Page 56 of Dark Night Golden Dawn
Harlow woke in an empty bed, gloomy morning light blanketing her. At first she was disoriented, confused. But as her body slid against Finn’s sinfully soft sheets, she remembered. The pleasurable ache between her legs reminded her further. And the sounds of the shower emanating from the bathroom brought it all back.
She got out of bed, not waiting for her brain to kick in. She didn’t want to second-guess herself or even think as she entered the bathroom. There was a new toothbrush laid out on the counter and she brushed quickly, then glanced around the corner to where she had a full view of Finn in the shower.
When he saw her his skin glowed, emitting a faint light that brought a tight ache to her belly. He crooked one finger at her, grinning. “Get in here.”
She obliged, stepping into the massive marble shower. He pulled her to him immediately, kissing her so deeply she was grateful she’d brushed her teeth. He’d clearly brushed his, so she had no doubt he’d been thinking of her.
Water fell from the ceiling in a gentle torrent. He turned her body so she faced away from him. “Morning, Harls. I’m happy to see you.”
She felt that acutely, parting her legs as he slid against her back. His hands glided up the front of her and she realized he’d taken a bar of soap from somewhere she couldn’t see. He began to slowly lather around her breasts, her nipples hardening at the attention as his free hand rubbed slow circles down her abdomen, lower and lower until he pressed his palm against her belly the way he had the night before. Today she didn’t flinch as his fingers pressed into her flesh. She felt the way it affected him to touch her, grip onto her soft body. His cock throbbed against her ass as a growl of pleasure caressed her ear.
Finn’s mouth grazed her neck and his fangs scraped against her. Heat built between her legs as his lips and tongue teased her ear. “You felt so good last night I thought it was a dream. I didn’t want to wake you though… in case you’d changed your mind.”
Harlow leaned forward, pressing her hands against the cool tile of the shower wall as water washed the soap away. “I haven’t changed my mind,” she said. She leaned forward further, angling her hips upward as she spread her legs. “Feel how much I want you.”
The low growl that emanated from his throat sent shivers through her as he gripped her ass. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
Finn’s voice was so tender she turned to face him. His stormy eyes were full of emotion and his fangs shone in his slightly parted lips. She kissed him, letting her tongue drag across the sharp point of his elongated canines as his fingers dipped between her legs.
As she kissed him, one long finger slid into her, then two. Her hips rocked forward, plunging his fingers deeper inside her. When he drew them out of her he sucked them slowly. “I love how you taste,” he murmured, voice low as he guided her to the seat in the shower.
Her heart thumped hard as he knelt in front of her. He kissed her mouth, his tongue dancing against hers, making promises about what was to come as his fingers plunged into her once more.
Harlow moaned into Finn’s mouth as his fingers worked her, gently at first, then harder as she thrust against him. His mouth traveled down her jaw, sucking her neck gently as his fangs scraped against her wet skin. She pressed her neck against them.
“I want you to,” she moaned.
“Not yet…” he murmured. “Not yet.”
His mouth slid to each of her nipples, sucking them to raised peaks as he used his free hand to squeeze the abandoned breast. She felt the pressure of her release as his fingers curled inside her, but he slowed as the tension mounted.
Then his head dipped lower, trailing kisses down her belly and onto her thighs, which she parted further, wanting desperately to make room for his head between her legs. He hovered above her, his breath on her most sensitive skin nearly enough to send her over the edge.
Her breath came in labored heaves as his mouth closed over her, his fingers thrusting in time to her bucking hips as his tongue lapped and sucked in turns. Her body shuddered against him, but he did not relent until she softened in his arms.
“Are you ready to get dressed?” he asked politely.
“No,” she said, rising, her knees only a little wobbly. She turned from him, bracing herself against the shower wall again, flashing him a smile as she spread her legs. “No, I’m not done. Are you?”
He took her by the hips and she guided him to her entrance, which was slick with the results of his ministrations. “No, I’m not,” he growled as he slid inside her, stretching her with his girth.
Harlow drove her hips towards him, increasing the power of his thrusts as one of his arms wound around her waist, sliding down to stroke the curve of her belly, moving lower to squeeze her clit as he thrust deep inside her.
“Harder,” she commanded, her fingers drifting between her legs.
He moaned in response. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she cried as light flashed behind her eyes, as the shadows of her magic crept into her vision. He yanked her to him, kissing her neck as she quivered. He slowed his thrusts slightly now, and she felt the thick pulse of him as he breathed in her ear.
“Nothing feels as good as you,” he groaned as he slid back into her, his fangs dragging against her neck.
“Bite me,” she begged, clenching hard around his cock.
His hands wound through her hair and he thrust so hard into her she saw stars, the actual glimmer of the cosmos as she came against him. He called her name again and again, but his teeth did not sink into her as she went limp.
The Illuminated were an amalgamation of the lower Orders; they had the ability to change shape as the Order of Masks did, a deep talent for magic like the Order of Mysteries, and a similar body composition to those in the Order of Night, including fangs. Harlow knew that when the Illuminated were intimate that they often bit their partner, and the rumors she’d heard about the way it enhanced the pleasure of the experience intrigued her.
Finn turned her in his arms, warm water rinsing them both as he washed her hair. She felt drowsy and sated, but not quite satisfied. “Why wouldn’t you bite me?” she asked softly.
