And she is just as eager. She is a mirror, reflecting all my desires. She wraps her arms around me and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.
Little moans escape her throat as I gently pull on her hair. She likes it. I grip harder, and desire swells in me as she hums a sound of light pain mixed with pleasure.
The things I’m going to do to her.
We move a step closer to the bed. Her hands explore my muscles as the steel of my armor meshes against the softness of her dress. I’m going to tear both off, but a drop of hesitation suddenly hits me. This has felt inevitable since I first took her hand at the Revelry, maybe earlier, but no matter how much I desire her, I know this is a point of no return. If I lay her down, I’ll never stop wanting her. And it will be a curse, because a woman like her won’t end up with a monster like me.
I stand on the edge of a precipice, knowing I should turn back—a wise man would.
But fuck it.
I shift my hand so it’s around her neck, and she gasps. I kiss her throat roughly, running my tongue against the hollow. She moans, and I pick her up and press her back against the wall. This is a terrible idea, but I also can’t help it. I can’t resist her anymore.
Her legs are bare under her lilac dress, her thighs like satin. Her hips press her panties against the bulge under my leather skirt. Desire radiates from her, and all I want is to consume her.
I kiss her as hard as she kisses me. She nips at my bottom lip, her hunger driving her. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her legs wrapped tight around me. She tries to push my skirt aside. I’m so hard that it’s all I can do to not take her right now.
No. I try to slow down, to savor this.
I release her, dropping her until she’s standing in front of me. Then I get on my knees.
She did sayme first.
Kera stares at me as I raise the skirt of her dress, then reach up and pull her panties down. She steps out of them, pliant for once. This is just about the only time she’s actually listened to me. Because she’s as eager as I am.
“I need you,” she says.
Her legs are just far enough apart that I can put my mouth on her. So I do. I position my tongue right where she wants me.
She tries to stifle a moan, but she quickly gives up, her little cries and moans echoing in the chamber as I explore her with my tongue. She tastes like salted honey. She’s perfect.
Her fingers pull at my short hair as I bring her right to the edge. I lick her clit until she’s begging me to take her, until she’s about to come undone. Her hands grip the wall, my shoulders, her dress.
“Please, Tor,” she cries. “Please.”
I could linger here until dawn, licking her and listening to her fall apart, but we both want more.
Just as I get off my knees, Kerasea drops down and stares up at me. Surprise fills my chest. The High Priestess is kneeling in front of me, her eyes filled with desire.
Her face lights with excitement as she peels down the shorts I wear under my skirt. Then she takes my hard cock in her hands. She gasps at my size and stares, greedy before she takes me in between her perfect lips.
I groan, leaning my head back as I feel her soft tongue on me. But I need to watch her. She looks up at me as she worships my cock with her hands and her mouth and if I died right now, I wouldn’t complain. But as good as it feels, I still need more.
I pull Kera up to me and stroke her face.
“Take me,” she says.
I smile before I roughly turn her around. Her hands hit the wall, and I lean her over, hiking up her dress. Desire is a towering inferno in my chest. I can’t, I don’t want to be gentle with her right now. And she doesn’t want that, either. She’s trembling with need. She wants to get fucked right here.
She’s so wet, but I take my time parting her with my fingers first before I inch my cock inside her. As soon as I enter her, she moans, spreading her legs wider. The feel of her is otherworldly. Like reaching the skies and sinking into a velvet sea.
It’s all I’ve wanted.
She whimpers, bracing herself against the wall, her arms shaking. “Gods, Torren.” A rumble escapes my throat, but suddenly a bloody scream pierces the quiet. We both freeze, then turn toward the window.
Reality comes crashing into the room, shattering the enchantment.
“What was that?” she asks.
