Page 108 of Scars and Burns

Then it happens.

He’s finally at my core. His tongue assaults my pussy in the best way. Gentle and aggressive. Demanding for taste. He licks me up from base to tip. Swirling my clit with his tongue, sucking it in to his mouth. I feel his hands grip my thighs. I match it by gripping the strands of his hair. I arch even further into him. And once I feel his fingers enter inside of me, I almost come undone. One at first and then two. Working me the way no one else ever has. Moving inside of me, pulling in and out. Curling into the walls of my pussy, as he still pleasures my clit with his mouth. Reaching depths I didn’t think possible.

I’m seeing stars. Never before has it felt this good. I’m breathless. Moans and groans filling the air from both of us as we take part. My breathing is shallow and all I can think is how have I gone this long without. Barely able to utter any words from the intensity.

I don’t think I can take it anymore. “I’m close,” I say. Not able to get more than a whisper out. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t speed up, doesn’t slow down. But keeps with his steady rhythm.

Goddess, most don’t know to do that.

Then it happens.

I reach my pinnacle. My whole body shivers. My eyes roll back in my head. I grab the back of his head and shove his face further into me as I ride out my orgasm. My body shaking alone is enough friction to send me even further over the edge.

I look down at him as I finish. His mouth is still firmly on my clit.He draws his mouth and fingers away slowly. As if he is savoring every last bit of me. He laps up my pussy one last time with a slow flat tongue. Flicking it off my clit, causing me to jerk. Kissing me gently a few more times there and then works his mouth up the rest of my body. Sucking in his finger, he whispers to me, “You taste divine.” Finding my lips once more, kissing me softly this time.

Tasting myself off of him. I don’t want this to end. I’m lost in his mouth. Feeling his length grind up against me. My already sensitive center from my roaring orgasm longing for more. He is pushing his trousers down now and just when I think we are about to continue there is a knock at my door.

He growls. A rumble from somewhere deep in his chest. A look of pure evil in his eyes. As if he is ready to kill whoever is there. His head turns toward the door but I bring his gaze back to mine. I kiss him once more. Looking into his eyes with endearment.

Another unspoken conversation happening between us.

He nods and in a puff of black smoke he is gone.

There’s another knock on my door. Then I hear, “Dinalia are you there? I really need to speak with you?” Fuck, it’s Saphrina.

Oh my Goddess, how am I supposed to face her after what just happened?

After what I just did.

Jolting out of bed. Throwing on a robe and tossing my ripped clothes under the covers quickly.

“Coming” I call out, still trying to catch my breath.

I open the door and she’s standing there with a worried look on her face. She walks in, “What were you doing? What took you so long?”

“Sorry, I was in the shower.” I say, shutting the door behind her. “You said you needed to speak with me?”

I watch her glance around my room. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Other than my bed being a bit of a mess, for obvious reasons only tome.

“I have to break the alliance.”

My eyes widened. I knew she was having doubts about Prince Proteus and that Aeron could be her mate. But to take it this far. To come to this conclusion without conforming the bond is beyond irrational.

Besides, Aeron can’t be her mate.

Right?

She is young and naive. Perhaps her feelings towards Aeron are pure curiosity and wonder for the forbidden fruit.

Is that the reason for my pull towards him as well?

No, can’t be.

Right?

“Why? What happened?” I ask, joining her on the bed. Hoping she does not notice the smell of sex that fills my room.

She shouldn’t. Not having experienced any herself. She would have told me.

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