Page 35 of Emerald Queen
“I guess we should get up,” Emersyn stretched, causing the sheet to drift down exposing her tanned skin.
“Yes…” Drake pressed his lips to her ribcage, “maybe a shower first?” His cheeky grin made her laugh.
“A shower sounds good,” Emersyn rolled, wrapping her leg around his. “But first maybe…” she ground her center against his thigh.
Drake rolled her, pinning Emersyn’s upper body beneath his. His arousal pressed eagerly against her opening. Emersyn spread her legs, beckoning him to enter her. Emersyn moaned, arching her back into him. Drake fused his lips to her silken mouth. He plundered between her lips trying to get closer.
With one thrust of his hips, Drake pushed inside her. His cock pulsated as it slipped passed her wet lips demanding to be rooted in her depths.
Emersyn grunted as his balls came to rest against her butt. Drake began to move, slowly at first. But as Emersyn’s moans filled the room, his moves became more aggressive. Emersyn’s hips began to undulate, meeting his with every thrust.
Drake was relentless as he pounded her, harder, and harder, faster, and faster. He was like a possessed man.
Something began to unfurl inside Emersyn. It was like tiny fingers dancing up her spine. Drake paused, grinding his hips into her. His finger sought out her tiny nub, swollen and sensitive.
When he pressed down on the pink flesh, Emersyn cried out. Her inner walls tightened around Drakes engorged rock-hard cock.
“FUCK, Emersyn.” He cried out as his own heated release spurted from his body. Emersyn’s cunt milked him for every last drop, leaving them both gasping for air.
Emersyn held tight, as Drake collapsed on top of her. She turned her head, “Well…” she giggled, “I guess you bring out the magic in me.”
Drake followed her line of sight and laughed when he saw what she was talking about. The lily on the window seat had grown, exponentially. The flower was two times its original size and had broken through the clay pot.
“That’s interesting.”
Drake rolled from the bed and held out his hand, “How about that shower?”
∞ ∞ ∞
Emersyn tapped her fingers against the table. She was waiting on Sarifena in the library, the journal taunting her from the corner. Emersyn had no idea how she was going to tell Sarifena the news.
How would she take it? Would she hate Emersyn?
“Emersyn,” Sarifena smiled from the doorway, “You’re absolutely glowing. Is it safe to say you’ve gotten the man?”
Emersyn blushed, “Yeah… you could say that. How are you, Sarifena?”
“Call me Sari… I think we can lose the formality, we’re friends now, right?” She pulled Emersyn into a hug.
Emersyn burst into tears. The raw emotion of knowing that Sarifena was her half sister caused a dam to break.
“Jesus… What happened?”
“Oh Sari,” Emersyn snorted, handing her the journal, “I found my dad’s journal.”
Sarifena turned the worn leather book over in her hands, “I take it… this holds some secrets?”
“You have no idea.” Emersyn shook her head. She wished she hadn’t sent Drake away. She’d told him she needed to do this alone, but now – now, she wished he was here to give her some guidance.
“Well,” Sarifena tossed it to the table, “out with it. It must be bad if you’re already crying.”
“My dad… he had a sordid past before my mother.”
“A lot of men did, Emersyn. That’s not a surprise.”
“He fathered another child.” Emersyn stared at Sarifena, gauging her response.
“Oh.”
