She bucks against me. The slick heat sends my head spinning, and I savor every moan and cry as I feast upon her. She tastes delightful, salty and sweet all at once. With each lick and suck, she gets wetter and hotter. It’s so delicious, I’m afraid I’ve bespelled myself with an addiction.
I lap at her clit, her thighs squeezing around my head. My cock is stiff against my armor, and I imagine tearing free of it all and taking her now.
Thankfully, I retain some sense within this ecstasy.
But she hasn’t. “Take this off, Ez,” she begs, pounding at my shoulder plates. The backwards helmet muffles her voice. “I want you inside me. Please.”
I tear myself away from her pussy and drift my hands over her breasts. As much as I want to rip off this beautiful dress and suck her beautiful breasts into my mouth, I can’t destroy her fragile outfit. There’s no way I’m walking her out of here naked. “When I take you, it will be among the cherry blossoms and the wildflowers. It will be under the cloud-dusted sky, with only the birds to hear your screams.” I sink my teeth into her collar bone. “Not buried under the dirt like two corpses.”
She lets out a frustrated growl and pulls at the back of my hair. “But—”
“No buts.” I descend back down between her thighs. “You’ll have to be satisfied with this for now, Baby Girl.”
I plunge two fingers deep within her warmth and curl. She releases a desperate, nearly feral cry and arches her back. I bury my face in her again, sucking deeply on her clit. My fingers and mouth work in rhythmic tandem, making her legs tense and untense around me.
“Ez… Ez, oh my god.”
I can’t stop the smile forming as I press harder and she unravels, her sweet nectar dripping over my tongue.
And it’s like her climax sends a rush through me, a tumbling of joy and wonder that blooms from my heart and extends out my fingers.
Her release sends her body quivering, but I don’t stop, eagerly lapping up every drop I can until she’s rigid and panting beneath me.
“Oh, Ez,” she whispers. “This is a heck of a party.”
I laugh and shuffle up beside her. I pull her body against mine, the steel helm resting on my chest. Her hand drifts down between my thighs. “I want to please you.”
I grab her wrist. Though my cock aches, I know we’ve been gone too long. “The others are going to send out a search party if we don’t get back soon. Besides, tonight is for you. Think of it as retribution for Dayton’s foolishness.”
“Okay,” she whispers, but curls tighter against me.
“I should probably take this back.” I knock on the helmet.
“My eyes are closed.”
I pop the helmet off her face, savoring the delicious flush of her cheeks, the mess of her hair. The face of a lady well satisfied. With a new heaviness, I place the helm back over my head. “You can open your eyes now.”
She blinks and looks around. “Ezryn…”
“Hmm?”
“The flowers,” she whispers. “They look healthier.”
I turn and stare around the arboretum. She’s right. The plants, once wilted and dying, now bloom in a way that would rival any meadow of Spring.
I look down at my hands and notice a fading green shimmer. “I… I did something.”
But as I meet Rosalina’s gaze, the thought corrects in my head.We did something.
59
Keldarion
Themusicenvelopsmelike a lover’s embrace, awakening my senses as I wander through Cryptgarden. My eyes drift to the drink table, every corner filled with brightly colored concoctions promising freedom. I take three bubbly shots before grabbing two more drinks in my hands to take back to the willow tree.
Now, where is that tree? My vision fades in and out. The only thing I can focus on is the twisted thorns and the throne above it wherehesits.
“What are you doing out here?” a stern, metallic voice cuts through the din.
