Page 27 of Secrets and Starlight
First, she kissed each of my pelvic bones, my cock twitching with each touch of her lips. She brushed her fingertip up the side of my shaft, and when she reached the tip, she paused, staring at the droplet of precum gleaming there.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything as she softly kissed my tip, her tongue darting forth to lap up the glistening dew. All at once, she took me in, swallowing me until my cock bumped against the roof of her mouth.
I groaned.
She glanced up, her eyes shining with delight.
I was desperate to say something as my mind stuttered. The tether ached, my heart ripping from my chest.
Ayla encircled the root of my cock with her hand, tightening her grip as she lifted her mouth away. She paused, stroked me once with her palms, and then took me back into her mouth, this time moving up and down, her tongue sliding along the side asher hands stroked the base. Again and again, she worked me, wringing pleasure from me.
It took all my self-control to remain standing as I buckled under her demands. She squeezed and stroked, sucked and teased. She tested and explored until, with growing confidence, she took me even deeper into her mouth.
I teetered on unbalanced feet and wrapped my hands in her hair as I clung to consciousness. The world darkened around us, the shadows cocooning her deed.
“Ayla, I’m going to come,” I groaned.
She looked up, met my gaze, and nodded, turning my warning into an invitation.
Pleasure ripped through me, and I lifted my face to the sky, my growl so great it escaped the shadows, a desperate, primal claim to warn off any who would come near her. Stars dotted my vision.
She nursed me down, her throat tightening as she swallowed. The sensation brought a new wave of pleasure as I emptied myself into her hungry mouth. I trembled, only finding my grip with reality as she released my cock and leaned back, a proud smile spread across her lips.
“That was fun,” she teased.
I stilled my spinning head, too stunned to know what to say. I wrapped her hands in mine and helped her to her feet. Her skirt swayed around her hips, an excruciating reminder that her underwear was still clenched in my fist.
Whatever she saw in my face, it made her grin.
“What is it?” I rasped.
“Just happy to unravel such a proud Shadow Prince.”
My protest failed in my throat. She hadn’t merely unraveled me—she had destroyed me. My earlier obsession felt quaint compared to the demands I now felt.
She’s mine.
Wrapping her in my arms, I shadow-stepped us to our bedroom, determined to keep her hidden from sight regardless of whether my shadows came undone.
But intentions be damned, I stumbled as we reached the bedroom. Ayla and I leaned upon each other for balance as I took stock of our disheveled state.
Clothes unkempt. Underwear missing. The sweet taste of her seared on my lips. I couldn’t shake any of it, and I wished this night could last forever.
Except my vision was tunneling, my eyelids growing heavy as a wave of fatigue claimed me, and judging from her wobble, Ayla was feeling the same.
Barely conscious, we crawled onto the bed. We didn’t even have time to pull the blankets over us before the tether claimed us and we succumbed to dreams.
Chapter ten
Bright Sun
Ayla
The tree of my dreams stood on a hilltop. It still bore the scars of times before, when the bark was damaged and the shallow roots contained. It was beginning to heal, but more importantly, it no longer stood alone.
Another tree had joined the first, this one dark and evergreen, with needles for leaves, the trunk persistent and strong. Even here, Zayne’s magic was tethered to mine, and it made the hill far less lonely.
Reaching out, I touched my tree, falling inward.
