Page 124 of Lourdes & the Mafia
And what a glorious sight it is. And she sees it, too.
Bare from the waist down, her nipples poking through the silk top she wears, her curls wild and untamed and beautiful. Her brown skin glistens an almost golden hue in the room.
My wings frame her body like they belong to her.
“Beautiful,” I tell her in the mirror. Our eyes hold. “You are beautiful.”
I pull away, an idea forming in my mind. She makes a move to follow, but I make a noise in the back of my throat. A sound that is a command and halts her in her tracks.
“Do not move, my queen. Let me do something for you.”
Her breath hitches and the sharp tang of her arousal and fear permeates the air.
“Do not fear me.” I frown.
“You are a very frightening man.” She is breathless.
“But I would never hurt you,” I tell her. “Never.”
“I know.”
My hand reaches out, my talon snagging against the back of her silk top. The tip of my black claw presses against the skin just at the base of her neck, making her shiver. I smirk and then tug downwards. The material snags against my claw, tearing down the middle. She gasps as it slips from her skin, leaving her completely bare in front of my mirror.
Perfect.
Her heavy breasts hang low, her brown nipples pointed to painful peaks. Her body is a treasure, covered in marks and scars, with flesh that hangs in places and is tight in others. Her belly is round at the front and at her sides, her ass perfect, her thighs grazing and kissing in the middle.
Everything about her is perfect.
“Close your eyes, my queen.”
Her breath hitches and she is slow to obey, but obey she does.
It isn’t until her eyes are closed that I pull the magic towards me, letting it swirl around the room. I give it life, give it form, letting it wrap around her and kiss her skin in the softest of caresses. She feels it like a touching graze of fingertips, as the shadows separate and reform, forming ropes and straps like a corset and a harness both, wrapping around her shoulders, chest, and breasts. I tighten shadowy strings in places, and it causes her breasts to hitch slightly higher, her breathing to come out labored. The shadows move again, this time against her back, from right between her shoulder blades.
Then the magic begins to really work, spreading and spanning. I give her what I’ve pictured her to be from the moment she landed within the Underworld.
I give her what is her right.
How I see her.
How the demons see her.
What she truly is.
A fucking queen.
Lourdes
Theanticipationiskillingme slowly. I can feel the whisper of Kane’s magic against my skin. Kissing and flickering. Every touch is like a soft caress that ignites arousal on my body.
I try to shift, but remain still against the assault of his magic. It tightens around my chest and I heave a breath, my breathing going labored at the force of the action.
I flex my thighs, crossing my knees to stave away the desire before his magic pulls me taut and I’m forced to stand straight.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel the air move, like the slight blowing of a breeze or a seductive breath fanning my flames. Something at my back. Something against my forehead. My hair is pushed aside, not by his fingers but by his magic.
He can touch me now. I don’t know how, but he can, and yet he uses his magic still, like it’s something he got used to. And while I love it, I want his fingers, his hands, his lips.
