Page 102 of Court of Aether and Shadows

Her hands tangled in my hair as she pressed closer, her body fitting against mine as if we'd been carved as two halves of the same creation.

Every point of contact sent waves of pleasure and power coursing through us both, building toward something that felt bigger than either of us.

It encouraged me to change our environment to cater to our needs — allowing our energies to shift our surroundings from the bedroom to somewhere that could shield our energies from the rest of the world.

Where our moans and groans could be kept between ourselves, until the early hours of dawn where I’d enjoy letting those soft whimpers of encouragement be the morning hymn of our radiant sunrise.

"My warrior," I breathed against her lips between kisses, before I scooped her up with every intention to lie her upon the most tender silk of our realms. "My survivor. My queen in every way that matters."

The shadows wrapped around us tighter, creating a world that existed only for us, where nothing mattered but this connection, this moment, this perfect union of shadow and light.

I enjoyed the way Sparrow’s gaze remained locked on mine the entire time, even as I laid her upon the white sheets and cushioned her sacred body like a temple that was worthy of being worshipped.

It reminded me of the plentiful dreams I’d ventured through.

How I’d seek her out from the endless darkness. The way her eyes would bore into mine, knowing I was but an illusion and yet accepting I’d deliver the lust and euphoria her body needed to relieve all the tension weighing her down from the days of uncertainty and strife.

My lips fight hers as our kisses get deeper with more urgency. My large hands sink deeper into the fine silk as I hover over her small frame. I’m so much larger than her, and yet this feels so perfectly balanced as though the scales would be even between us.

Maybe they were.

Our elements were enjoying a dance of their own; the intense melody of starlight and shadow singing a whispering hymn that only empowered us further.

The kisses we shared were less intricate and slow, but feverish and desperate. I didn’t hesitate to slide my tongue into her mouth the moment I got the chance, and how she further melted in my domain — allowing me to take control of this rollercoaster ride that was driving us mad with our building ache for one another.

As much as I wanted to use my element to our advantage and do one of the many pleasurable things I’d ensue in her dreams, just this time, I wanted to do it just right.

Just skin-to-skin, bare touch and immense intimacy, that we’d always remember was our first.

It would be something I know I’d cherish, and I was confident Sparrow would keep this experience sacred in her mind.

Her body’s warmth continued to grow, as mine felt cold in comparison with how our elements encouraged our euphoric endeavor. I couldn’t help but get impatient as the scent of her slick that pooled between her legs hit my nostrils, making them flare and inhale further.

“My Starlight needs me, hmmm,” I taunt and lean down to suck at the side of her neck, prompting a moan from her parted lips.

“I’ve needed you for so long,” she moans in defeat, her body flushed and impatiently waiting for me to give her what she craves. With how wet she is, I’ve been taunting her for too long. “You’re making me wait on purpose.”

The way she pouts those soft swollen lips makes my lips creep into an upward curve, as I dip down until her lips are far too occupied with my scrutunizing ones.

I deliberately distract her, so when my two fingers slip between her folds, I enjoy stifling the gasp of surprise that is followed with a moan of relief when my cold fingers slide effortlessly into her hot pulsing pussy.

“So…cold,” she breathes and yet I can feel with how tightly her pussy is gripping my fingers that she absolutely adores the temperature difference. “Deeper,” she encourages desperately.

“As you wish,” I assure her, removing my fingers just slightly, slipping them out before thrusting them back in deeper. Her groans of relief and whimpering moans only encouraged me to keep going.

Just watching how she wiggles on these sheets and allows her back to arch hypnoticly, sets me ablaze — the ignited push to give her what she craves outweighs the need to draw this out.

I increase my speed, working my fingers and enjoying her heady breaths and panting exhales. She’s fighting to meet my thrust with her lifted hips, riding my fingers in anticipation of her own climax.

Allowing her to take control has always given this different heightened turn-on. To take a back seat in taking the lead and giving the reins to my woman.

“Oh goodness…yes,” she moans, and I can tell from her erratic movements that she’s so close to cumming all over my fingers. I’m not only bracing for the feel of her slick forcing itself to gush around my fingers but to watch my little bird come undone before my eyes.

Just like in all those vivid dreams.

“Aetheron.” She moans those words like a forbidden melody — my shadows spiking in pride and praise, as though we’re ready to land in the heart of war for this woman — our starlight queen — one’s on the edge of a blissful wonderland.

“Ah!” She tries to brace herself for the whiplash of pleasure that riddles through her, but her locked body of tension only rattles with pleasure as she cries out and quivers through her climax.

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