Page 147 of The Curse of the Goddess

“Yes, I love you. And I know it is not my place and I didn’t want a mate but, Gods, Valda.” Her hands squeezed Valda’s hand tighter as if she was grounding herself.

“You love me…” Valda sighed, her strong arms squeezing Maris closer. It was no longer a question. It was a statement, and one that sounded so beautifully in both women’s ears.

Maris smiled, her hand never left Valda’s. She wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs, she wanted everyone to know, but as she opened her mouth, Valda’s warm lips covered hers, taking the words out with every caress, with every stroke of her tongue. Valda burned her. She burned her with a passion that she had never met in anyone she was intimate with.

“Lead me to the bedroom.”

Maris fixated on Valda’s rosy lips when she heard the command. As much as she wanted to ignore Valda’s words, to forsake them, and just let the other woman have her in the living room, she decided it would be better to do as she was told.

“Come.”

Maris grabbed Valda’s wrist as she headed to the bedroom. The queen’s need drove her into a frenzy, making her miss a couple of steps and almost fall on their way up. Maris was there to catch her, chuckling at her clumsiness, regardless of Valda’s warning growls.

Maris opened the door hastily and pulled Valda in. Yet before she could close the door behind her, Valda’s hands were already on her bottom and thighs as she pressed her to the wall.

“You drive me absolutely crazy, Maris.”

The way Valda carried her, the way she would pick her up and take her with such confidence, regardless of her condition, how her mouth would say the dirtiest things to get her ready for her, yet whisper the most beautiful, love confessions…made Maris melt, and she could only let her do as she wished.

This was the Valda no one else got to see. This was the Valda that was saved for her eyes alone.

And now, as the queen pulled her chest wraps off, baring her skin to Maris’s hungry gaze, as Valda’s eager hands yanked Maris’s clothing desperately, Maris could only think of how much she loved her, and how spending a second away from her would mean the death of her very soul.

Valda was her soul; she was the beating of her heart, the air she filled her lungs with. She was both her heart mate and soulmate. There was no doubt about it, and she would accept no other than Valda.

Maris got up to her knees, still on the bed, and kissed the other woman ardently, her tongue licking at the seam of Valda’s mouth, begging for entry. Valda warped her arms around her, pressing their bare chest together. The feeling of their warmth drew desperate sighs from their throats.

Just like that, Maris was surrounded by all that was Valda, her scent, her taste…

The queen kneaded at Maris’s ass, pulling her closer.

Maris moved back from the assault, kissed her way down Valda’s neck until she reached a taut nipple. She captured it with her lips, sucking on it slightly while her hand tested the neglected one. She wanted to make Valda beg, but instead the other woman groaned, her hand on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to the other nipple—it drove Maris insane.

Maris pressed her thighs together, wetness already seeping. Her blue eyes lifted to Valda’s white ones before dipping her chin. Valda clutched her, heaving with desire, and Maris wanted to discover how badly the queen needed her. She caressed Valda’s hips first, her fingers drawing soft circles on her waist before moving down to her thighs. Her slender fingers made a ticklish path before pressing to the junction of her legs. Maris sighed at the wetness there. She remembered a few nights ago, how wet and delicious Valda had been on her tongue, and she wanted to taste her again.

“What are you doing?” Valda asked with a throaty moan. Maris didn’t answer. Instead, she slipped her index finger enough to coat it with Valda’s wetness. “Seashell?” Valda asked again, her hard breathing engulfed the silence in the room.

Maris slipped her finger out, and sucked on her digit, smacking her lips loud enough for Valda to know exactly what she was doing.

“Delicious as always, Your Highness.”

Maris gasped as Valda gathered her in her strong, powerful arms, settled her on her lap, and breathed her in. Their mouths parted, and they drank from each other while Maris’s hands clung to the dark locks she had grown to love. She pressed her chest to Valda’s, relishing the softness of the skin she had come to know as if it was her own.

She moaned into Valda’s mouth as the queen’s hand found the junction of her thighs. Valda slowly began to make love to her with her skilled yet rough hands. Maris’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as long thick fingers worked her tension away while the queen’s lips trailed goosebumps down Maris’s neck.

Yet, Maris’s concentration was on the feeling of Valda inside of her. Those hands… Capable of bringing her so much pleasure, capable of so much bloodshed. Capable of grabbing her face forcefully, exactly how she liked it, and stroking liquid heat to her very core.

“That’s it, Seashell.” Valda’s voice pulled her back to reality, grounding her. “Let the entire settlement know who belongs to you.”

Maris’s eyes shuttered open, and her gaze fell on Valda’s hooded white eyes, lost in their own darkness. Oh, how she wished Valda could see how easily she could ease her body, how easy it was for the Sealian to let go. Maris moaned again, louder as Valda slipped a second finger inside of her, the meaty part of her palm pushed roughly against her clit, and she gasped, called out to her again, and clung to her.

“Good girl, that’s it. I got you.” Valda smirked.

That smile—Maris would do anything to keep that smile painted on Valda’s lips. She thought about when she first lost her sight, and how weak, weary, and sad Valda was, and how she never got to see her smile as she was now. That grin calmed the raging onslaught of worries, eased the storm of uncertainty until all that remained was Valda… and that smile.

“I love seeing you like this.”

A deep growl surfaced from within Valda’s chest, her arm tightened around Maris’s waist, and instead of burying her face in her breasts, she tilted her head to press her ear over Maris’s chest. There, vibrating within her lover’s bosom, was the steady beating of her heart. Valda steadied herself, listening to it.

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