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~Luella

I barely have time to register his steps, as he carries me upstairs.

Before I know it, we are in his bedroom, the kiss never ceasing. His grip on my thighs are almost painful, but in a pleasant, addicting way. Just having my mate touch me, kiss me in this way is driving me crazy, all reasonable thoughts having vanished from my mind. After everything I have been through, I want anything to take my mind away from it.

Thought opts for the wall right by the entrance to his bedroom, pressing my back firmly against it. His body emanates heat as I touch the hardened muscle I hardly expected from an Immortal like him under his shirt.

Everything about him is addicting. His touch, his taste, the way everything clicks into place the moment his lips are on mine.

If it wasn't clear we were mates before, it is now.

"What did you do to deserve this?" Thought breathes, pulling away from my lips, instead focusing on kissing down to my jawline, along it, and then down to my neck. He bites and nips at my skin, sending shivers of pleasure throughout me.

Will it always feel this good? The thought spills across my mind as easily as his soft tresses do through my fingers. The pleasure from his hand, which still grip my thighs, and the way his hips push insistently against my own, is enough to have me utterly breathless. I never had the chance to do anything like this with anyone before, so it's overwhelming.

"We may have a lot to sort out, but right now I need this," I murmur in his ear.

It's enough for him to release the softest growl. Pulling me away from the wall, he walks me back into his room, never releasing me from his silvery gaze. And then I'm on his bed, back landing upon the feather down duvet. Thought looks down at me, eyes moving up and down my body, having my cheeks flushing with anticipation.

"What do you want?" He breathes, fingers touching my bare legs, drawing up slowly toward the hem of my shorts. He doesn't go further than that, watching for my reaction patiently. Little does he know, his touch is enough to have my body shaking, responding to the feeling of the sparks his fingertips elicit.

"All of you."

My voice hardly belongs to me, but a more confident, unworried version of myself. Gazing up beneath my eyelashes, I hope my look is enough to guide him back toward me and my awaiting body. From here, the way he stands over me, he looks delicious. His hair is mussed from my fingertips, swollen lips parted slightly as he breathes in rapidly, still recovering from our kiss.

"As much as I want you too, I think we should talk first," Thought says calmly. I can tell it takes all his self-control to tell me these words. He still gazed at me through low lidded eyes, ready to devour me the moment I encourage him.

Hooking my fingertips into the waist of my shorts, I slide them down my legs, revealing my panties belief. As much as Thought stares, his breathing hitching, he doesn't make a move.

Reaching up, I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back on top of me. "Let's just forget about everything."

Whatever leash was on him, he is released from it.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he bows his head to kiss me again. It's so much more than before. It's primal, animalistic. It's translates to the rest of his movements, as he pulls my hair back, pressing me against him tightly. I can feel his every movement, including the tightness in his pants which presses relentlessly against me. All the tension between us, all the waiting is suddenly released in a mess of passionate movements.

I tug at the fabric on his back, wishing it would just fall apart in my fingers. Sensing my want, thought leans backward, reaching up to tug the shirt over his head, revealing that perfectly sculpted body. My fingers immediately go to explore, feeling each bump of hardened muscle beneath my skin.

His free hand moves under my shirt, the warmth of him on my bare skin makes me shiver, my body rearing up toward his touch. He bows his head into my neck, his hand trailing down to the line of my panties. His fingers reach underneath the fabric, but right before he touches me, he pulls away.

In less than a second he's completely removed himself from my body, standing a few feet from the bed.

"It's very hard to stop right now...but you will regret this later," he says breathlessly. Bracing myself on my elbows, I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Don't stop, then."

"Luella...You're my mate, and I care about you more than just sex, as much as I desperately want you," he draws off for a moment, eyes wandering done to what he exposed of me. "What we need right now, is to talk about the future."

Sighing deeply, I sit up properly, patting the bed beside me. He sits warily, keeping a fair distance between us. In reality, he's right. We have barely touched upon our mate bond, and here I am, barely able to keep myself off him. After that dream of him, and with everything going on, I couldn't help myself. But I can't let those emotions get ahold of me...not after I promised myself I would keep away from him.

"I think I needed a distraction, or at least thought I did. I wanted to come back and pretend like the curse wouldn't affect me," I admit, running a hand anxiously back through my hair. I haven't felt any suggestion that the curse has me in its clutches just yet, but I don't doubt it's coming.

Thought chews on the edge of his lip. "I know you wanted to keep away from me. To stop yourself from getting close."

I freeze. "Did you read my mind?"

"No, but when you were sleeping I got hints of it. I didn't want to violate your memories and thoughts like that, but I couldn't help but dwell on it. You're scared of me," he breathes, looking down at the fingers knotted in front of him.

My heart sinks to the bottom of my chest, aching painfully. "It wasn't fear...I just didn't want to be vulnerable. But I guess that's all for nothing since I've never been so reliant on someone."

It's bothers me, honestly. Through my mortal life; I relied a lot on my sister, Della, to get through social situations. She even followed me into my young adult life. I didn't get very far as a mortal, dying early, getting through my trial in Death's realm, before coming to Fate's territory. Finally, I separated myself from Della, and managed to make a job for myself and a reasonable life.

Until Thought appeared. And flipped everything on its head.

"You don't have to be. You're already so strong, these powers aren't going to change you. We will find away to stop it...if we can. And if we can't, then I have no doubt you'll be able to hold your own against these immortals," Thought assures me. As much as I would like to believe him, I can't help but think of Fate. At least he's given up, but what about all the other immortals hungry for power?

I flop backward onto the bed, wishing these comforting sheets would drag me into their clutches and never let me out. I don't want to have Thought's powers. I don't want to see into anyone's mind, or destroy it, for that matter. I want to go back to writing...writing.

I sit up. "I think I may have already experienced part of the curse."

"How so?" Thought asks warily.

"I went through a faze where all I wanted to do was write. It was when no one believed me that you existed, and my sister saw me as mentally ill. I wrote so much I somehow forgot almost everything I put down on the page, which has never happened to me before," I tell him, my voice raising with every word out of my mouth.

He tilts his head, visibly confused.

"When I went back to reread what I had wrote, I realised I had written the two main characters as mates. And they were us. That's how I found out we were mates for sure," I tell him. He narrows his eyes, finally seeing sense in what I'm saying. "Why would I have forgotten about something so important, had I not...had my mind not been going through something."

"Maybe," Thought murmurs, although he doesn't look convinced. I lay my hand over my eyes, wishing I could shake him or something. Anything to get him to see that maybe the curse is already affecting me.

"I don't want this," I breathe. "I just want to be normal."

Thought looks at me, lips fallen into a grim line. I can't imagine being like him, living his life like this. I want to do everything to stop this, yet at the same time, I want to run, and hide, and be frightened of such power. But I can't be...

"Why don't we have a day to be normal. Will you let me take you on a date to win your affections like a normal guy would?" Thoughts asks.

And despite everything going on in my head, I agree.

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