Page 25 of Heirs of the Cursed

“I’ll have to visit her soon,” Darcia said, smiling. She walked over to Caeli and knelt in front of her. “I wouldn’t want the mother of the love of my life to hate me for the rest of eternity.”

“She doesn’t hate you. In fact, I think she’s more in love with you than I am . . .” Caeli winked at her. “That’s what you get for making her daughter happy.”

“Speaking of making you happy . . .” Darcia caressed her bare legs. “We haven’t planned anything for our anniversary.”

One of Caeli’s heels went lightly up Darcia’s leg. “Well, we always come up with plans at the last minute. Or else we can do what we do every year: go to the lake and drink tea, away from everything.”

“I’d have to sneak out,” Darcia reminded her.

“It’s either that or I’d have to hold back the moaning in your room so your father and stepbrother don’t catch us.”

She laughed again and leaned in to kiss her, thirsting for it. Caeli’s body responded with hungry movements that reflected how much she wanted her. Placing her hands on her waist, she urged Darcia to sit on her voluminous thighs, moaning as one of her hands traveled to her breasts.

“Is this a good way of saying I agree?” Darcia asked lewdly.

When Darcia’s kisses caressed her jaw and traveled dangerously down her neck, Caeli shivered. “You need to be much more convincing.”

“Then spread your legs for me,” she commanded tenderly.

Her girlfriend obeyed, spreading her legs apart. The thin fabric of her garment fell between them, revealing silky, olive skin that took her breath away. Caeli waited expectantly as two boreal eyes gleamed with lust in her direction. Darcia reveled in the image as she admired her in silence, caressing her body until feeling her core soaking wet, Caeli’s pleading moans music to her ears.

“Do you want to be convincing or torture me?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Darcia whispered, and when she pulled aside the fabric covering her legs, she cursed. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I knew I’d have to take them off. I won’t be able to dance in front of all the soldiers feeling my core soaking wet because of you.”

“Damn it, Caeli,” Darcia gasped. “You have a very dirty mouth.”

“And you love it.”

She didn’t deny it. Darcia moved her mouth to Caeli’s thighs to kiss them, delighted with every soft gasp her girlfriend let out.

“Can I?”

“I’m all yours, Voreia.”

Darcia felt her body slowly unraveling. Her tongue wandered over her skin as if Caeli was her favorite dessert, her gaze still fixed on her face to capture her reaction to her kisses.

“Darcie,” Caeli protested. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I just love to hear you beg.”

Her impatient tongue slid into Caeli’s core, who gasped with arousal and clenched her hands to the armchair. They both lost their minds in pleasure as Darcia’s fingers sought her most sensitive spot.

Though her stepbrother might deprive her of many things, she’d never allow him to take Caeli from her.

At the circular motions of her fingers, her girlfriend rested her legs above Darcia’s shoulders, granting her greater freedom of movement. At first, she was patient with each caress, but when Caeli began to move her hips to seek more friction, her gentleness faded, giving herself over completely to the desire they shared.

She pulled her fingers away and lowered her face to devour the feast that awaited her.

“By the Triad . . .” Caeli gasped, clenching her thighs, as Darcia’s fingers thrust into her.

Darcia smirked against her wetness but didn’t stop the steady movement of her tongue as her fingers thrust into her.

Every gasp Caeli let out pushed her to her limit.

“If you keep this up, you’re going to make me come sooner than I’d like,” Caeli was barely able to say. Her words tumbled from her lips between ragged gasps, devoured by lust.

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