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MY WORD IS MY BOND

Chapter 15: Am I your dream girl? You think of me in bed

"Do you have a pool?" I ask as I look out the kitchen window into the dark garden.

"Oh shit, yeah, you're gonna love this." he chuckles to himself, stopping mid-cooking to walk over to me.

He flicks on a switch next to the back door and the garden, and pool, are illuminated.

"You can't be serious." I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head.

There is indeed a pool, and it seems to be lined, not with the usual blue or white tiles, but blood-red ones.

"I had a choice between this and one of Ozzy's old places, but this pipped it for me." as he speaks he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, speaking his words into my hair. "Do you want to go swimming?"

"I don't have anything to wear."

"Oh, my pool has a strictly naked-only policy."

"Oh wow, how long has that been a policy?" I tease back.

"About twelve seconds." I turn to face him and he's grinning like a goofball

"I thought you were feeding me," I remind him, trying to change the subject.

"Oh yes, of course." He slaps his hand to his forehead, flicks the switch off and zooms back to where he was slicing halloumi for me.

I take a seat on one of the stools at the island and watch as he starts breading and cooking the pieces. I enjoy seeing him in this setting: domestic Eddie was hot. I watch the muscles in his arms move as he cooks for me, bulging at the arms of his t-shirt. As he's plating up he catches my eye, grinning at me with a toothy smile, dark eyes glittering under the kitchen lights.

"And voila," he says as he places down my plate.

He has made me breaded halloumi in a tortilla wrap, stuffed with crispy pieces of cheese, salad and a sweet chilli sauce. It looks and smells fantastic, Eddie's face looks smug as I bite into it and groan.

"Oh wow, that's insane." I take another bite and notice he hasn't got one. "Are you not eating?"

"Erm, I... I made sure I was well fed before you came." he says, face and voice suddenly quiet and a little sheepish.

"Ah, that makes sense, good thinking." I nod, continuing to eat my wrap, smiling.

I don't want to make him think that has scared me, because he hasn't. It makes me feel safer. And it does make total sense.

I finish up my food and he takes me back to the living room, and we stick Shaun of the Dead on, with the half intention of staying up and watching the entire cornetto trilogy. But within fifteen minutes I am on Eddie's lap, mouths fused together as his hands are running over my legs, under my dress.

He stops suddenly, pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine as we both try to slow our heavy breathing.

"Do you, uh, want to watch this in my room?" he pants, one of his hands still rubbing circles on my outer thigh.

"Sure," my voice is embarrassingly high.

"Why don't you get your bag and I'll get my box and we'll head up."

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, I don't know why my overnight bag was making me so embarrassed, but it was and I see him grin as he succeeds in making me blush. I slide off his lap and head over to my bag, as I turn with it I see Eddie readjusting his erection in his pants before grabbing his box.

"Come on then," he slides his fingers into mine and leads me out of the living room, down a hall and up some stairs.

We arrive at a large double door, he opens it and pulls me in eagerly. I'm speechless as I take in the room, the modern gothic feel has continued. The room is huge, plush black carpet is underfoot and the walls are decorated with expensive-looking art. There's a circular bar in the corner of the room, of course. The room is dominated by a huge four-poster bed, a thick duvet and the plumpest cushions I'd ever seen.

"Have you got me here under false pretences, I don't see a telly." I cross my arms as I peer around the room.

"I am under no illusion most of the film will be missed by us, but I'd never lie to you," he says this as he takes a remote in his hand, clicking a button two parts of the ceiling open up, one above the bed and one across from it. A projector and a huge screen descend into the room, and once more my jaw falls open.

"Holy fuck, I am never leaving." I dive onto the bed and sink into luxurious bedding.

"That's absolutely fine with me." Eddie grins.

He walks over to the other side of the bed and perches on the end, remote still in hand as he selects Shain of the Dead again, resuming where we were. He doesn't attempt to get closer to me as he pulls his box on his lap and begins to roll.

"Are you going to stay over there, or come here?" I ask him as he finishes, patting next to me on the plush pillows.

"Lilith," he starts and the way he says my name twists my insides, honey and gravel. "I haven't felt nerves in almost forty years, yet here you are making my heart race like a human."

I sit with this information and roll it over in my mind, and the absurdity of the whole thing makes an explosive bubble of laughter start in my stomach and come out of my mouth before I can stop it. I'm almost hysterical as I try to catch my breath, I can see Eddie fighting joining in with me.

When the laughter finally dies down he just smiles at me from the edge of the bed. I pat beside me again and he shifts closer this time, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into him. I hand him a lighter and we spoke as we watch some of the film, his thumb softly stroking the skin of my upper arm. Every part of where our skin touches crackles with magick and I feel like I've had a charger plugged into me.

