The air shimmered around her, the space between her thighsgrowing damp and slick as she rubbed them together. Her breaths were loud, as were theirs.
Luella’s lids fell closed—touches, lips against her skin.
Memories ofangelbeing whispered over her cheeks.
And she opened her eyes. The lake reflected the sun, and the lovers lay upon the bed of grass, entwined. She wanted to imprint this image into her mind forever. She wanted this, too.
Their forms rippled like the surface of the lake, the tree tops fizzled, and her legs felt unsteady, unable to hold her up.
She blinked—the scent of cloves and honey melted against her skin, warming her from the inside.
Enora’s eyes were squeezed shut, her back arching, chest forced up into his. Caliban braced an arm by her head, hips moving as he leaned down to press a soft, gentle kiss against her temple.
The sight of the lake tilted to the side… Or maybe that was Luella.
And she was forced to leave this space.
A unison of pleased moans echoed throughout, following her as she woke up.
2
LET IN THE TEMPEST
LUELLA
Luella’s eyelids drifted open.
The soft sound of the pitter-patter of rain melted against her senses.
Blearily, she stared out into the dimness. She was lying in her bed, the fluttering white canopy above her doing little to block out the faintest rays of light threatening to break through the thick mass of puffy white clouds that covered the early morning sky.
She felt odd.
Her head was pillowed on soft feathers wrapped in silk. Her body was wrapped in sheets of cool silk. Her gown was a weave of thin silk, tiny straps slipping off her shoulders, the neckline dipping so low her breasts were nearly exposed.
The air was nippy, yet she wasburning.
Her hands curled under her chin as she faced the glass doors of the balcony. Rain fell in thin sheets, but it was slowly picking up with every moment.
A tempest—if the gusts of wind that knocked against the windows and rattled the doorknob were anything to go by.
Her tongue poked out to wet her chapped lips, and a sigh fell from them, long and weighty. She did not want to get up. Did not want to start her day.
She would be content to stay in bed forever.
If she were left alone, that was.
Luella knew her time alone was short and fleeting, so she rolled onto her back, arching with a big stretch, her toes pointed, and her neck craned back. She blew out air between her teeth, and a particularly large gust of wind made the glass doors shake fiercely.
She couldn’t rid herself of the odd feeling that something was amiss. That there was something she was supposed to be remembering. She was full of melancholy and…
Want.
As she shifted, preparing to sit up, she felt something strange between her legs. Her hand trailed down, her eyes wide as she felt herself. She nudged the thin fabric of her panties aside with her finger, dipping between her legs as she ghosted a trembling, hesitant touch over herself.
Her finger came away glistening with wetness.
Luella gasped and wiped her hand on the top of the silken bedsheets. She sat up quickly, pushing her white hair out of her face with the start of a scowl.