Page 57 of Of Withering Dreams
My hips moved faster, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep quiet. He stifled his sounds of need, his biceps straining as he left my breast and slowly skimmed down my stomach. His fingers slipped under my trousers and underwear, two skilled fingers circling the needy nub at my apex.
I gasped, feeling how slick my skin was against his.
“That’s it, sweeting. You’re so wet for me.” His teeth slid over my earlobe, and I reached my hand behind me to cling to his neck, my nails digging into his skin and hair.
He thrust two fingers into my core, and I started to cry out before he bent his upper body toward me. I turned my head, my mouth meeting his so he could ravish my lips and swallow my moans.
My whole body quaked as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb twirling and pressing against my throbbing clit.
I tried to be quiet.
I really did.
But it was too much when he bit my bottom lip and dragged his teeth over it.
A garbled whimper flew from me as I exploded around his fingers. He grunted, thrusting into me one last time, his cock expanding.
“Damn it, woman. When I’m with you, I’m an inexperienced fledgling.” He chuckled, adjusting himself as I sat up and righted my clothes.
“Aw. How I pity you.”
“As you should.” He curled over by me while still lying on his side and bit one round cheek. I squealed, scurrying away.
He added, “I’m lucky I have an extra pair of breeches, you saucy wench.”
“Wonderful. Time to put them on so we can take the second watch.”
He grumbled as he did so, his large body bumping into the top of the tent the entire time.
Breena met me outside. “Well, well, well. Sounds like someone had apleasantawakening.”
A ruddy warmth swept over me, all the way to my hairline. I swatted her arm as I looked around our camp. “Any trouble last night?”
She grinned, “Unfortunately, no. All was quiet in fairyland.”
“Love to hear it. Enjoy your sleep.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, stretching her arms and yawning.
She wiggled her eyebrows at Kaden. He smiled as we sat near the extinguished fire.
I nibbled on a piece of jerky I’d brought and offered some to Kaden. Between his teeth, he took the small bite I held, running his lips over my fingertips.
Coughing, I shifted on the log and pressed my thighs together as he smirked. It would be several hours before daybreak, and we were on high alert now that we’d gotten some sleep.
Hyperaware of our surroundings, every sound made me jump. We’d gotten lucky so far—but with various Void creatures wandering around and possibly opponents, our luck was bound to run out.
The Reverie Weald was equally mesmerizing in the dark as it was in the day—embered air and flora shimmered in a moonlit display as if the stars were dancing among us. Every step brought about an incandescent glow that whispered over the touched surfaces.
After several hours, the pink rays of the rising sun consumed the moonbeams, stealing into the shadows.
My head drooped. As my eyelids fluttered, something pinched the tender skin of my backside. “Bloody void!” I yelped, jerking forward.
Kaden leaped off the log, twirling, his sword ready. “What the?—”
I spun around, my hand rubbing my bottom. “Something poked?—”
Out of the corner of my eye, a flurry of kaleidoscopic colors whizzed by. A burst of air swooshed past my right cheek, my curls stirring against my skin. My attention snapped to the side, but only coiling sparkles lingered.