I wave my fingers lazily and movements begin to happen in the corner of Eddie's room. Glass and ice clink as I wiggle my fingertips a little more. Eddie's dark eyes watch in wonder as I magick us some drinks, I watch him take his one from the air, eyebrows disappearing into his curly brown mop.

"That was amazing." he takes a big sip and his eyes widen even more. "Wow, it tastes so good."

"Did you expect anything less from me?"

"Absolutely not."

"I thought you said you'd spent time with witches before," I find myself leaning into the earlier feeling, despite not wanting to.

"I've had some really great witches in my life, ones I'd call friends, but I don't think they'd call me that. They helped me out, I helped them out but we didn't hang out so I never got to see them do this."

"I try not to do magick so frivolously, especially not the day after coke but I feel like I've spent the day charging."

"Do you think it's because of me?" he asks so meekly it breaks my heart a little.

"Eddie, it's completely because of you." I slide my hand up his arms, feeling the hum of energy between us. "Do you feel it too?"

"The electricity?" he whispers and I nod. "Very much so. Has... does this happen with anyone else?"

I shake my head and I see relief flood his face.

"Just me?" he asks, now smirking.

"Just you."

His hand touches my cheek, cupping the side of my face, pulling me to him. Our mouths meet again and almost instantly his tongue is battling mine. The electricity, as he'd called it, crackles between us as he runs his hand up my legs, under my dress. I find myself leaning back and he moves on top of me. He adjusts so his knee is between my legs, sliding up and adjusting himself so he brushes me again and I shudder. Holy fuck why is a man's knee so good between your thighs?

It takes everything I have not to grind myself against his leg like an animal in heat. Eddie does not seem to like this as he brings his knee up further between my thighs and I gasp. My own hands wander up the back of his shirt and scratch at his back and this causes him to moan into my mouth. The noise makes my toes curl. I find my hands wandering down and grabbing him through his trousers. He seems to falter, completely freezing for a second before resuming kissing me with a fierceness.

"You're holding back, let go," he whispers as his mouth slides to my ear, kissing and nipping at the lobe before he makes his way down to my throat.

And I do let go, I buck my hips to grind against his thigh.

"Good girl," he croons against my throat and I whimper at him calling me this.

My fingers slide beneath his waistband and grasp him in my hand. He inhales sharply and I feel his mouth pause against the pulse on my throat. I can feel his hot breath come out if his parted lips.

"Fuck, literal magick hands," he murmurs softly against my skin before pulling back and rolling away. "I feel like I'm going to cum from just you touching me, that energy is like an actual vibration."

I listen to his panting breath, which picks up as I slide my hand over the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

"There's only one way to get used to that," I whisper, hand sliding up under his shirt and stroking his strong stomach and chest.

I watch as I pull the bottom of his shirt up to reveal his stomach. My eyes roam over the trail of hair leading from his belly button down to the band on his bottoms. They roam back up as I lift the shirt further up his body and he finally helps me pull out over his head. I take in his broad chest and wide shoulders, a strong stomach and thick arms, almost every inch covered in tattoos. I run my fingertips over the intricate artwork, across his chest and gently across his nipple and he inhales sharply.

"Do you want to get back on my thigh?" Eddie asks and his voice is steady and it stirs something deep within me.

I nod, awestruck at how much my body is buzzing.

"No, use your words."

"Yes please, Eddie." I manage to stutter.

"Good girl," he replies "so polite."

He grabs me by the waist and lifts me with ease, moving me so I'm straddling his thigh again. He lifts his leg and keeps hold of my hips, helping me ride his thigh. The friction between me and him was electric, the way he was guiding me, the look he was giving me... it was all too intense and I'm so close to cumming before I even get to truly know what was going on.

"Fuck, Eddie I'm really close." I manage to gasp.

He suddenly lifts his leg even higher, knocking me forward onto him. One of his arms wraps around me, holding me down onto him firmly, the other hand is gripping my waist hard, still guiding me on his thigh as he helps me ride his leg until I'm a quivering mess.

"Cum for me, let go,"

My whole body is rocked with the feeling of, what can only be described as, pure ecstasy. I allow myself to feel it all as I shudder and jerk against Eddie's body. Both his arms are now wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair as he kisses my temple and my forehead softly. My eyes are firmly shut, my ear on Eddie's chest and I can hear his heart fluttering as fast as mine.

"Are things floating?" I whisper, still keeping my eyelids shut

"Mmmhmm," he replies, almost smug sounding.

PART ONE:

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Enchanted, you thought you saw something in my eyes The applause of the crowd dies down as I place my guitar back in the case and take if of