Page 17 of Wings of Desire

“Yes, I am very serious. You have to eat, and if I must feed you myself, I will.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Xakiras. I’m very capable of taking care of myself, so save your alpha male bullshit for someone else,” she snaps, shoving my chest with her palm.

But that only makes me hold her tighter. I back us against the pool’s edge, forcing my legs between hers. “You will eat,Otoki. Once you’ve done that, like the good little girl you are, I intend to show you just how good you can be.”

Echo doesn’t give into my demands; instead, she smirks, tipping her head up at me. “You think that’s going to work on me?”

I don’t fully understand my intention, only that I needed her to see reason. It’s vital to take care of herself. We’ve been going nonstop, and she needs to eat and rest. “I would never clip your wings, but I need you to stay alive and healthy.”

I reach behind her, grabbing a piece of fruit from the plate, and press it to her lips. The juices run down my hand, and before it falls, I flick my tongue out, licking it from my skin. The taste makes me crave more, wishing I could savor it from her mouth instead.

She refuses to open her mouth, but she doesn’t have to. I use my other hand to gently grasp the sides of her jaw, coaxing it open. Echo shakes her head in refusal, her eyes flaring with contempt. Instead of forcing the fruit inside her mouth, I trail it slowly over her lips. “Eat for me,kukali.”

The juice trails down her chin, dripping onto her neck and breasts. My eyes follow the delicious sticky trail until I see her tongue come out of her pretty pink mouth. She laps up the juices that cover her lips, moaning with her eyes closed. That soundfurthers the desire I have for her growing and pressing tightly against my pouch.

Ever so slowly, I finger the fruit into her mouth, letting her cheeks go slack so she can chew properly. Echo doesn’t disappoint me as she closes her mouth, chewing and swallowing it down without a fight.

Once she finishes, she glares at me once again, pouting like a child. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Echo’s gray stormy eyes, however, show no sign of malice behind them.

I remain silent because we both know I’ll do it again if needed. I release her, giving her the freedom to move on her own. Like the good girl she is, she reaches for another piece of the fruit, obediently popping it into her mouth.

“You’re eating too, right?” She raises her head to glance at me and immediately a devious thought enters my mind.

I wonder just how far I can push her obedience. “Feed me.”

I am captivated by her body, once something I saw as hideous and weak, but now I realize I love every part of it. The softness of her skin, the way her large breasts feel in my hands. Every inch of her body feels as if it fits perfectly with mine. Her gray eyes in thelampfyreglimmer like the stars. Echo is gorgeous. She inhales a breath, blinking a few times before her lips curve into a smile. It’s as if she felt me staring with adoration.

My little bug.

As she picks up another piece of fruit, the music from earlier softly resumes. The twinkling melody echoes throughout the cavern. It’s a hauntingly beautiful song that speaks of a love lost to time.

“That’s so beautiful...” Echo murmurs, raising the fruit to my lips. I willingly open my mouth, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. I want to tell her she’s the beautiful one, but the wordscatch in my throat. Instead, I stay silent, eating the fruit from her fingers, suddenly too shy to speak.

As she pulls her hand back for another piece, I grasp her wrist, pulling it to my lips to lap up the juices that have dribbled down her arm. Echo inhales sharply, forgetting to breathe as my tongue glides along her skin. She finds the act seductive as her pungent scent fills the cavern.

The delicious way her skin and the fruit mingle together creates a tantalizingly sweet flavor that urges me to pull her close.

“What are you doing?” She whispers, licking her bottom lip.

A wave of frustration washes over me as I look at her soft smile and the way she looks at me expectantly. My heart clenches. I’m not meant to feel this way about her. I shouldn’t wish to tell her how much she means to me, how much I wish to keep her. The words are trapped deep inside my chest, refusing to come out.

She’s so close to me now, but I can’t allow her to know how vulnerable she allows me to feel or how much I crave her presence. The risk of losing her feels unbearable, so I swallow back the knot of emotions forming in my throat. I force myself to look away from her, afraid that her eyes might pull me back in.

“We should find sleeping quarters,” I tell her, letting her arms fall free from my grip. It’s all I can manage to say.

While she climbs out of the pool, I look at the soft globes of her ass and curse myself. I wish to reach out, to touch her, to hold her and tell her everything. Instead, I let her go.

Dance with my devil

At some point, the Volese must have placed out new clothing for me. Mine were too tattered and dirty with cum to wear again. It’s a simple green shift dress laid out on a rock. I hesitate, unsure if this thing will even go over my head. It isn’t as if there’s much choice, it’s that or go naked now.

“I-I doubt this will fit me,” I mumble aloud, feeling embarrassment rise up my neck.

Xakiras’s eyes roam my body as if in appraisal of me and the shift. “The Volese are quite capableotoki. I assure you; it will fit.”

Sighing, I shimmy it over my head, allowing the silken fabric to cascade down my body with relief. Though it hugs my curves much tighter than I’m used to, Xakiras was right. The Volese made it very close to my size. I refuse to hide myself. While the fabric is more sheer and hugs my curves, it feels amazing against my skin.

Xakiras gives me a smile of approval once I’m fully clothed. His hands trail down my side, and I realize the dress allows me to feel as if I’m wearing nothing at all. “You look stunning.”

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