Deadly Magic

The First Mention of Magic

"Oh. I'm sorry. You can take me back, if you want." I look down.

"No. That's not what I meant." He lifts my chin. "I love you."

I suck in my breath. I stare into his eyes to see if he's lying. He's not but why would he risk it? Why would he risk rejection? There must be some other motive, must be something else.

He leans down to kiss me but I stop him. "Wait." He looks surprised, hurt. "What else is there? There must be something else because I know you and you would never risk rejection."

Understanding passes over his face. "Oh. I see." I lift my eyebrows waiting for something other than 'Oh. I see.'

He sighs. "You have to promise to just sit here and hear me out because what I'm about to say is crazy."

"Okay. I promise."

Daemon takes a deep breath. Thinks a little. "Magic is real. And you're magic. My name is Daemon Princeps, right?" I nod my head and he continues. "If you translate that to Latin it means Demon Prince and that is exactly what I am."

He pauses. "A or B?"

"B."

"Alright. Now, I, being a prince, have to have a princess." My heart races at the idea of me being with him for eternity. Our future flashes before my eyes.

He goes on to say, "But it can't be just anyone. The woman who is to be my princess has to be a Faerie." My heart falls from a cliff I'm not a Faerie.

"And you are a Faerie. I want you to be my princess. I can't think of anyone better. Or anyone I love more." He looks down.

I hold his face in my hands. I lift his face up and kiss him gently, on the lips. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. He cups my cheek.

My hands slide down to his chest as the kiss deepens. I lean back and he follows me until he's on top of me. His hand slips under my shirt and up my back.

I have so many questions, about the new us, magic, and me being magic, but I can't bring myself to. Stop. Kissing. Him.

His lips move down my neck and a moan slips from my lips. I know he won't go farther so I'm not worried but he teases me.

He lifts my shirt over my head and pulls the waist of my jeans down an inch. He starts at my collar bone and kisses rows down my torso all the way to my jeans.

I gasp when his hands move up my torso. A moan escapes his lips. Our breathing quickens and his lips are on mine again.

I get caught up in his taste. So unable to describe or maybe it has too many descriptions. Either way I love it, I love him.

"I love you," I say, against his lips, and he stops.

"What did you say?"

"I love you!" He smiles. He laughs and in that moment he is so beautiful that I think I died. I think my heart skipped 5 million beats plus 5 trillion of his.

All I can think is that I died and went to heaven. I think I'm seeing an angel who loves me more than anything.

He presses his lips to mine one more time and then pulls me up. I grab my shirt and pull it on. I look at him and say, "So, what's this about me being magic?" I turn around so that I'm not facing him and I scoot back into his arms. He wraps them around me and begins to explain.