His bulging shaft rests against my stomach, growing hotter with each passing moment.
“How are you still so eager?” I look from his cock to his now amused face.
“For you, I’ll always be eager. The thought of your moans getting caught in my mouth, and your pussy wet for me? It’s enough to almost have me lose myself on that alone.”
A smirk slowly slides on my face.
Kassiel’s eyebrow arches up and he shakes his head with a chuckle before closing the distance between us.
He grabs my side hastily and we’re back to crashing our mouths in a battle of wills. We continue like this before he grows impatient and fists his own cock while delving between my thighs with his other hand.
I can only kneel there, my legs spread wide for him while grasping his shoulders to keep upright from the overwhelming sensation that grows.
His thumb continues the pressure on my bundle of nerves while his fore and middle finger pump inside me before curling and delivering the sweetest orgasm of my life.
His mouth comes over mine to seal in my moans. I grip his thick cock, swollen and hot, to finish him and quickly slide my hand over his head as he comes, feeling his warm seed seep out of my clenched fist.
He quickly pulls a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and hands it to me. Once I’ve cleaned myself, he wipes himself before folding it neatly back up and tucking it in his back pocket.
I’m not sure what this means for us, or how I’ll explain things to Leeson, but one thing is certain, I’m fucked.
Chapter 22
Kassiel
Somehow, the goddess grants us a clear night sky, the starfalls shooting brighter than I’ve seen them in turns. I squint, looking towards the mountain tops. The auroras paint their pink hues across the deepening purple backdrop.
We walk hand in hand through the hushed, vacant streets. She had murmured about Leeson and Caym, but ultimately she chose to come with me. She chose me. It’s still disconcerting that so much of what I’ve known the last two—hundred some turns, is changing, forging a path that still feels forbidden to me.
After sending Kina back to Caym, we set out to find a space of our own amidst the broken village. Despite the torment manyare laden with, their grief, and the smell of burning bodies, it’s the closest to the Plains of Elmir I’ve ever reached. Though their lives are currently in limbo, mine, for a moment, appears to be a reprieve from the hellscape I normally endure.
“Tell me, little warrior,” I whisper, “what brought you to this place, truly? You can’t say because The Hidden commanded it.”
Her eyes dart to mine before speaking, “To Treach?”
I huff out a laugh. She’s still untrusting it seems.
I reply, “To the northern part of the kingdom. The Siltar Woods are not kind to travelers. What eventsbroughtyou here.”
The facts of The Hidden are somewhat known to me. King Euron had filled in enough details to help us understand the nuisance they were causing him by traipsing through the kingdom spreading their unrest. I want to know what fuelsherfight.
Her hand releases the pressure she’s been squeezing on mine, but doesn’t necessarily pull away either.
Her face, illuminated by moons' light, reveals nothing though I see her contemplating the way she bites her lip. It’s delicate and I bet she doesn’t even know she does it. I trace her lips, memorizing every arch and curve before moving onto her freckled skin, the dusting reminding me of my favorite constellations.
“You want to know how I came to know The Hidden?” she finally asks.
Her nervous energy has my curiosity growing. I face her and continue, “If you’re willing to share, I’m more than eager to hear about the things that make you continue on.”
Her soft lip turns up in a smile and a small dimple appears. “No one has asked me that before.”
The way she peers into my eyes, really searches my soul, rattles something in me. Something that was tucked away a long time ago.
I bring my finger up to her jawline and drag my calloused finger along her perfect skin. “I would listen to you talk about slug slime if it allowed me another chance at seeing you smile.”
Her smile breaks wider in the same instance that the soft illumination from earlier, heriludreer, begins to glow along her arms, casting her in faint, shimmering white light.
She looks down, her eyes enraptured by the dancing flecks of light.
