Hidden Magic: An Ancient Magic Novel

by Stephany Wallace

  Cyn put me down and I rushed to the water. The majestic glowing waves disintegrated at my feet leaving their blue shimmering beads on my skin. I kneeled, not caring about getting my pants wet or dirty. My hand swept over the sand and water, making the bioluminescent microorganisms come alive and create a trail behind it. It disappeared after a few seconds and reappeared with each stroke. They looked like tiny glow in the dark pearls, floating in the water and rolling on the sand. I giggled and did it over and over again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They followed my every moment as if attracted to my skin, successfully making the area around my hand glow blue. The pictures and videos I had seen of this place did not do it justice. There was no limit to how remarkable it truly was. Everything sparkled in the dark with a stunning bright light.

  Cyn sat beside me and I turned to hug him.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  I was overwhelmed with emotions. Nature was my life. I lived it. I breathed it. I was in love with it and needed it to survive. He didn’t know it but bringing me here, taking me to all these spectacular places had meant more to me than anything ever could. I would never forget this night. It had been a surreal experience. One I never dreamed I could have, and so was he. I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His thumb brushed my cheek and I felt the wetness under his touch. My emotion was flowing from my eyes.

  “Never allow me to be the cause of your tears. I swear to you in front of my Earth Mother I shall never hurt you. I shall never do wrong in your eyes. I give you my word and I will do everything in my power to keep it.”

  He leaned in and kissed my cheek softly. His lips followed the trail my tear had created and he placed a gentle kiss on my eyelids. My eyes remained closed while his lips continued to travel over my face. He kissed my forehead, my temple and the tip of my nose. His warm breath tickled my jaw while he kissed his way down to my neck. I opened my eyes and realized, that we were lying down on the sand. The stars shone beautifully in the sky but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The energy inside me stirred begging me to give into him. The butterflies took flight in my stomach and I watched him lift his head and stare right into my soul. His fingers began to trace the planes of my face slowly, making my heart flip in my chest. His fingertips continued down my neck, then my arms until both his hands reached mine. He lifted them and placed them above my head. The back of his fingers caressed the sensitive skin under my arms and sides on their way back down. My chest rose and fell fast with my labored breathing, yet I was not nervous. It was exhilarating being touched by him this way. His hand continued down to my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I could feel my body flushed with his while he moved, laying half on top of me. He rested his forearm next to my head and cupped my cheek. His dazzling eyes were on mine and I couldn’t look away.

  “Are you thirsty, my Goddess? Hungry? Would you like to go someplace else?”

  What an odd thing to ask in this moment.

  “No,” I whispered breathless. Not sure why he would ask that in the middle of this spell he had me under. There was nothing on this beach but us.

  “Very well…” He said looking at my lips while his thumb caressed them. “If you cannot think of anything you might require that can stop me from my endeavor, I shall kiss you now.”

  A mesmerizing smile curved his lips, his dimples flashing. I realized to my delight that my mind was surprisingly quiet after his announcement. I returned his smile and lowered my arms, wrapping them around his neck tightly. With just a second to spare before his lips touched mine.

  The electricity ran down our bodies like it did the first time we touched. Yet this time it was soothing, warm and inviting. His lips closed over my bottom lip and he gently sucked. Then my top lip, his tongue caressed its curve. Our lips gently danced together, tasting each other. The nerve endings in my whole body became alive under him and I felt like I could easily disintegrate into the sea. His teeth bit my lip and he pulled it gently. He licked it then kissed it. A soft sigh left me while he caressed my lips with his. The kiss was merely a whisper and totally perfect. Another sigh escaped me and he lifted his head, looking at me for a split second. The energy transferred from me to him in a never-ending flow that left me dizzy. My heart fluttered inside my chest, the butterflies making havoc in me. I sighed again. That had been the perfect first kiss. His lips returned to mine but something had changed. The kiss was no longer soft. It was hungry and sensual. His arm tightened around my waist and I allowed my fingers to venture into his hair and close around the soft wavy strands. It was silk under my touch. I held them tightly, pulling a bit. A grunt so low I wasn’t really sure I had heard it came from his lips and he tilted his head deepening the kiss. I felt the tip of his tongue caress my lips. They instinctively parted, giving access. My whole body hummed, while his tongue moved in perfect rhythm with mine, in a sensual and forbidden dance. His hand traveled down from my waist, over my hip and thigh. The warmth of his touch created a trail on my skin. I felt it settle under my knee and bring my leg around his hip, securing me in place in an intimate way. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t really necessary. Nothing could tear me away from him in this moment. The kiss ended leaving me gasping for air. His lips continued down my jaw. I felt them on my neck and I titled my head giving him access. The tip of his tongue seemed to draw lines over my skin. Deliciously maddening lines that made my pulse race and my brain stop working. I wanted more. As if reading my thoughts his lips nibbled at my neck and I sighed then took in a sharp breath when he sucked it.

