Page 32 of Vathia
His hands squeeze my thighs again like he’s trying to control himself. “No it’s not that. Our dragons seem to have forgotten to close their bonds all the way. We’re feeling the remnants of their… mating,” he states quietly like he’s afraid to break this moment, but he doesn’t let go.
I realize he’s right, but I also know that this is what I’m feeling too. It’s not just the dragons, and it’s confirmed when I finish closing my bond with Vasari. “It’s okay, it’s just a massage right?” I swallow thickly, glancing at him from over my shoulder.
His eyes are molten but he nods. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
I give him a jerky nod and rest my head back down as he continues where he left off, albeit this time there’s a tenseness in his hands as they run along my skin. He works his way back up my one thigh and his fingers accidently graze my panties, right where the most tender parts of me are hidden. We both moan, his touch eliciting a fire in my lower belly, and it’s then that I come to the conclusion that I don’t care. I want him to touch me, so I lift my hips and spread my legs a bit—a quiet invitation.
My nerves feel like they’re on fire.
His finger runs up my center and I moan again.
“Just tell me to stop,” he whispers, his voice deep and choked with need.
I find a bit of that courage I had before and reply, “Don’t stop.”
Aemon growls before hooking his fingers in my panties and pulling them down, and when the air hits me, I realize I’m not just wet for him. I’m soaked.
He groans, “Roll over. I need you on your back. I want to see your face.”
When I don’t comply fast enough I’m flipped over, but he’s still kneeling on the edge of the bed. Shadows snake acrossmy body and pull my arms above my head. It’s not his fingers that touch me but his magick. My heart rate increases with fear, but I can see it’s Aemon and I know he won’t hurt me.
More shadows wrap around my knees and pull my legs apart, giving him a full view of me. I’ve never been so turned on and exposed in my life. He moves like a predator, never taking his eyes off me as he settles on his knees between mine.
“I’m keeping my word. I’m not going to touch you until you beg for it, but my shadows are another story.”
Before I can ask what he means, a shadow tendril slips between my legs and rubs my clit, causing my hips to thrust forward, while another teases at my entrance.
“Fuck you’re stunning. Even when you’re bloodthirsty and stabbing me, I want nothing more than to bend you over and have my way with you. You’ve always been ours,” he purrs as another tendril snakes up under my tunic. It twists around my nipple and pulls slightly and I can’t help the moan of raw pleasure that escapes me.
There’s so much going on and he’s playing my body like he knows exactly what I want, when I’m not even sure what that is.
The shadow at my entrance disappears and I’m shocked at the whimper that leaves my mouth.
“You’re a needy female, aren’t you? Do you feel empty, Little Dream? Do you want my tongue in your cunt while my shadows play with your body?” He doesn’t touch me but I can feel his breath against my core.
I nod voraciously, lost to the pleasure he’s bringing to my body.
The shadow that’s lazily rubbing my clit stops. “I need your words. I need you to beg for my tongue.”
“Please, Aemon,” I beg, lifting my hips as I search for friction. Anything.
The shadows all pull away and I feel bare without them. “I don’t think you want this enough,” he teases darkly.
Another whimper escapes. “Fucking fates. Please, Aemon. I need your mouth on me. I want you to fuck me with your shadows,” I nearly cry. Maybe it’s the bond pushing me like a jezebel but I couldn’t care less. I want Aemon and I need him now. I want to know what it’s like to have him fling me over the cliff.
“Thank the fucking fates,” I think I hear him mutter. “I’m far too selfish to stop right now.”
His tongue licks right up my center and the groan that comes out of him almost has me shattering beneath him. The shadows come back with a vengeance, running along my body, lighting each nerve ending on fire. It’s almost too much, and not enough at the same time.
This tantalizing male circles my clit with his tongue and I feel his tendrils tease my entrance. When I thrust my hips, needing more, he chuckles. “My shadows won’t be the first to enter this sweet cunt. When it’s you and me, it’ll be my cock that will fill you up.”
“Please. I want that so badly,” I beg.
He curses. “We should wait until you have a clear head to make that decision. Just let me make you feel good.” He goes back to eating my pussy like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted and when he nips my clit, I explode. My knees try to pull together as my body quivers with release, but he doesn’t let them, using his shadows to keep me spread wide for him.
Slowly the shadows recede and he slides up my body. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers before lowering his head and kissing me.
His lips are hard and tender all at the same time and I can’t help but wrap my arms around him and pull him closer,deepening the kiss. The taste of me on him drives me wild, like something primal inside of me has been satisfied.
