Fate Decides

Chapter 19

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The honeymoon suite was gigantic, with a large private balcony that overlooked the ocean. There was a bottle of champagne in an ice-bucket, flowers, it was beautiful, but all Levy cared about was Bickslow and what they were doing.

He'd lit candles, turned all of the lights off and only the moonlight came in through the massive windows. He lay partly on top of her, both of them stripped of their clothes and was carefully painting small symbols on her chest with a silky silver substance that sank in and tingled faintly.

When he was done he looked at her, no play, no mischief, just a soft, serious expression.

"Ok Kitten, last chance to say you want to wait. There's no time limit, we can do this now or ten years from now but once it's done, it's forever." He said.

She pulled him to her and kissed him "I want forever with you."

When he pulled back he was smiling, eyes bright with threatening tears "Me too kitten."

He slid over her then, everything was slow, gentle, reverent. It wasn't the first time he'd handled her softly, but this time it meant more.

He was already hers, her husband now, but soon he would be more and she was exhilarated by the anticipation, the unknown. How would this feel? Would it hurt? He said it wouldn't, that it would be all pleasure, but it was unknown, he'd definitely never done it before, and never would again.

He was going to join their souls, unify them, their immortal souls. It was as terrifying as it was deeply moving.

When he entered her it was a slow deep thrust that seated him fully inside her and she pressed up against him, wanting more, wanting the rhythmic sensation, wanting to feel him, drown in him and he moved slightly faster until she was moaning, her breathing quickening.

"Keep your eyes on mine Levy, don't close them, don't look away, and don't be afraid." He soothed and she locked her eyes with his and watched in wonder as the concentric circles lit, light began to move and brighten, building in intensity until she was bathed in the shimmering green.

She had felt this, far far less intensely the night he had shown her her soul. His magic flowed into her and the only thing keeping her aware of her body was him, moving slowly inside of her, he was propped up on his elbows, holding her face in his hands, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as they continued the steady body burning movement between her legs.

His eyes were close to hers, his lips brushing hers, whispering for her not to look away and she felt weightless, like she would lose her body completely if not for the passion flowing through it.

Then it started changing and at first it confused her, his body was joined with hers, moving steadily, and then there was more, deeper, all through her, every part of her felt it and she realized it was him, his presence, he had such a gentle, loving, warm presence. Strong, so very strong and commanding he was guiding her own existence, she felt it, the fabric of her being was in his control and she gave it to him, offered it gladly.

Bickslow was lost in concentration, his body was moving on a sort of auto pilot as he focused on his magic, lacing it through Levy, cradling her soul, bringing his own to it and then weaving them carefully together.

Nothing could be forced, and he was humbled, staggered by how willingly she opened everything she was to his control, she completely trusted him and it amazed him. Nobody, not even his family, held him like she did, valued him, loved him, as much as she did.