  Sweet mother of all things sensual! He was intoxicating.

  “Yes,” I gasped. I never wanted him to stop. His teeth grazed my shoulder and a shudder traveled through my body. His lips stretched in a smile over my skin while continuing their way down. His hot breath bathed my skin and his tongue left a cool wet trail over my clavicle. The combination made me whimper. His touch was shattering me into a million pieces and I wanted more. His lips placed a soft wet kiss on my breast, right over the edge of my tank top and then returned to mine. I wanted to cry. I needed his lips on me. He kissed me gently once again just like when he began. I forced my eyes open and held his gaze.

  “Don’t stop.”

  The look in his eyes was hungry. There was so much passion and need in them. It matched how I felt inside. He shook his head and open his mouth to speak but I silenced him with a kiss. I needed him. Following his example I bit his lower lip gently and pulled. He grunted louder this time and I smiled. Looking into his eyes I removed my hands from his hair and reached for the straps of my tank. His eyes left mine and followed every movement. I pulled at the straps bringing them over my shoulders and down my arms. The soft cotton began to fold downward, the material uncovering my skin inch by inch. His breathing became labored while he watched me and all I wanted was to show myself to him. I wasn’t sure what had come over me but I felt empowered. I felt sexy and desired. I wanted him to desire me. It felt good to be admired this way. In one final pull the cotton dropped from my breasts leaving them open to his heated gaze. My chest rose and fell sharply from the excitement, while he looked at every inch of my skin. It responded tightening and hardening for him. It itched for his touch. He looked at me with hooded eyes. His emotions were raw and open for me to see.

  “You are a true Goddess in full splendor.”

  His kiss was soft yet demanding. It claimed me as his and I unquestionably agreed. I was his. His tongue grazed mine one last time and began to travel down my chest. My pulse raced in anticipation. He arched his back allowing his lips to move downwards while keeping me in his hold. I gasped when his body shifted slightly against mine. I could feel the hardness of him against the softness of my body. A whole new set of sensations ran through me. He stopped and rested his forehead on my breasts. His eyes were closed and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want him to feel bad for the responses his body had to me.

  “I apologize,” he said lifting his head and attempting to l
ift his body from mine.

  “No, don’t… Don’t leave me,” I whispered wrapping my other leg around his waist and holding him in place. The position made me feel the full length of him against me. My stomach dipped in response. “Please…”

  He lowered his head to my breast again and rested his forehead on it taking a deep breath. This time he was enjoying the feeling of his full body against mine. So was I. I curled my fingers around his strands and held him close. He nuzzled the valley of my breasts and a soft sigh left my lips. It seemed to urge him forward. His lips kissed the side of my breast. His cheeks grazed my skin, the stubble of his five o’clock shadow enhancing the experience. He moved down and nibbled the underside of my left breast. The tip of his tongue caressed the curve and I moaned. A rush of sensations traveled down my body and settled on my belly. He continued licking me while he made his way back around and kissed the valley between my breasts again. The tingling began on the most sensitive part of me, begging to be touched. He hadn’t even tasted the most delicate part of my breast yet. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might go right through my chest. I pressed my eyes close and tried to breathe while his teasing continued on my other breast. He showered it with the same attention, kissing every inch, nibbling and lightly sucking my skin. I was going crazy with the need. I wanted to feel his lips on my nipple. In that instant the tip of his tongue briefly licked the tip. It was almost like he could feel my need.

