Page 113 of The Tenth Muse

With a wicked smile, she slid her hands down my torso, fingers dancing over my skin, tracing the curves that called to her. My breath hitched as she ventured between my legs, and a wave of delight washed over me. Every gentle coaxing of her touch sent me swooning, surrendering to the rhythm of her caress.

“Please …” The word fell from my lips, an offering filled with yearning.

"Just relax," she whispered, and I swore I heard her voice echoing all around me, a haunting melody inside my mind. I longed to reach out, to feel her warmth against me, but the devil's snare of her magic held me tight, binding me to this moment.

Then, without warning, she descended, her mouth hot against my overheated skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. The world narrowed to just us; her warm breath, the delicate brush of her lips, and the sweet ache of anticipation. She took my nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling as soft wet sounds filled the room—each one a siren call urging me to lose myself further.

Her fingers found their way between my legs, teasing, exploring. As her thumb pressed against my nub, sparks ignited beneath her touch, and she slid her graceful fingers inside me. The sensations melded into a symphony of bliss, each note played perfectly to draw me deeper into her magic. I surrendered completely, caught in the web of her enchantment, entwined in pleasure and longing, lost in the depths of desire that only she could conjure.

Arisya’s fingers moved with a precision that stole my breath. Each stroke sent electric waves through me, teasing the edge of my pleasure until I felt like a taut string ready to snap. She curled her fingers deeper, and I gasped as she took me over the precipice, the world exploding in a kaleidoscope of sensations, her name tearing from my throat.

She shifted me, laying me out before her like an offering. Her gaze swept over me, intense and hungry. I could feel her magic wrapping around us, thick and palpable, weaving threads of desire that pulled tighter with every heartbeat.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and licked me—her tongue a silken promise against my slick skin. My back arched involuntarily, a loud cry escaping my lips. The room was filled with the sound of my pleasure, echoing into the dark corners like a prayer. With each deliberate lap, she brought me closer to the edge again, my body writhing beneath her mastery.

When she finally mounted me, it was slow at first, sliding her wet heat against mine. Our slickened clits found each other, pulsing in rhythm, a dance of divine connection. I could barely process the sensations cascading through me—every thrust, every grind ignited something primal within.

"More," I begged, feeling her pleasure blend with mine, our moans intertwining in a symphony of ecstasy. I was already lost, teetering on the brink of another release when Arisya began torock faster, her body moving with an elegance that took my breath away.

"Yes," I whispered, watching her eyes flutter shut in bliss, her sighs spilling forth like music. Each sound was sexy, elegant, and made me crave her even more. She pinched her nipple, and I felt a fresh wave of heat rush through me, igniting every nerve ending.

"Please," I urged, desperate for more of her, for the sensation of her body against mine, the sweet thrill of her being so close yet so perfectly unattainable. But she was in control—always in control.

"Hold on," she murmured, and then I felt it—a rush of warmth as she gushed against me, mingling our juices together, our bodies glistening with evidence of our shared pleasure.

As if sensing my mounting need, she reached for something. I caught a glimpse of the strap before she secured it around her waist, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Then she thrust inside me, filling me completely, teasing my clit in time with her movements.

"Harder," I pleaded, pulling her closer, urging her on as she pulled my hips against her. With each thrust, we climbed higher, the pressure building until I felt like I might burst. The world outside faded; all that existed was this moment, wrapped in magic and desire, two souls entwined in an endless spiral of pleasure.

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I stirred,the warmth of her mouth sending electric jolts through me. Arisya’s tongue danced between my legs, gliding along sensitive skin that throbbed with lingering pleasure. My breath hitched, and I gasped, the sight of her—a creature of beauty and mischief—pushing me to the edge once more.

"Good morning, beautiful," she purred, the sound vibrating against me, wrapping around my senses like a silken thread.

Before I could respond, she shifted, her fingers firm as they gripped my hips. With a swift motion, she flipped me over, positioning me on all fours. The cool air brushed against my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt her presence behind me, powerful and intoxicating, as she slid her strap-on into me. A gasp escaped my lips, raw and unguarded, as she filled me completely.

"Hold on tight," she whispered, her breath warm against the back of my neck, and then she thrust forward, each movement deliberate, drawing out my moans. I pressed my face into the sheets, the fabric absorbing my cries of ecstasy, muffling the sounds of our bodies colliding.

With my wrists still bound, I struggled to find purchase, longing to reach for my clit, to push against the waves of pleasure building within me. It was maddening, and yet, a thrill coursed through me—the delicious tension of being at her mercy. As if reading my mind, magic thrummed in the air, and I gasped as a spell wrapped around my sensitive areas, teasing and twisting delightfully.

"Yes, Arisya," I breathed, the words spilling from my lips like a prayer, urging her on. Her thrusts grew faster, and soon we were lost in a rhythm that sent us spiraling toward an exquisite climax.

"Together," she urged, her voice low and sultry. I felt the heat pooling deep inside me, begging to be released. We surged towards the edge, each thrust echoing our shared desire, until finally—bliss washed over us, a wave of pure ecstasy pulling us under. We cried out together, our bodies trembling in unison.

The world faded away, leaving only the sweet aftershocks and the warmth of her body still pressed against mine.

epilogue

. . .

Morning light filteredinto the suite, painting everything in soft gold. I blinked awake, the bed sheets tangled around me, but Arisya was gone. My heart sank slightly, the absence of her warmth leaving an ache in my chest.

As I turned, something caught my eye—a note nestled among the pillows. I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the delicate parchment.

"Give me a better chase next time," it read, the ink fading as I held it, "and by the way, I expect you to wear this on your next heist. I gave your accomplice all the details.”

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