Page 26 of Heirs of the Cursed

Against her request, Darcia continued to move her tongue with mastery and slipped another finger inside her.

“Kiss me, Darcia,” Caeli begged between moans. “Please.”

For the first time, she obeyed. She lifted her head from between her legs, and with a voracious hunger, took Caeli’s lips without ceasing to fuck her with her hand. Their mouths moved in harmony as Darcia slowly started to lose her mind.

Her girlfriend’s knee parted her legs in an unspoken request.

“I want to touch you,” she gasped.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” Darcia stammered.

Her dark eyes flashed with longing. Caeli’s fingers pushed her undergarments aside and thrusted in, her thumb brushing against her intimacy. Darcia bit her lip, and a satisfied smile curved her girlfriend’s lips.

“You’re dripping . . .”

“That’s what you provoke in me.”

Caeli’s smile widened. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that.”

Their lips met once again in a fiery encounter, while Caeli’s fingers danced with a provocative rhythm. Every part of Darcia’s body reacted to her caresses, unleashing a cascade of sensations. Between intertwined moans and passionate kisses, they clung to each other as if they were the sole certainty in an unpredictable world, their bodies trembling at the orgasm that began to build inside them.

“Damn it, Darcia, I’m going to . . .”

“Come for me, Cally,” she said in a trembling voice.

Caeli’s lashes fluttered until her eyes closed, her climax building within her. Seeing her so free, so beautiful and vulnerable stirred something deep within Darcia, who withdrew her fingers and licked them one by one.

As Darcia settled between her legs, the soft fingertips of her tanned skin brushed provocatively against her entrance. And when Caeli slipped her fingers inside her, her chest set ablaze. Her body rose and fell, moaning her name and sinking into a sea of pleasure drowned by her kisses.

Darcia moved delicately over her hand, riding it fervently, as their lips met in a long kiss. Everything they shared was a whirlwind of passion and wantonness, sweeping in its intensity.

Five minutes later, Caeli was the one licking her fingers and kissing Darcia as if she was the only good thing the world had ever given her.

“I’d love to stay longer,” Caeli said as Darcia stroked her wavy dark hair, resting her head on her shoulder, “but I must go out and perform. I hope to see you tomorrow.”

“Every minute I spend with you will make my day better.” Darcia kissed her one last time. “I promise we’ll be free of Conrad. Soon, we will have a life beyond the circus. And everything will be better.”

“I hope the goddesses hear you,” her girlfriend whispered against her lips.

As Darcia was about to respond, a loud crash echoed through the room.

The figure looming in the shadows and the soft gleams of the oil lamps made her flinch, even though her gaze wasn’t focused on the door. With hard, heavy steps, Conrad burst into the room, his blue gaze bathed in fury. Darcia stood up, shielding Caeli with her body.

“Leave, Cally,” she said softly, her gaze fixed on her stepbrother.

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Leave. Now.”

Conrad laughed at her. “How heartwarming. Too bad it’s not going to do any good.”

He reached out to grab Caeli, but Darcia pushed him back with all her strength despite her trembling hands. Conrad’s grin widened, punching her in the stomach and pushing her forcefully to the side.

Darcia’s side ached as she crushed against the floor.

She gasped for air, barely able to move, but her eyes remained still on her stepbrother, who grabbed Caeli violently by the hair, eliciting a scream of pain from her. She saw her brown eyes blurred with tears as she clung to Conrad’s jacket in a desperate attempt to ease the pain and free herself.

With a murderous rage growing deep in her chest, Darcia urged herself to stand up and intervene. Yet, Conrad yanked her backward and threw her girlfriend out of the room.

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