Page 66 of Daughter of the Darkened City

Enid’s lips slid into a smile and her other hand slipped lower, cupping Avenay’s ass. Enid dipped her head, taking her nipple in her mouth and sucking, hard, just as Avenay preferred it, her tongue swiping slowly. A shot of desire, like lightning, ran from her head to her core.

“Like that?” Enid asked, her husky voice smug as she already knew from Avenay’s whimper that she was doing well.

“Yes,” she gasped out. “Just like that.”

Enid replaced her mouth with her hand and massaged, shifting her gaze. “How about like this?”

“Yes. Oh yes, that’s perfect.”

This was perfect. Too perfect. All the thoughts and feelings she’d been burying resurfaced now, consuming her inside out. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Enid anymore than she could bear the thought of losing her sister. Fear spread like ice in her veins.

Avenay took Enid’s cheeks in her hands and forced her to look back at her, for her eyes wandered once again to her peeked breasts. “Enid, the spell is dangerous.”

“Are you worried about me, Little Bird?”

“Yes, I am, Enid. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Enid replaced her mouth with her hand and massaged. “I won’t get hurt.”

Avenay felt herself tightening like a spring ready to snap. Her hand flew up, grasping Enid’s horn instinctively to steady herself, and Enid drew in a sharp breath.

“Just keep rubbing there,” Enid ground out.

Avenay ran her thumb along the ridges and Enid let out a moan.

“You could wait,” Avenay said, trying to keep herself focused on what she wanted to talk to Enid about, and not how her body sang. “Wait until the next new moon, or even after that. So we could know better what we’re getting into.”

Enid tugged on Avenay’s hips, seating her on her thigh, the sudden friction against her clit making her swallow and breathe harder.

“No, I don’t want to waste any time. Your sister doesn’t have it. I don’t want you to lose her.”

“I also don’t want to lose you, Enid. I can’t bear the thought of it,” Avenay said, and the confession hung between them for a charged moment. Enid looked at her like she’d been struck, and Avenay feared she would flee.

But instead, Enid claimed her mouth with a fierceness, her tongue tangling with Avenay’s, their breaths mixing, their bodies now pressed against one another, the soft and glorious feeling of Enid’s breasts against her own making her shudder in delight.

Enid pulled back a fraction, her breaths labored as Avenay tangled her fingers through her damp hair. “Why? You barely know me.”

Enid gripped her hips, making Avenay rub against her thigh harder, the grinding building tension in her core coming out as a whimper from between her lips.

“Can’t you feel it?” Avenay asked.

She didn’t know what to say. She’d never cared about her inability to express how she felt before. Emotions weren’t useful to her. They came and went and she moved on with her life. But at this moment, she wanted words for it. She wanted to tell Enid every little thing she felt for her.

“Yes,” was Enid’s reply.

Avenay ran her thumb along the ridges of her horn and Enid let out a moan so sweet that Avenay committed it to memory. Every note, every breath that came with the sound. Enid moved her thigh against Avenay’s core again, the feeling making her mind hazy and her toes curl.

Avenay’s head was dizzy, filled with only her panting, desperate desire, and the repeating thought that rang like a bell.Enid, Enid, Enid.

I love you.

She was so startled by the thought that she claimed Enid’s mouth in a frenzied fervor, breaths mixing, souls mingling.

Enid pulled back a fraction, panting as Avenay tangled her fingers through her damp hair. “By the twin goddesses, Avie, you make me crazy.”

Her eyes told more than her words, speaking a language that Avenay felt keenly but couldn’t neatly translate. It spoke in the dialect of desperation, an accent of devotion, hushed like a reverent prayer.

No, Avenay couldn’t put it into words, but she knew that what Enid was feeling mirrored her own soul. To feel this much, to see it reflected in those green eyes in front of her, it was so hard to entertain the doubts that had assailed her. Yet, she’d felt this way in the river. In the alleyway. It had been a couple of days, though, and Enid hadn’tsought her out. They hadn’t shared a room or talked about what any of this meant.

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