Page 44 of Petals for Deadly Power

The pressure of his invisible touch on her wrists and ankles came as the petals over her core and her nipples trembled, sending waves of pleasure in her brain that sent her to the Fifth heaven in a matter of seconds.

Cardinals fucking guide h—

She screamed his name as her body shook, barely able to open her golden eyes enough to admire how fucking handsome he looked while pumping himself. The way his chin tilted upwards, the way his glazed eyes seemed to feed on her pleasure. She knew he was enjoying this as much as she was, and bless the feathers of all birds, she was intoxicated with ecstasy.

She lost count of how many orgasms she had by the time she begged him to fuck her.

“I need you inside me, Jake,” she managed to say between ragged breaths.

She didn’t need to beg twice. As if he couldn’t wait a second longer either to fuck her until he left her in pieces, he Took the petals away, her arms and legs immediately freed, her core aching with pure need. She turned on the bed, bending her knees until her bare ass begged for mercy amongst the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Brachyan. Is this how you want me to take you?”

She looked backward and found him looking at her ass as if it was the Fifth Power itself. Lenna winked, grinning. “Enjoy the view.”

A brief slap sounded in the room, and she didn’t need to see her butt cheek to know her skin was red. She bit her bottom lip as his hands grabbed the sides of her hips, and then he buried his cock into her core.

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Hope

Hopehadn’tsleptatall.

She could blame the cold of the navia, the worry about the next ordeals, the knowledge that they owned two of the five Cardinal feathers, or the revelation that Ayla possessed a power even historians didn’t know when it last existed.

She could blame all of it, and she would be lying to herself. She knew exactly what—exactlywho—had kept her awake.

Cardinals guide her away from him, she was knee-deep in putrid eggs.

She adjusted her body on the seat in front of the window facing the Radel Sea. She had been staring at the waves for hours, and her eyes adjusting as the sun rose on this part of Terrha were playing tricks on her.

She blinked, willing the red sparks that had appeared atop the waves away.

Her sight didn’t improve but worsened. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the turbulence of thoughts and feelings roaming wildly inside her.

She placed her hands on her temples, blinking a few times.

No, the red sparks were not vanishing—they were taking the form of a thin bridge. A Cardinal-red bridge that grew from the sea to herfeet. Hope hadn’t noticed the window disappearing until the breeze pushed her braids to her back.

The arterial-red sparks that became the thinnest walkway one could imagine were the exact color of Hope’s ink, panom mark, and magic. Yetshewasn’t the source of this creation, which meant another being was claiming her presence. A superior being.

She hadn’t expected it to happen like this, or at this time, under these circumstances, but the truth was she hadn’t known what to expect at all.

Hope stood up, inhaling deeply as her foot tapped the crystal surface of the bridge she was about to step on.

If the Core Cardinal was calling Hope to her ordeal, she was ready to answer.

The moment her cautious feet—one in front of the other, the width of the bridge not allowing for more—stepped outside the navia, everything around her ceased to exist.

She could see no navia, no sky, no sea. She could only see the bridge, her body, and the white, absolute nothingness she had experienced once before.

After her Fifth Ceremony, she had met the Core Cardinal here, where the line between life and death had barely existed.

This time, instead of stepping on a white floor, her feet were frozen on the red crystal bridge suspended in the air, and underneath it, miles and miles away, perhaps there was a floor she could not identify. Perhaps there was not.

Hope continued walking towards the middle of the walkway, her arms extended at both sides, to avoid any possibility of losing her balance. Her stare was fixed in the white void in front of her.

It was after long minutes when her foot touched the very center of the bridge, and an equally thin, equally red bar appeared, crossing it perpendicularly from her right to her left. No—from herWestto herEast.

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