we dance?” I say suddenly as inspiration strikes. We are in a ballroom, after all.

Luci laughs, but as I hold out my hands, he steps forward and takes his place. I whirl him into a slow waltz. He follows my lead effortlessly. His dancing is flawless. Precise. Just like all the things he was trained to be.

I swallow down the bitter taste that thought leaves in my mouth, and concentrate on whirling Luci around the empty ballroom, to music only we can hear.

I have him now. He is mine. I get to help him heal and discover himself. The past is firmly in the past.

Luci smiles up at me as we glide across the floor. It’s a very different look to the one he gave me last night when I climbed into his bed and said I only wanted to snuggle and sleep. That had been a very bewildered look that had nearly broken my heart.

But judging by the way he ended up tangled around me, he loved it in the end. Which is perfect because there is no way we are going back to separate beds. Fuck that.

Suddenly, an itch at the back of my mind makes my blood run cold. Someone is at the front gate, trying to get in. A heartbeat later and I recognize the flavor of the mage’s magic. It’s Gregory. That’s better news than a Revivalist, I suppose.

Reluctantly, I end the dance.

“I need to see if I can find the funds to book the chandelier repair,” I say.

I hate how easily the lie comes to my lips, but I will not worry Luci for no reason. He doesn’t need to know. I can deal with Gregory.

Luci nods. There is color in his cheeks from our dancing.

“I need to go help the cook with a problem with a supplier,” he says.

I dip him down with a dramatic flourish. He lets out a tiny yelp, but bends gracefully. I claim his lips and kiss him. Nowhere deep or as long as I would like.