  A wave of pleasure hit me from the small touch.

  “Cyn…” I moaned and my back arched in response.

  I pulled his hair lightly, held his head in place, and offered my breast to him. I needed to feel him again. He smiled and licked my other tip. I moaned again. Louder this time, feeling the rush of need inundate my body. The pulsing began and I wanted to reach down and caress it. No. I wanted Cyn’s fingers to do it. His lips finally closed over the hardened tip, and his tongue began to swirl around it, stealing my sanity.

  “Yes!” I moaned and the pleasure rippled through me. My breath became ragged pants.

  He began sucking and nibbling on my nipple and my head started spinning. I felt light as air, and I didn’t know where the earth ended and the sky began. The way his lips moved on it. His tongue. I could feel all of the tiny nerves in my nipple exploding with sensations. He sucked it like it was the most decadent meal he’d ever had, and he had starved for days. I moaned again when Cyn’s hands slid down my back, and pressed me closer to him. The feel of his hard body against my pulsing skin was more than I could handle. Instinctively, my hips began to move against him, stroking him, seeking his touch. The thin cotton of my pj’s let me feel him a million times more. I shuddered from the need it elicited and he inhaled sharply. For a split second he stopped.

  No! I wanted to cry out. He couldn’t stop. Not now.

  He took as if to regain control and sucked my nipple again. Harder this time and began rocking his hips against mine, increasing the friction our bodies created. I moaned. The energy flowing between us became fierce, making my stomach dip with desire for him. I had never felt this way. Even my own touch had never felt this satisfying. His teeth gently bit my sensitive tip and a mix between a gasp and a whimper escaped me. My nipple had become so sensitive from all his attention. He moved to my other breast. His lips sucked, his tongue licked me and his hips rocked against mine building a delicious tension. My body began tightening and tensing. I pulsated violently. The pleasure increased with each one of his movements. My moans became louder, and my sharp breaths seemed to fuel the fire between us. My legs tightened around him and I cried out as the tension exploded inside me. A million bright stars appeared behind my closed lids and my body began to shake in his arms. Long, inhibited moans left my lips while I fell over the edge.

  “Cyn!” I called his name. It felt like I was floating in pure ecstasy. His arms tightened around me in response. His hips moved faster against me, prolonging my moans and the feelings bursting inside me. Then his strangled moans filled the air around us. He pressed his face to my neck and his body jerked against mine.

  “Oh Bri,” he moaned on my skin, kissing it. Our bodies shuddered with the intensity of the experience. We had become undone in each other arms.

  “Well that got out of control fast.” I said trying to bring myself down to reality. The exchange had left me weak. I was grateful we were lying on the sand or my knees would have given out. I had never felt this way in my attempts at pleasure. Cyn lifted his head from my neck and looked into my eyes. His look became troubled and I immediately felt bad. He had obviously misunderstood my meaning.

  “Do you regret being with me in this way?” He asked. His look begged me to say no.

  Immediately I shook my head. “No Cyn, I loved it. I could never regret it. It was amazing, mind blowing to feel you this way. I have never…” I trailed off embarrassed. Not truly knowing how to tell him I had never been with a man before or even done what we had just done.

  “You need not say it, my Goddess. I know,” he answered and relief filled his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed my lips softly.

  It was a beautiful and decadent kiss that engulfed me in that wonderful haze only he could create. I felt the cool breeze of the night on my back and frowned. He looked at me with a strange expression for a moment, like he was trying to decipher something. Finally, he chuckled and brought his lips to my ear.

  “You need not be afraid my Goddess. You are secure in my arms. I will never allow you to fall.”

  My frowned deepened. What on earth did he mean by that. The breeze came again and I turned my head to find the top of the palm tree next to us. My eyes widened and I looked down realizing we were floating well above the ground. My arms and legs tightened around him and he groaned. I blushed.

