The Spell Realm (The Sorcery Code #2)(54)

They entered the house, and Blaise went to the archive room to gather his cards and take them to his study in preparation for their trip. In the meantime, Gala wandered from room to room, remembering her first days in this world. Now looking back, she could see how much she had changed. Although not a lot of time had passed, she felt like she was a different person from the girl who’d left this very house, stubbornly determined to see the world. She was still hungry for knowledge, but she would not let that hunger separate her from Blaise again. He meant too much to her now.

Walking into one of the bedrooms, she went to stand by the tinted window, gazing out at the night sky. It was almost a full moon, and everything appeared slightly surreal, with the light and shadows intermingling in strange and beautiful ways.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned and saw Blaise standing in the doorway, watching her. The moonlight reflected off the masculine features of his face, and there was an unreadable look in his eyes.

Slowly he walked over to her, and she could feel it—the magnetic pull of their connection, the way her skin warmed at his proximity. He looked at her, his eyes dark in the shadows, and then he leaned down to kiss her, his hands gently holding her shoulders.

It was both familiar and different, the feel of his lips on her own. She could feel her heartbeat accelerating, her breathing coming faster as heat surged through her. It was overwhelming, and she tried to calm her volatile emotions, fearing what might happen if she lost control.

Blaise raised his head, still holding her. “I love you, Gala,” he said softly, and she felt like she would burst from the overabundance of emotion. She wanted to tell him how she felt, and suddenly she knew of a way—a way that resembled how Life Capture droplets worked. Her mind must’ve been dwelling on this process, and now in a flash, she had it. No physical droplets would be required. Reaching out, she touched Blaise’s mind with her own, letting him feel her thoughts, her emotions.

Blaise’s eyes went wide and unseeing for a moment, but then he appeared to come back to himself. He didn’t say anything, but when he reached for her again, she felt his need, his desperation to be closer.

Without further words, Blaise picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her heart started pounding like mad. She’d read about what was going to happen, but she had no idea what it would actually be like.

Placing her on her feet, Blaise took off her clothes, his hands tender, yet impatient. She was reminded of that day when she first met him, and how the sight of her body flustered him. There was none of that now. His touch was sure and knowing, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Gala wanted him naked too, but she didn’t bother using her hands to undress him; a wish and a moment of focus caused all his clothes to teleport onto the floor.

They kissed and caressed each other’s bodies for what seemed like a long time, causing her desire to intensify further. By the time they joined as one, she couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. It was so beautiful that she was sure some sorcery was at play. During the most intense moments, she could also feel what he felt—and she could sense that he felt her emotions. She was not in control of this magic, but she knew she was somehow responsible for it.

Suddenly, she had a flashback to before she first appeared in his lab. She was floating effortlessly, a pure mind in the Spell Realm. She remembered it clearly, and she knew that somehow, something about what was currently happening helped increase the span of her consciousness. It was as though hidden parts of her mind wanted to fully immerse themselves in this blissful experience, and as a penance, they gave up control.

As her mind expanded, with each increment, she felt her focus on the pleasure intensifying. With each increment, she thought she’d reached the limit and would not be able to feel greater ecstasy—yet each time she was proven wrong. Another part of her subconscious mind would yield, and the feeling would, unbelievably, grow stronger.

When the intensity reached an unbearable peak, she saw a vision. She saw herself and Blaise from a distance, as though she was observing them from afar. She saw the things he was doing to her, and she to him. She saw the bed floating above ground. She saw random objects take flight all around them. And then she could see a bright, blinding light form around the embracing figures. The light got brighter and brighter, but rather than being blinding, it was filling her with a sense of beauty and awe. It radiated calm, peace, and unbelievable pleasure. The brightness of the light grew and grew, until she felt like she was staring at the blinding beauty of the sun.

Then, suddenly, the light exploded as the pleasure rose to unbearable heights—and she felt her consciousness ebb, her senses overwhelmed by the experience.





Chapter 37: Barson





Barson looked over the map of the Tower and the list of names Dara had put together. These people had been deemed useless—too stubborn or too volatile to be trusted to support Barson’s cause. They would be eliminated right away, while other sorcerers would be given a chance to surrender and align themselves with Barson and his new allies.

To double-check all the logistics, he went through the plan again with Dara and Larn. “Any questions?” Barson asked when he finished.

Dara shook her head. “No. But there is something you should know—a strange thing that I heard from one of the apprentices in the Tower.”

“What’s that?”