34. Gemini
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GEMINI
I sense her before I even open my eyes. And for a few seconds, I keep them closed, letting the soothing jet of water wash over me as I finish my shower.
I haven’t seen Veil all day, and my skin has started to itch. I should stitch us together so she would have no choice but to drag me along wherever she went. Grinning at the thought, I open my eyes, finding Veil’s vague form through the foggy shower glass. I turn off the water and step out, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around my waist, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Beloved,” I say softly as a way of greeting her.
The rain drums loudly on the stained-glass windows, muffling the sounds around us, even my voice. But although she doesn’t respond, I know she heard me. She regards me with intensity, arms crossed as she leans against the large double sink.
I slowly pad toward her, my skin buzzing with electricity the closer I get.
“Have fun today?” I ask.
Her eyebrow lifts in quiet amusement as she purses her lips before saying, “It was … something.”
“Which part?” I ask, my voice full of levity.
Finally reaching her—as if those handful of steps were the same as crossing a desert to find an oasis—I slide my palms up her arms and crowd her with my body.
Her chuckle is dry, but I can still feel the warmth in her tone as she lifts her chin ever so slightly to keep eye contact. “All of it.”
She uncrosses her arms, allowing me even closer into her space, and I take it, pushing my hips into hers. I keep one hand on her shoulder as the other slowly curves up her neck, my thumb trailing across her jaw.
“Oh?” I rasp, my cheek pressing against her.
When she speaks again, her voice is thicker than before. “I saw the Oracle.”
“Did you?” I say before catching her earlobe between my teeth.
My hands glide back down her arms, and I feel her goose bumps under the pad of my fingers.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly as her hand caresses my waist. She stays silent for a loaded second. “It was the servant of the god of trickery.”
My lips trail over her jaw, my palm finding her breast over her silk shirt, and she curves her back to press harder into me.
“What was, pet?”
“The reason my family was banished.”
I lift my head to look her in the eyes. There’s a wary expectancy in her soft gaze as she waits for me to speak.
“Thievery killed trickery?”
Her nod is slow, almost apprehensive.
My laugh rumbles deep in my chest as I grab her firmly under her ass and perch her atop the sink. She widens her legs, and I slip in between, my hands smoothing over her waist and then down to her thighs.
“No comments?” she says, her arms linking around my neck.
Pulling her thigh higher up my waist, I drag a hard thumb into the meat of her thigh—pleasantly fuller now that I’m feeding her. I lift my eyes to hers. “Why would I care what our ancestors were up to?”
Her thighs fall wider with my careful ministrations, and she swallows hard, her blinks slow and pensive. “Strange coincidence that our paths have crossed like this, is it not?”
“Strange?” I say coarsely before finding her lips with mine. The kiss is a slow reawakening. A smoldering flame deep within the glowing embers of our souls. “When will you learn, Veil Vulturine?” I whisper against her plump lips. “Our two paths were always meant to become one.”
Veil’s hands turn hungrier, pulling me into her while still chasing our kiss. “How do you know, Gemini Foley?”
I pull away, and the sight of her rosy cheeks has me grinning from ear to ear. I take her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. Slowly, I trail kisses up the length of her arm, my eyes never leaving hers. She squirms against me, pushing against my hardening cock, but says nothing, her eyes wide and seeking. When I get to her elbow, I stop and let the silence percolate between us before speaking.
“My beloved,” I say against her warm skin, “all I need is to look into your eyes to know.” I press another kiss up her arm. “The gods speak through you, and I listen.”
I bring both her arms above her head, and she keeps them in the air as I pull her top off, revealing her black lace bra underneath.
“And you listen …” she says, as if needing to repeat what I just said.
She brings her arms back down as I tilt my head to bury my face in her cleavage. Cupping her perfect tits in my palms, I deeply inhale the fruity mango scent clinging to her skin and lick the slope of her breast, eager to taste her.
Our movements are still slow and steady. But I can feel the tension tightening between us. Our breaths quickening, heartbeats racing.
I unhook her bra with deft fingers and flick it somewhere beside us. My hands find her thighs again as I slowly push her pleated skirt up, inch by slow inch. Both our gazes are cast downward as the silence now promises sweet release. My finger hooks around her thong, and Veil leans back into her palms to lift her ass so I can pull it off.
