So I pour all my focus into the kiss, into making her feel good. I guide her through the motions, showing her how to move her lips and how to tangle her tongue with mine. And goddamn, she's a quick study. It's like she was made for this, made for me.
The way she molds herself against me, the little noises she makes, the taste of her on my tongue... it's enough to drive me insane. And I'm pretty sure I've already booked a one-way ticket to crazy town because I can't get enough of her.
Breaking away from her lips, I trail a path of searing wet kisses down the column of her throat. She arches into me, gasping as I explore the smooth expanse of her skin. Fuck. What I would give to sink my teeth into her silky flesh—but I'll wait. Wait until she's begging for my bite.
I lick a hot stripe up her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my tongue. I find that sweet spot just below her ear and latch, sucking and nibbling until she's squirming against me.
Her hands fly up to my hair, fingers curling into the strands and tugging me closer. "Lucian..." she whimpers, and fuck me runnin', the way she says my name makes me want to do all sorts of dirty, depraved things to her.
I work my way back up, peppering her skin with open-mouthed kisses until I reach her lips again. I capture them, my tongue delving into the sweet recesses of her mouth. She meets me stroke for stroke, her tongue tangling with mine in a sensual dance.
The heat between us is so intense that I'm surprised we haven't spontaneously combusted. The sounds she's making, the little sighs and moans, are like a symphony to my ears. A filthy, X-rated symphony that's making my dick harder than a diamond in an ice storm.
It's a fucking rush, knowing that I'm the one making her feel this way. I'm introducing her to the world of pleasure and passion. And I swear on all that's holy, I will make it my mission to rock her world in every way possible.
And together, we're going to set this fucking world on fire.
Rhyland
43
The air is thick with the scent of salt and ancient secrets as Dani, and I approach the alcove beyond the pool we just entered. The winding tunnels amplify every sound, from the echoing slap of our footsteps against the slick rock to the steadydrip, drip, dripof water that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. I keep Dani's hand clasped tightly in mine as we navigate the twisting passageways, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
Every now and then, the tunnels open up, offering tantalizing glimpses of the cavern far below. The water is a brilliant, impossible blue, so clear and bright it almost hurts to look at. Beneath the surface, I can see a kaleidoscope of rocks and coral in every color imaginable, like a fucking underwater rainbow.
When we finally reach the spot Mirella pointed out to us, we find ourselves standing at the edge of a massive pool that takes up most of the cavern. The water churns and swirls like a whirlpool, making me feel dizzy just looking at it. "So, what the hell are we supposed to do now?" I ask, my voice echoing off the cave walls.
Dani shrugs, her lips pursed in thought. "Beats me. Calypso just said to go through the Pools of Reflection, something about a pure soul or whatever."
I snort, my confidence taking a nosedive faster than a lead balloon. Pure souls? Yeah, I'm pretty fucking sure that counts me out. Dani must feel my doubts through our bond because she reaches up and cups my cheek, her honey-gold eyes locking onto mine.
"Hey," her voice soft but firm. "None of that broody bullshit, mister. We're in this together, no matter what. So quit your moping, and let's figure this out, okay?"
I can't help but smile at her sass, even as my heart clenches with a love so fierce it takes my breath away. "Okay, baby.Together."
Dani leans forward, peering into the swirling depths of the pool. The current is so strong that it whips her hair around her face like a tornado, the chestnut strands dancing in the eerie blue light that seems to emanate from the water itself.
Suddenly, a voice booms out from around us, so loud and deep that it makes my bones vibrate."What is your reflection?"it asks the words echoing off the cave walls until it sounds like a chorus.
I whip my head around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but there's nothing there. Just the empty cave and the endless expanse of water. "What the fuck?" I mutter under my breath, my hand instinctively reaching for the weapon at my side.
The whirlpools have disappeared, leaving behind a surface as smooth and still as glass. The water is so clear and perfectly calm that it looks more like a mirror than a pool. I can see every detail of the cave reflected in its surface, from the jagged rocks that line the edges to the faint glow of the bioluminescent algae that cling to the walls.
What lies beneath that glassy surface? What secrets does this ancient place hold? I have no fucking clue.
Dani, being the sassy little minx that she is, just cocks her head to the side and grins. "A talking pool? Well, that's a new one. What's next, a singing toilet? Should I start reciting 'mirror, mirror on the wall' and hope for the best?"
I can't help but laugh at her quick wit, even as I shake my head in disbelief. "I don't think that's gonna cut it this time, Angel. Wrong fairytale."
Dani nods, her lips twitching with amusement. "Right. Okay, let's try this again." She leans forward, staring into the still pool like she's trying to see straight through to the other side. "Hello? Anybody home? We come in peace, I swear."
I step up beside her, my shoulder brushing against hers as I peer into the water. Our reflections stare back at us, calm and still. But there's something else there, too, something just beneath the surface that I can't quite make out. It's like trying to see through a veil of mist, all shadowy shapes and half-formed images that slip away before I can grasp them.
"What do you see?"
Dani squints, leaning in even closer, "I'm not sure. It's like... like something is moving down there, but I can't quite make it out."
As she speaks, the voice rings out again, louder this time."What is your reflection?"it demands, the force of it making the water trembleand dance.
