Page 27 of The Beautiful Blade

Charlotte shivered as I soaped them. The silken membranes gleamed under the warm water. The faint iridescence caught the light with every careful stroke of my fingers. I worked the lather in gently, massaging along the fine structure, mindful of the tender joints where wing met back.

I knew where her sensitive spots were. The slightest brush along the lower ridge sent a ripple through her body. My hands slowed, tracing over the intricate veins that shimmered just beneath the surface, following their natural patterns as though they were etched into my memory.

Her wings quivered as I rinsed the suds away, the weight of water making them heavier, drooping slightly under the cascade. I caught them, lifting one carefully, letting the droplets roll off my fingertips. They were so much stronger than they looked but still impossibly delicate. Like her. Like everything about her that made her both fierce and breathtaking.

Her breasts had grown. They werefuller in my hands. Her ass too. It had gotten stronger. We both were warriors now, each determined to protect the other.

As I washed away the dirt and blood from her perfect skin, she stood still. Oh, she squirmed, but she did not move away. She had never moved away from my touch.

"Please, Jorge."

"Shhh, my starlight."

Now was not the time for what she wanted. We had to plan. We had to strategize. Maybe I could get us out with my position in the military. But then Prince Adom would know he had the wrong bride, and they would take her from me.

No, the Games were likely the best place for us to hide while the Prince of Solmane took his vows with the imposter.

"Please."

Charlotte's gaze was on my prosthetic hand. The look was heated. It was the same look as when she'd come to me in the middle of the night, when we were barely full grown. The look that only I could ease.

This woman was my world. I would bend space and time for her. All she was asking was for me to offer her release. It was what I was made for. It was her right to ask me for pleasure. And so I gave it to her.

I pressed myfinger to her core.

"Yes, Jorge."

The prosthetic was connected to my brain. I only had to give it a command. The metal came to life like it was sentient and it wanted to do this.

Charlotte gasped as I sent the warmth of a single digit straight to her clit. She moaned as my attachment began to hum. I'd made it with her in mind. Though I'd never actually used this feature. So I'd never had the occasion to calibrate it.

She orgasmed in five seconds flat. Her body jerked and spasmed as though it had been struck by lightning. She stopped breathing for five seconds after that as she tried to regain control of her limbs.

But my girl was a greedy fae. One orgasm had never been enough for her. I kicked her thighs apart. Her legs were weak from her first release, but now I was strong enough to support her.

I hefted her up against the shower wall until her core was flush against my face. I draped her thighs over my shoulders. Her heels hit my back. Her knees pressed against my ears.

I took a deep inhale of my favorite scent, realizing that there were fresh new notes that hadn't been there before. I released a heated exhale against her open folds that had her shivering. Then I dug into my meal. I gorged myself on the nectar I'd been deprived of, the nectar I'd fought for for the last three years.

Charlotte's nails dug into my shoulders. She began shaking. Her heels dug into my back. Her knees pressed against my temples. I pulled a deeper orgasm from her, one that had her whole body shaking. And I didn't stop. I was never going to stop now that I had her back.

This was how we would exist in this world. Charlotte would be wrapped around my face as I walked, as we ate, as we slept. Because I was in paradise.

I leaned her against the shower walls and tilted her hips forward. I pressed harder to capture the sweet honey that gushed from between her thighs. I licked up every last drop and coaxed more to come down from the treasure trove inside her core. We stayed that way in the shower until her skin was a shriveled prune, her voice hoarse from an hour of moaning, and my tongue was sated with the taste of her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHARLOTTE

It was exactly like I remembered; Jorge suckled my clit, licked into my channel, and nibbled at my folds until I'd passed out. Which pissed me off because I had been dreaming of his cock for three long years.

I woke to a wet dream of him inside me. Jorge was long, that I knew from when I sat on his face and leaned back as he made my hips convulse all over his nose and chin. I'd reach behind myself for purchase and a time or two I'd met with the hard lengthof him. His weapon rested low on his thigh and gave me something fierce to hold on to.

But Jorge rarely let me bring him to completion. When I managed to get my hands on him, he'd flip me over and dive back into my core until I was a whimpering mess. Or I passed out. Which is what happened during my shower.

I woke up clean and refreshed. My core was swollen like a sated hog. It was somewhat uncomfortable to close my thighs with my nether region so fat. As full as I felt, it wasn't enough. I wanted Jorge inside of me.

Not his fingers. Not his tongue. I wanted his cock.

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