Page 148 of The Curse of the Goddess

It dawned on her that she was holding the most important person in her life, and Maris’s heart was beating like that because of her, because of her lips, her fingers—because of the way she was making her feel.

Maris’s hand shily brushed her hair from the forehead, possibly scared that something was wrong, but Valda calmed her worries with a sweet kiss to the valley between her breasts.

There was no doubt in Valda’s mind that she would give up anything to see Maris, but… as time seemed to stop, and the world around her dissolved into nothing, all that existed was Maris, her skin, her scent, her taste, her warmth, her heartbeat, and above all, the loving strokes of her fingers in Valda’s hair.

“Your heart is beating so fast, Seashell.”

“Isn’t yours?

“Of course, but you are so worked up.” Valda moved her face, her lips tracing a ticklish road from Maris’s cleavage all the way up to her mouth. Maris’s held her there, their mouths joined in a chaste yet gentle kiss. Valda was the first to pull away and resume the journey down Maris’s neck, chest, and back to her breasts.

Valda’s lips clamped over Maris’s nipples, pulling the perked nub into her mouth as Maris pulled her closer.It was as if Maris couldn’t get enough, as if she wanted more, and Valda was glad to give her exactly what she needed.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me at all times, Maris,” Valda commanded, her hand rubbing roughly against Maris’s clit.

“Yes, Valda.” She managed to answer between soft pants.

“I want you to understand, no one will ever fuck you and make you feel the way I do.”

A low keening moan escaped Maris. Valda moved swiftly and precisely, pulling her from her lap and gathering her in her arms until Maris was lying underneath her. Valda captured Maris’s cries with her mouth, silencing her as she spread her leg and settled herself between them. Her own pleasure slipped out of her throat at how warm Maris felt against her core.

Maris’s hands moved to her waist as she guided the rolling of their hips together, but Valda wanted to take things slow, to prolong Maris’s pleasure for as long as she could. If she gave in to Maris’s taunts, it wouldn’t be long until they were both succumbing in each other’s arms.

“Maris, please,” Valda’s body quivered, her hips moving away only to be pulled right back by Maris’s eager hands.

“I need this,” Maris pleaded, blunt nails digging into Valda’s skin. “You—I need you, darling.”

At the velvety use of the sudden pet name, her control cracked. “Darling?” she asked, her hands gripping the tender flesh of her lover’s waist.

“Yes, darling, my darling—please, Valda,” she whimpered.

Valda groaned as she pressed herself harshly against Maris. Feeling the other woman’s dampness against her own cracked her self-control further. Maris clasped Valda’s nape, tilting her head so she could look at the Skylian queen.

Maris’s breath was warm over her mouth, her grip was desperate as she pulled her back yet again. How could Valda ever deny herself to Maris, especially when she was begging to be taken?

“Fuck,” the broken moan escaped the Sealian’s chest. “Valda, please, please, make me come.”

The last thread of control snapped inside of Valda in an audible gasp. She leaned back, pressed her hands over Maris’s stomach commandingly, forcing her to stay still as the rolling and rocking of her hips became almost erratic. Her left hand climbed from her stomach, over the sweet valley of her heavy breasts to her sweaty and slender throat, until her fingers settled over Maris’s mouth.

Crying out, Maris clutched Valda’s thick thighs, scratching her while Valda’s thumb rubbed Maris’s lower lip. Maris’s tongue darted out, licking as it met Valda’s caress. She kissed the rough pad before pulling the finger into her mouth and sucking on it ardently.

Valda’s rhythm faltered. She leaned over Maris, the hand that held her steady by the stomach moved to clasp Maris’s neck, squeezing it enough to make her gasp and release her thumb.

“Maris,” Valda growled a warning, her hips going back to the steady rocking as she helped them both reach that peak. Maris smiled against Valda’s thumb and snickered in between soft cries as Valda rumbled again.

“I am close, darling,” Maris whimpered, clasping Valda’s broad shoulders as her hips met hers.

Valda nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence while her mouth hovered over Maris. She swallowed her cries, the warmth of her breath washed over her parted lips.The broken cry filled the cold air in the dark room.

With a jarring thrust, Maris threw her head back and shuddered in delight. Valda smirked, her lips trailing over Maris’s pulse. “That’s it, Seashell. Come with me. Let’s come together.”

“Don’t stop, please,” Maris’s grip on Valda’s thigh was almost painful.

“Never,” Valda snarled, leaning closer, gathering Maris in her arms, pressing their bodies closer.

Finally, the air exploded out of their lungs. Her lover’s hands flew to her back, scratching freckled skin, leaving a score of red marks. A distinctive warmth settled on her forehead and slowly dripped through her face, shoulders, and breasts. Valda gathered herself in soft pants as Maris’s hands moved from her back to her jaw.

“Your forehead…”

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