Page 87 of Of Shadow and Moon

Her lips crash back into mine. She steps back before going to drop to her knees. No.

I grab her chin roughly, but soft. I pull her up, careful not to hurt her. She stands with her brow furrowed, confused. “Tonight is all about me pleasuring you. Tonight,I am yours.” Her eyes flutter and I smell her arousal. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Yes.” She whispers. I walk her back to my desk and use both of my hands to squeeze her ass and wrap her legs around me as I set her down. I walk forward, causing her to open her legs wide. I feel her shiver beneath me, one hand cupping her chin, and the other holding her head roughly so her face looks directly up into my eyes.

“I’m going to eat your fucking pussy like it’s the last meal I will ever have.” Her eyes go wide before I pull her into a kiss. Her arms are all over me as we fight for dominance.

Our lips and teeth clashing against each other. I pull away from her, my eyes never leaving hers, as I slowly lower myself between her legs, until I am eye level with her cunt. She is wearing lacey red underwear. I don’t feel bad as I rip them with my teeth. I blow hot air and feel her tense as she lets out a long moan.

“Nazriel,” she groans.

My name on her lips is enough to send me into darkness. I devour her. I lap up all of her.

“Fuck me, Nazriel.Please,” she begs.

“I am going to make you cum twice with just my tongue and my fingers.” I add another finger. Her hands are now at her side, gripping the desk, her knuckles turning white. Her hips are bucking, trying to force my mouth and my fingers to go deeper. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot when you’re greedy.”

“Yes, Nazriel. Yes.” I moan into her pussy.

“Say my name again,” I growl, pushing a third finger in while licking at her clit. I feel her tense up before screaming my name again. Her release hitting her while she continues to ride my face and my fingers. She falls back on to her elbows, her chest heaving as she refuses to look at me. I pick her up, putting her legs above my shoulders as I lay down, positioning her right above my face. I lick my lips, her wetness coating my chin.

Selestina tries to stand, but I pull her down farther down on my face. “What the fuck are you doing?” she snarls at me.

I look up at her and snarl back, “I told you that I am going to make you cum twice with my tongue and my fingers, and I have only made you cum once.” Her eyes widen right before I shove my tongue back into her sweet cunt. Her hips melt down into me, already riding my face like her life depends on it. I smile into her pussy, loving how easy it is to make her ride me.

My finger trails down her back and down her sweet ass. I use both my hands to spread her cheeks before trailing a finger to her puckered hole. She immediately tenses before sitting up on her knees. “Absolutely fucking not!” She seethes.

“You need to relax.” I give her little warning before I am slamming her hips back into my face, right before I use myfinger to gather up some of her juices, and plunging a finger slowly into her back hole. She tenses again. “Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

Physically.

I shake the thought before returning my full focus back to her.

She instantly relaxes, and I realize she trusts me. The thought makes my chest hurt. I push back the guilt before slowly pushing another finger in ass. She lets out another long moan.

“That’s it, baby. You are doing so good.” I feel her pussy clench on my tongue, and I realize she is close again. I’ve barely pushed my fingers in deeper, when I feel her explode all over my face. I lap up every bit of it. She slows her thrusts, riding out the waves on my face.

She is breathing hard, her chest heaving, as she slowly crawls back down my body before she slumps on me. My hands instinctively wrap around her back, relishing this one moment of peace. I feel her fall asleep before I hear her soft snores. I lay my head back, and smile to myself, exhaustion hitting me. Enjoying this moment of happiness before everything goes to shit.

She’s gonethe next morning. No trace of her left behind but the burning memory and scent of her still in the air.

Chapter 50

Selestina

Iglance into the small mirror propped on my desk, my reflection staring back with a coldness I barely recognize. My hazel eyes, the flecks of gold catching in the dim lamplight, seem to hold questions even I don't have the answers to.

My skin looks paler than usual, the bruising from weeks of combat training still fading around my neck and shoulders. But beneath it, something stirs, something that isn't me, ever since my death, even more so after the shadows, and now it’s undeniable after the resurrection of the bird, and the stress of everything else.

I press my palm against my chest, over the steady rhythm of my heart, willing it to slow. Something is wrong, something is fundamentally off and I don't need Nasarea's sharp looks or the cryptic stanzas of an ancient prophecy to tell me that anymore. It's in the way my body moves, the way my senses sharpen in ways no human's should, the way magic clings to me.

What am I? The thought cuts through me.

It comes flooding into my mind, the bird jerking oddly under my fingers, unnatural light behind its eyes. I squeeze them closed, willing the image gone. It's seared in now, though, a permanent reminder that whatever I did wasn't normal magic.

I let out a frustrated sigh and swing my legs over the side of the bed, standing. The cool stone floor bites at my bare feet, as I cross the room to the desk. The scent of ink and parchment lingers from the books I borrowed from the library, their ancient bindings stacked in precarious towers around my room. But none of them have given me answers, only more questions.

Alexander's name hides in the back of my mind, never spoken but acknowledged nonetheless. I dig into the edge of the desk with my knuckles whitening. Could he have known? Did he do this to me?

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