Page 53 of The Lord of Whispers

He gently placed me on top of the linen comforter and dropped into an elegant crouch. Jay grabbed my right foot in his hand and, ever so delicately, unbuckled the strap around my ankle, slipping the shoe off my foot. He deliberately placed the pump on the floor and then reached for my other ankle. This time, he brought it to his lips, where he planted a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle.

His kiss shot a thrill of exhilaration up my leg and directly to the spot where my need was already gathering between my thighs. He looked up at me, his intentions plain in his eyes. He was going to kiss his way up and down every inch of my body. I let out a groan, thinking about how torturously thorough he would be.

He set the second heel down, then ran his calloused hands up my bare legs until he found where my panties should have been. But he had already ripped them off earlier that day. He ran his hand down one leg while he kissed his way up the other, kissing my calf, then my knee, and then my inner thigh until his head was hidden under my dress.

I grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, throwing it on the other side of the bed. I wanted to be able to see the high lord kneeling before me. He nipped the inside of my thigh, and I jumped a little as another wave of excitement increased the throbbing of my exposed, wet sex. He moved his mouth onto me. His licks began leisurely, beginning at my aching opening, then he circled his tongue around and around, not going farther up, not going inside. He was taunting me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jay, please,” I said, my desperation clear.

“Please, what?” he said, with feigned ignorance.

I took a breath, the ache between my legs excruciating.

“I need you inside of me.”

He continued licking around me and then moved his focus to the top of me, lapping at me with heavy, long licks. Then he moved back to my opening, plunging his tongue inside of me. My back bowed in pleasure as he lapped at my core, but he held me in place with his hand on my stomach as he continued his relentless caress until a million little white stars burst into my vision, my body overwhelmed with pleasure.

He stood, looking down at me with a pleased smile. I eyed his hardness pushing against his pants.

“Ok, we can go to the beach now,” I said jokingly.

“Not a chance,” he growled, unbuckling his belt and pulling it off through the loops of his pants.

We didn’t make it to the beach until after the sun went down that day. I loved walking along the beach at night, anyway.

26

Alarie

“Come on, I want to show you something,” Jay said, pulling me along.

I followed him as he walked into the glowing blue halo of an Azurinium cave. We were still in our beach attire, having spent the morning at the beach before breaking for lunch. There was some evidence of mining having occurred. The pool of water in the middle of the cave glowed from particles of the Azurinium falling into the water. I pulled back the hem of my white gossamer coverup, dipping my foot into the water. It came out sparkling and glowing blue as well.

“Is it safe?” I asked, looking down at my foot.

“Perfectly safe,” he said.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped down onto a staircase hidden beneath the water. I hadn’t noticed it until he stood on it.

“You swim in this?” I asked in disbelief.

I couldn’t imagine swimming in a pool of Azurinium when, back home, my mother and I could have barely afforded enough Azurinium to power our stove. In response to my question, he dove headfirst into the center of the pool. And then he swam to where he could stand up out of the water. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Little blue droplets of Azurinium-kissed water dripped down his face and arms.

I stripped off my coverup and laid it at the edge of the pool. Plunking down, I allowed my legs to dangle in the water. Despite the darkness of the cave, Jay seemed to glisten, like he was in blue-tinged sunlight. I sat transfixed, my lip between my teeth, as he waded toward me in the waist-deep water. He moved his body between my legs, then laid a trail of insistent kisses down my neck. I felt him untie the string of my bikini top from behind my back. His hands found my breasts, cupping each as if to lift them. He stripped off my top, took a step back, and looked at me, topless and covered in his hand and lip prints like they had been painted on with an iridescent blue paint.

“I’ve always liked you in blue,” he said, admiring his work possessively.

“So, you’re the one who’s responsible for the fact that my wardrobe is almost entirely blue, then?” I asked jokingly.

“I threw some white in there,” he retorted.

“You picked out my bras and panties?” I asked incredulously, thinking of my nearly all-white undergarments.

“Come here,” he said, taking a step back and beckoning me into the water.

The look in his eyes was determined. I kept his stare, rolling my lower lip beneath my teeth. But I was still skeptical of swimming in the blue-dyed water. His stare moved to my lip between my teeth.

“Get in,” he growled.

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