Page 32 of Felix and the Spy

“Good girl.” He rubbed her back soothingly.

She scoffed, blowing her nose into his handkerchief. “You’re not supposed to praise me when I mess up.”

“You didn’t mess up.”

“What do you call that outburst in the court? I’m too embarrassed to face the king again. I wish I could just disappear.”

His circles grew larger. She really liked his hands on her. It made her feel grounded. “Amara, you did really well. You’re entitled to your emotions.”

“Not in front of the king!” She stopped crying, finally registering the impact of her actions. “Oh god, I feel so depressed.” A beam of light from the open door fell on Felix’s face. She gazed at his cropped, groomed hair, his black coat, and felt her heartbeat speed up. Running a hand through his gray hair, she asked, “You have a lot of white hair. I thought demons didn’t age.”

“I was born with that color,” Felix said, self-consciously touching his locks. Their fingers met. “Just like King Delton, who has that single streak of silver.”

“It looks good on you. Makes you look distinguished. And…” Now that she was done crying, she could feel the stirrings of desire.

“And?”

“Makes me want to kiss you.”

Oh, this was disastrous. She was going from one poor decision to another. From crying in public to kissing her boss where anybody could see them. This could spell the end of her career. Of both their careers and reputations. But Amara was too far gone to care. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his warm, straight lips. The rough fabric of his coat abraded the top of her breasts, making her hotter for him. Immediately, his hold on her tightened. He kissed her back, this time with more tenderness than passion. She sought the familiarity of his mouth, sinking deep into it. This was the escape she craved when heavy emotions overtook her. But kissing Felix didn’t feel like escapism anymore. It felt like falling deep into an abyss, treading on a foggy path with an unknown destination.

She no longer felt his presence just between her legs, in that wet spot that throbbed for his touch. She felt it everywhere, cracking open her chest and filling it with joy, making her upper belly flutter, filling her ears with birdsong. Amara no longer had to forget the grief that haunted her, because he was with her in the darkness, holding her hand and kissing her until the first ray of hope broke through. The words from the first letter she ever wrote to him filled her mind.

As for what friendship means to me, it means having someone who isn’t afraid to step on the battlefield with me. Someone who isn’t overwhelmed by the depth of my pain, but willing to hold my hand as I find my way through the darkness.

“What are you thinking?” Felix broke the kiss, watching her eyes mist once more.

I could love you so easily.

His irises turned translucent when the light hit them. Amara’s belly clenched. She couldn’t tell him what she was really thinking. Felix still loved his dead wife. This was supposed to be a temporary affair.

“I’m thinking it’d be a waste if you don’t take this gown off me.”

He groaned. Grabbing fistfuls of clothing, she pulled him in for a kiss, burying her apprehensions in the heat of passion.

Eleven

Felix

Shadows fell over Felix’s face as he stood outside Amara’s house an hour later, watching the dark flower shop next to the mailbox. This was the place she’d written to him about in her letters.

Amara was too embarrassed to go back to the party after the scene. Instead, she went home, with Felix promising to follow her later.

He walked up the creaky stairs to her house on the second floor. The door opened as soon as he knocked.

She stood on the other side, still wearing her ivory gown. Amara looked so beautiful, so radiant, so ethereal, that he almost thought he was dreaming. He’d wanted to tear it off her all night and feel her breasts in his palm.

“You’re here.” Her low voice ignited something deep in his belly. Dark eyes watched him hungrily, all traces of tears wiped from her face. Tugging at the lapels of his shirt, she pulled him in and locked the door. Then, she pushed him against the door and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, as she began removing his clothes. She tore his coat off, and he thrust his tongue between her lips, feeling her arch into him. His shirt went next. She greedily ran her hands all over his hot skin, feeling the muscles on his chest and arms. He reached for the buttons on the back of her gown and undid them. When the gown loosened around her shoulders, he pulled it down, releasing her breasts. Amara’s mouth retreated. He grabbed her waist and turned her around until her back was resting on the wall. When she moved, the dress slid down her arms and pooled at her feet.

Her breasts spilled over the translucent chemise that she tugged at, relieving herself of the final piece of clothing. Yards of bronzed, beautiful skin filled his vision. She was perfect, with her high, round breasts that spilled over her tiny waist. Her hips were wide and curved, her perfect, peachy ass pressed against the wall. Amara's short legs were pressed together.

He cupped her breasts in his large hands, bending down to kiss them. His hot mouth closed over a tight nipple. She gasped.

“Are you feeling better?” His teeth grazed her nipple, tweaking the other one between his rough fingers. He felt her soft breasts press into his face, surrounding him with the scent of her.

“I am now.” She dug her hands into his hair. She arched her back, feeding him her nipple. He licked it, circling round and round with his tongue until sparks of pleasure rocked her body.

“Just like that…” Her body rocked against him. He moved to her other nipple, biting down lightly with his teeth before soothing it with his cool tongue. He suckled it gently, eliciting more moans from her shaking body. He went back and forth between her breasts, licking and nipping until her legs were shaking. She sagged against him, nails scraping on his naked back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and sagged against him. Gripping her ass cheeks with one hand, he lifted her hips and carried her to the bedroom. Her wet pussy dragged against his abdomen, leaving a trail of juices on him.

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