It felt so fucking good, like her lightning striking him in the eye of a storm, with every assault electrifying his core. It had been years since he had done this, since he had felt this type of sensation. He stood in the shower, with lips parted, and eyebrows furrowed, savoring the warmth of the water and the silky friction.
He tried not to quicken his pace, but it felt so fucking addicting to give in to this craving, to this consuming torrent of pleasure.
He daydreamed about her heavenly smell just minutes before.
The thought of making her orgasm and the possible sounds she might make caused him to shudder and stroke himself harder.
He ran his tongue across his lips and inhaled deeply while dreaming about how she might taste and the way her clit would feel pressed against his tongue.
The silky sensations were overwhelming, finally easing the years of tightly wound tension with each unyielding caress.
His abdomen tightened, and he gazed down, staring at the enlarged head of his cock—swollen, supple, and ready.
The thought of her sucking on it, with his cum dripping from her beautiful, full lips, was the final indulgence, the capstone to this rhapsody.
A growl erupted from his lips as he threw his face toward the ceiling, his legs buckling beneath him. Waves of tingling heat swept through him like a blazing storm, tearing through every nerve from the very core of his being.
He crashed down with the water hitting the top of his head, his climax breaking him open, uncoiling the tension and angst of years past.
He fucked his fist as hard as he could, not wanting it to end, never wanting it to end, feeling like he found himself in heaven, with her on his mind, and allowed his cum to paint the walls of the shower.
Seda is mine,was his final thought.
The only thought that mattered.
Chapter 6
Seda
Seda jolted awake in the darkness, where distant screams and gurgling sounds echoed around her. Her breath caught, and she felt a shiver run through her body.
A slow drip hit her arm as the heavy smell of copper and iron filled the air. Her wrists felt heavy as she slowly stood on unsteady legs, reaching out her trembling hands to explore her surroundings, with the sound of rattling chains clinking as she moved.
As the distant screaming grew louder, she backed away as far as she could, her head hitting the wall behind her, and she slipped on something slick.
She curled into a tight ball, the only way she knew to protect herself.
Footsteps echoed as an orange glow lit up the area. Seda peeked out from under her arm and saw that she was trapped, chained in a dungeon deep within a long, dark hall lined with cells. A small, metal bed stained with old, dark blood sat beside her, with a bucket placed near the bars.
Panic began to seize her throat, and her breathing became labored.
“Looks like my albino-freak has finally woken up.”
Seda shot up in bed,sweat coating her forehead and dread wringing its ugly claws across her chest. Daylight streamed through the windows as Seda gazed at them, panic still rushing through her in a relentless assault.
She inhaled deeply, reassuring herself that it was only a nightmare. She wasn’t in the Camp anymore. She was in Umbrea. She wassafe.
She ran one hand over her face, rubbing her eyes and exhaling slowly through pursed lips. Her other hand ran over her heart, feeling the racing beating below the soft material of her nightgown.
After Cahir left the night before, she made sure to find something suitable to wear from the massive closet. She glanced upward through the glass ceiling, watching the green orbs floating and fluttering amongst the clouds.
I’m safe,she reassured herself.
A gentle knock sounded at her door, and she quickly turned to it, choking out, “Yes?”
The door swung open, revealing a small, wiry Fae woman with messy hair. “My name’s Suza, and I’ve been instructed to serve as your lady’s maid during your stay here at Umbrea. Breakfast is almost ready, and King Ael is waiting for you.” She moved to the closet doors and entered.
Seda noticed the angry scowl the woman made as she turned toward the closet. “There’s no need. I’m fully capable of dressing myself,” she stated.
