Page 37 of Courting Envy
Tethers... There was something in that word, but I didn't understand it. "Tethers?"
"This," she said, placing her fingers on her chest before dragging them to touch mine. "Can't you feel it?"
When her fingers hit my skin, I could. It was like a jolt of electricity between us which increased the intensity of my feelings for her. I didn't believe in love at first sight, but there was something to this, something that defied logic and human sensibility. Something that was completely out of my hands.
"You're not going to do what you need to by rejecting this feeling," she said, her voice softer now. She flattened her hand so that her palm was against my skin. Her fingers were so warm, and it was only then that I realized how fucking cold I was. Whatever that place beyond the portal was, I didn't like it, not one bit, and I didn't think it was just to do with the lack of magic coursing through my veins and helping me stay upright and moving.
Kyveli pulled her palm off my skin, grazing her fingers up to my collarbone. My skin tingled under her touch and I closed my eyes again, more tears coursing down my cheeks. She leaned in and kissed them away, her tongue flicking out to lick the salty liquid from my skin.
As much as I felt like 'you're not trying' was a shitty thing to say, she was right. The more I fought this, the worse things seemed to feel. I couldn't deny that I wanted her, Lucien, Reon. I didn't want to deny them either. It was hurting me as much as them. Lucien had fucked up, and he knew that, but he was trying.
Maybe it was time for me to try as well.
I tilted my face, catching her lips with mine, tasting the salt of my own tears there.
The kiss was slow and sweet at first, but then hunger blossomed and I kissed her like she was water, and I was on the brink of dehydration. Her body pressed against mine, pushing me hard against the door and our fingers twined together.
"I need you," I whispered against her cheek.
"Then have me." She pulled back a little, her pale eyes seeking mine. I nodded and bit my lip, leading her away from the door and to the bedchamber. My legs felt weak and my whole body was shaky. I knew that it was only in part due to the incredible toll that leaving Envy had taken on me. The other part was what I was about to do.
Kyveli followed close behind me, her other hand tracing patterns on my back and then gently nudging the door closed behind us. The curtains were open, the fading light casting long shadows in the room. It seemed totally fitting for the first time I would take her to bed.
My hands trembled as I shucked off the cloak, letting it drop to the floor. Kyveli saw and reached for me, helping me rid myself of the rest of my clothing; hers seemed to simply melt from her body, only a few lingering shadows grazing her skin here and there. I reached for her, stroking my hands against her skin, running fingers over the beautiful length of her body.
My legs wobbled again, and Kyveli caught me this time, guiding me back and onto the bed, a wordless dance as she lay me down and then nestled in beside me. Skin to skin, her hair tickling my neck.
"I'm sorry I'm so weak," I said as she kissed my neck. "I wanted our first time to be different."
"Shut up and let me love you," Kyveli said, her words pressing like hot kisses against my throat. She moved to take my mouth then, kissed me long and deep, languid. The divine sensation of soft, feminine skin against my own sent tremors through my body.
How long had it been since I'd taken a woman to bed? Too long, if the ache in my core was anything to go by. Kyveli seemed to sense my thoughts, her mouth moving from mine to my neck, sharp little teeth scraping down the sensitive skin there. I stroked down the curve of her back, cupped her tight ass in one hand. She was so perfect, so lithe and tight, and I wanted to feel more of her.
Kyveli's breasts were smaller than mine, pert and perfect, I found a nipple and squeezed, thrilling in the moan that escaped her lips. I wanted to capture her moan in my mouth, her nipple too, wished that there was more of me so that I could take her all in at once. Devour her. I slipped my fingers down further, over her stomach, her curvy hips, loving the way that we seemed to fit together. She threw a leg over me, and I found the soft curl of her pubic hair, grazed through it, down, until I found her sensitive nub.
She arched against me, making my touch harder. Her hands moved too, one looping under my neck, fingers tangling in my hair and driving my mouth toward her own. The other slid down. My body tensed in anticipation, waiting, waiting for her fingers to find their way to where I needed her the most. Her touch was soft but sure and she found my clit, circled it with two fingers. I mimicked her motion, my pleasure doubled by the evidence of hers. I groaned into her mouth, writhed against her, our hands moving faster, lips, and tongues clashing as the heat rose.
I moved down, fingers sliding between slick lips, finding the wet, hot core of her. I almost died, feeling the walls of her pussy tight and moist around my fingers. Kyveli moaned again, her pitch higher, desperate as she ground against my hand, once, twice, before she sent her own fingers exploring. She pushed my thighs apart, pulling away from my mouth to look at me. I didn't want to part from her, didn't want to lose the feel of her insides, slick and wanting like my own.
Kyveli was firm in her want, though. She knelt between my legs now, pushing them further apart, one hand on each thigh. I wanted her so badly, wanted her touch, her warmth. She slid her fingers up, keeping them even as she approached. Her thumbs traced over my lips, gentle, teasing, the grin on her face just the same. She knew exactly what she was doing to me; how much I wanted her. She rubbed my clit for good measure, one hand moving to my belly when I arched against her hand.
"No you don't," she growled, pinning me there. Her other hand moved back down, tracing over my crease before slowly separating my lips with ease and slipping her finger inside me. I gripped the sheets, needing to hold on to something as she worked her finger in and out, in and out, slow, savoring in the feel of me.
"You're everything I want," Kyveli said. Her voice was softer now and I opened my eyes to meet hers, pushing aside the pleasure for just a moment to be there.
"And you're all the woman I need," I told her, making sure that she knew I meant it. I could have all the lovers in the world if I wanted, but she was the only woman for me.
She thrust inside me again and I arched against her, moaning at the ache she created.
"I want this too," I said, struggling to get the words out through the pleasure. "I want to taste you."
"Oh, you do?" Kyveli chuckled and I opened my eyes to see that her smirk had returned. Her confidence around me had grown so much and I had a feeling that this cheeky version of her was the one that almost no one got to see. Behind the shadows she was so much more than secrets.
"Come on," I said, pouting playfully. "I'm exhausted. I can't even walk right now. Give your queen what she wants."
Kyveli pulled her fingers from me and licked them clean and it was the hottest thing I had seen in an age. "And what does my queen want?"
"Your queen wants you on her face," I said, barely believing the words as they came out. I wasn't normally this forward, but I felt like I could be with her. She wanted me to be. And damn, but I wanted her. She stalked up my body, hands landing on either side of my head as she ducked down and kissed me hard, pressing me into the bed with her body. I could taste myself on her tongue and I wanted so badly to taste her too.
