Chapter Seven: Passion Ignites
Well I wasn't expecting that, even though I'd briefly entertained the notion that it was Raistlin when he'd first come in. But deep down I never really believed he would come into my room like this.
And-dear gods-I just told him I loved him! While he was pinning me to the bed, and that kiss...I didn't really respond to it, but now that I knew it had been Raistlin...I never would have thought he could kiss like that. So much passion from one who'd told me a few hours ago that he couldn't be bothered with that. Quite the change of heart...
"You haven't answered me," he said, his voice much too calm for the current situation. I felt his lips at my ear, faint breath on my neck.
"Raistlin..." I said, still shocked.
Apparently that was enough of an answer for him. His mouth returned to mine, and this time I returned the kiss. He released my arms, but only so that he could tear my sleeping gown off me. Velvet robes crushed sensuously against my naked form. He kissed me with such demand that I could barely keep up with him. And his hands-those slender hands certainly knew how to tease and entice. They were at my breasts, squeezing gently, stroking the tips until I felt my back arching and I knew only that I desperately needed him inside me.
Blindly I explored the velvet-clad mage until I found what I I'd been afraid of earlier. This time I refused to be too shy. I stroked him, drawing a moan from him, which only encouraged me further. He was a very thin man, but the evidence of his desire proved to be large and thick in my hand. There was movement and I heard more robes rustling, then I felt flesh in my hand instead of velvet.
It was amazing to feel him grow even larger as I savored the contact of bare skin. There wasn't much time to think about it, though. With a feral growl he parted my thighs and drove himself into me with a savage thrust.
The combined pain and pleasure of his merciless invasion were exactly what I needed. It had been far too long. This wasn't a night for delicate lovemaking. Right now we both needed to give in to something more primal.
I wrapped my legs around him and clung to him, feeling him swell inside me. Then with a ragged cry he came for me. At the same moment of his release, flames leapt to life all around us. Suddenly I could see his face, and the panic that replaced elation. He hurriedly spoke an incantation as the flames grew. A strange indoor rainstorm doused the flames, leaving us drenched and in darkness again.
"Were you burned?" he asked after his breathing calmed down somewhat.
"No. What about you?" I asked. "What was that, anyway? Who attacked us?" Had Dalamar gone mad with jealousy and tried to kill us both?
Raistlin was still draped over me, and he seemed in no hurry to move.
"I...apologize," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I seem to have lost control of my magic at the moment of..." He trailed off, but I understood what he was trying to say.
As the shock of everything that had just happened began to wear off, I found this to be unbelievably hilarious. I started laughing and couldn't stop, even though I was a little worried he'd get mad at me and blast me with fire, this time intentionally. But much to my surprise, I heard his own strange laughter join with mine.