  “Sorry.”

  His dimple winked at me right before he kissed me and we began our descent to the beach beneath us.

  CHAPTER 11. UNGUARDED

  CYNWRIG

  This woman was meant for me.

  I harbored no doubts about it. Perhaps destiny had some hand in this. I was here, on this earth, for a reason. And it was her.

  We sat on the sand under the palm trees resting next to each other. Her hand was in mine. My fingers caressed her soft skin. Our backs leaned against the palm tree while she admired the magnificent view of the ocean before us. I admired her. We had talked while the glowing waves illuminated everything in their path. The blue hue was breathtaking.

  “Tell me more about your people.” She asked taking her eyes from the view. They settled on mine, and she regarded me with something I never felt I deserved. Admiration.

  My heart responded to her gaze and my eyes went to her lips. My thumb caressed her lower lip gently. I loved the feeling of it under my skin. I smiled when she blushed. I was grateful that I could finally touch her.

  “What do you wish to know, My Goddess?”

  She laughed. “I was kidding you know. You don’t have to call me that.”

  I chuckled. “I am aware. I will do so nonetheless. I may however not curtsy as much as you requested,” I paused, trying to remember her earlier words. “I think I am too old for that crap.”

  She laughed and swatted at my arm.

  “Look at you making fun of me. That’s not very nice Mister.”

  I winked at her, and saw her eyes fall on my dimple. I chuckled.

  “You really are immortal.”

  I nodded looking at the stars above us. Their sight was equally spectacular.

  “How old are you?”

  I smirked looking into her eyes “Are you absolutely certain you wish to know?”

  She smiled wide and nodded. I took a deep breath and looked upon our joined hands, suddenly afraid of what her reaction might be. Would she accept me knowing the truth? Would she want to be with me? I would not be able to withstand losing her, not now.

  “I was twenty-six years old the night I became an immortal. It has been two millennia since then.” Reluctantly, my gaz
e sought hers. I held my breath waiting for her answer to my truth. She looked into my eyes. Hers were filled with dual emotions. Wonder and assessment clear in their depths. Finally, she smiled brilliantly and I allowed myself to breathe again.

  “I have a two thousand and twenty six year-old Druid Warrior as a boyfriend, that can do magic, connect and harness the elements around us and travel through portals that activate with a spell and a map that draws it self on his skin. I can totally sell this story,” she chuckled at her statement. I had no idea what she had meant yet she was truly endearing. Her eyes suddenly widened. “I mean not a boyfriend, boyfriend. Like a friend, but not really a friend. A sexy friend, I mean…” She attempted to correct herself, then sighed. “I’m spending too much time with Lia.” She mumbled.

  I laughed, and held her face in my hands bringing it closer. I claimed her lips. The kiss was soft and brief yet it managed to leave me breathless. She took a deep breath as though she needed the oxygen and I smiled, relieved I was not the only one.

  “I am yours my Goddess. No exceptions. And you are mine,” I watched her blink a few times. Her cheeks turned that enticing deep rose hue and I kissed them, reveling in the warmth of her skin under my lips. She was mine.

  “How did you become an immortal?”

  Her voice was soft and I knew she realized the weight her question carried. Once more I sought strength in our joined hands. Our fingers intertwined and I held her tight.

  “I awoke one night to the Romans attacking my village. They had begun searching for Druids and killing them. They hated us for having influence over society. We helped people that needed it. Provided counsel to kings and kept the peace between many kingdoms. They feared us for what our magic could do. Instead of attempting to understand they sought to destroy us. And they succeeded, for the most part. My warriors and I fought to protect our people from the fire and their swords. We managed to save a little under half the village. But countless people died that night. We knew a great sacrifice needed to take place in order for our race, our teachings to survive. The Àrd-shagart, our High Priest and leader, asked me to perform what we call Banna síoraí, the eternal bond rite.” I stopped when the images from that night overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes and her hand tightened around mine. She moved closer.