Page 39 of Of Withering Dreams
His warm breath blew over my core, swollen with need, and I gasped at the sensation. He grinned and then licked me, through my center to the pulsing nub at the apex of my thighs. A feverish current blazed up my spine.
My hips squirmed, chasing relief. He wrapped one hand around me, nestling his cheek against my inner thigh. His lips sucked on my aching bud, nipping and licking it in circles. Back and forth. Up and down.
A building frenzy was swirling within me. I needed release.
I needed.
Needed.
He replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing in circles, flicking. He brought his tongue to my center, lapping and thrusting in and out at the same pace as his thumb. His other fingertips squeezed the round curve of my hip and bottom.
A throaty moan rumbled through me, my eyes rolling back. Tingling heat exploded through my every limb, every joint, condensing into my core. I sucked in a deep breath as if I couldn’t get enough air and cried, “Kade!”
His mouth sucked one last time, pulling firmly on the throbbing bundle, and I shattered. My climax washed over me, tremors rocking through my body.
As my mind fluttered into awareness, my legs splayed limply, lying on the dewy moss. Kaden rested his head on my inner thigh, one arm under it, wrapping around my hip. His hand spread across my ribs. His other tenderly stroking over my mound and belly.
We lay there in silence, my entire being sated. My fingers played with the ends of his dark strands as his aura evaporated into the night air.
The leaves and vines swayed and rustled above us, the fireflies languidly floating around. I sighed in contentment, a giggle surging from me.
“By the Ancients, I didn’t realize you were so talented.”
A rumbling laugh left him, vibrating through my thigh. “I would never dream of keeping such a skill from you.” He sat up, unwinding himself from my legs before plucking up my underwear.
“Wait, what about you?” I propped myself on my elbows, a playful pout dropping my bottom lip.
“Tonight was for you,” he murmured, his tone sincere as he helped slide my undergarment back in place.
I sat up, reaching for his breeches, still straining from his hard length. He brushed my hand aside and grasped my hands, pulling me upright.
“Now, now. We’ll have plenty of time. Besides, I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little more.” He adjusted his cock within his trousers. “I’ll have plenty of dreams to keep me company tonight.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pushing his lips firmly against mine once more. I blushed, tasting myself on him.
He righted my dress, kissing my collarbone, groaning as he lifted his head reluctantly.
His hand found mine, and we walked back to the palace, our strides buoyant.
I was filled with buzzing energy as if I were made entirely of phosphorescence.
At my door, we kissed each other goodnight, our faces beaming when he finally released me.
I watched him from my doorframe as he went inside his, winking before closing his door.
A cough came from behind me, and I squeaked.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Gavrel grumbled deeply.
My cheeks flushed. I wondered how much he’d seen. Had Kaden known Gavrel was there? We hadn’t done anything wrong, but a strange ache sat solidly in my gut, nonetheless.
He pushed open his door, his hand affixed to the rippling pewter. He turned his head to the side, not fully facing me. Staring blankly at my feet, his shoulders sagged as if he carried something heavier than the sword upon his back.
“Sleep well, Asteria,” he murmured. Then he moved into his room, closing the door with a firm click.
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