Page 83 of Daughter of the Darkened City

She looked up at Enid, and Enid looked down, a deep longing there. Avenay moved closer, pressing more into her, closing any distance between them. Others danced around them, but the world seemed to disappear at this moment.

“All those years ago,” Avenay breathed, “When you came to Lesern, I’d spent the whole night trying to get up the nerve to ask you to dance.”

“I wish you had.”

“I’m glad you asked me tonight.”

“Me too.” Enid tilted her lips to be at Avenay’s ear. “What do you say we find some place more private?” She toyed with the thin straps ofAvenay’s dress, her other hand slipping to the bare back of it. “I’m curious to inspect the construction of such a fine dress.”

Avenay chuckled. “You’re suddenly very interested in tailoring?”

“I’m suddenly very interested in figuring out how to get you out of that dress without ruining it. Though I will ruin it if I must.”

Avenay smiled, looking around for a half a second before taking her hand and leading her through the crowds to the castle. They stopped in the empty halls and Enid pressed Avenay against the wall, her staccato breath making Enid’s heart race to the beat of it.

Enid bent and kissed her, the sensations wrapping around Enid like a caress. Each brush of their lips was fierce and passionate, each swipe of her tongue dizzying. The kiss delved deep into Enid, into the light of her being, breathing life there. She grabbed her hand and led her to their room.

Enid’s hands bunched in Avenay’s skirts, grasping her thigh and bringing it up around her hip, then her other, until she was carrying Avenay.

“I’m going to rip that dress to shreds,” Enid growled. “I hate every inch that’s keeping your skin from mine.”

They bumped up against the bed and Avenay fell back on it, her body splayed out as Enid came over her. Enid produced a dagger fromher own thigh, doing just as she promised. Taking it first to the halter and slicing gently so that it fell, then finding the waistband and cutting that. She flung the dagger to the ground, then ripped Avenay’s clothes the rest of the way off, her eyes raking over Avenay’s body as she came close, positioning her leg between Avenay’s, bending her knee so it pressed lightly against her core. Avenay responded, rubbing against it, tightening her thighs around Enid’s leg. But her eyes went distant.

“Where did your mind go?” Enid asked, tracing her jaw with her finger.

“What?” Avenay asked, breathy.

“You had a distant look on your face. I want you to just focus on how I’m making you feel.”

“But I want to focus on how I make you feel.”

“Oh, trust me, Avie, you’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before. And I have every intention of returning the favor.”

Enid bent and kissed her, deep and passionate. Avenay’s hands found the clasps to Enid’s dress, hastily fumbling against them, before giving up with a frustrated grunt against Enid’s lips, eliciting a chuckle.

She then brought both hands up and ripped the halter, the buttons falling off, and Enid’s eyes blazed with desire. Avenay ran her handalong Enid’s neck, her breasts, and Enid closed her eyes, tilting her head back.

Avenay pulled the rest of her dress over her hips and Enid stood, quickly removing it until they were both bare before one another, Avenay’s eyes roving over Enid with unabashed desire.

She grasped Enid’s arm and pulled her until their bodies tangled, their lips and tongues vying for dominance. Enid moved her knee between Avenay’s legs again, and Avenay wrapped her legs around it, pressing down and rocking back and forth, a soft moan escaping as Enid panted against her neck, nipping and biting.

Avenay lifted her hands into Enid’s hair, grasping and tugging lightly before she found her horns. Enid moaned, her wings twitching, and she fell on Avenay’s breasts, her tongue swiping over the sensitive nipple, then sucking as she massaged the other. Her body became so warm and tight all at once, her core aching for release.

Enid gasped, her mind reeling from the intensity of the emotions in her. Avenay, Avenay, Avenay.Why did this feel so different from any other partner? Was it the mate bond? Or was it that their bodies, their movements, were so in sync with one another that the sensations were disorienting, her mind gloriously blank other than the wonderful feeling of Avenay’s body against hers, their curves fitting together so perfectly?They kissed and explored each other for hours, her body hanging at the edge of that precipice the entire time, taunting and teasing with each swipe of their lips over one another, each meeting of their tongues, each touch of their skin on skin.

She was lost in the sweet oblivion of their mingling, their melding, the way her soul sang with Avenay’s.

When her pleasure built so high she thought she might weep from wanting, she slipped her hand down Avenay, down past the tuft of hair over her folds. Finding that soft bud, she pressed against it. Avenay’s groan was beautiful, and Enid wanted to hear it over and over again, the sound alone making her own core throb, pulse.

Avenay took her hand and rubbed against Enid’s horns as she kissed her neck, and Enid panted and moaned wildly. Avenay grasped Enid’s biceps with a ferocity that might leave a bruise but felt so wonderful in the moment.

Avenay slipped her two fingers into Enid, hooking and pulsing as her palm rubbed against her clit and she continued that rhythm, with the stroking of her horn and kissing until Enid came undone on her hand, tumbling into bliss with a cry and she bit down on Avenay’s neck, her wings shuddering with the pulses of her cunt around Avenay’s fingers.

It took only a moment for Enid to shift up and look at Avenay, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed, and kiss her long and hard. Then she moved down Avenay’s body, her lips making a glorious trail, down and down, until Enid rested between her legs, propping them on her shoulder.

Enid kept eye contact as she licked up the length of her and moaned, and Avenay’s legs shook. Enid swiped again, then ran her nose along her bud, sucking on it, and Avenay arched against the bed.

“You taste so fucking perfect, Avie,” Enid moaned, licking again, before settling on her clit, and dipping her fingers in.

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