Her cunt is a perfect, glistening little thing, and I salivate at the sight.
I look up to find her eyes hooded and dreamy; still, I see a cloud of turmoil behind her gaze.
“What is it, doll?” I ask as I drag a slow thumb up her wet slit.
She tilts her head backward at the sensation, her mouth falling open with a gasp, and my balls tighten wantonly at the sound.
I have time to start circling her clit before she rasps, “What is it like to take a life?”
The carnal lust that flares inside me almost brings me to my knees. My grin is wicked as I flick her swollen clit with a finger. “What makes you ask that?”
Her eyes flash in irritation as she snaps her mouth shut, but still, she widens her legs for me. Something in her shady look tells me she won’t be begging me for an answer.
But I yearn to tell her.
Anything for my pretty doll.
Reaching for her nape, I pull her into my chest just as I slip two fingers into her tight pussy. I taste her moan in the charged air between us before saying, “Come on my fingers first, pet, and I’ll tell you anything you want.”
I ravage her lips with mine, tugging, biting, sucking, as her eager hands pull against the towel around my hips. By the time it falls to my feet, her hand is wrapped tightly around my hard shaft, and I suck in a sharp hiss. But I plunge back into our kiss just as my fingers plunge into her cunt.
Her moans are poetry, written in a tongue only I understand, hungry, cryptic words only my soul can decipher. And I starve for more. Her free hand tugs on my shoulder, nails digging into my skin, as if she’s wordlessly demanding for more of me.
In between countless feverish kisses, I circle her clit with my thumb and curl two fingers into her until I feel her release a soft whine. Her legs lock up around my hips, and her fist tightens around my cock.
“Tell me,” she says, on the crest of her orgasm, eyes still closed, and I am untethered.
Dragging her even closer to the edge of the sink, I cradle her face into my palm and slap her hand away. Fisting the base of my cock, I drag my shaft through her soaking slit, never entering her.
“Look at me,” I command through clenched teeth.
Her eyes snap open, and an inexplicable thrill shivers down my spine. I flick my gaze down to where we connect, tapping the head of my cock on her clit.
“It’s hard to describe in words, pet,” I say heatedly.
“Try,” she replies, a small plea to her tone.
I tsk, dragging the tip down to her entrance, circling it tauntingly. “Impatient little thief, let me speak.”
Her giggle is drowsy, as if drunk on the same torrid lust coursing through my veins.
“Killing is your birthright, Veil Vulturine,” I say harshly, my thumb tugging on her bottom lip, her mouth falling even wider open.
Her eyes burn, and I consider teasing her longer, but I’m desperate for her hungry cunt to devour my cock. Slowly, I sheathe myself inside of her while pushing my thumb into her mouth. She wraps her lips around it and sucks. The feeling of her warm, wet tongue has me thrusting deeper into her pussy, until I sink to the hilt.
“We are gods to them, my beloved,” I say, my voice tight with need as she moans around my thumb, her fingers clawing, digging into my hips. I start to fuck her slowly, trying to keep my composure. “Spilling blood is like breathing.”
I slide out to the tip, then push back in with one hard thrust. She moans long and deep, her mouth still full of me.
“Necessary. Life-giving.” I start fucking her harder, faster, while my free hand carves divots into her thigh. “Your soul — it craves it. The extinguishing of a life. It’s the most carnal of acts.” My hips slap into hers, the wet sounds of our union spurring me on. “We live.” Sliding my thumb out of her mouth, I smooth her spit on her lips like the most luxurious of lipsticks. “They die.”
“Show me,” she says desperately. “Teach me.”
I grip her cheeks with one hand, my gaze searing into hers. “I’ll spill as much blood as you desire, beloved.”
Her moan spikes, her cunt squeezing around my shaft, and I groan mindlessly.
“Bathe in it if you so wish.”
I can sense her mounting climax as if it were my own—and maybe it is. I slide my hand from her thigh to her clit, needing her to come again. “What else do you want, Veil Vulturine?” I ask between punishing thrusts. “Tell me, and I shall give it to you.”
Instead of answering me, she tugs me into a kiss, her lips hot and ravenous. Her tongue swipes inside my mouth, finding my own, and my mind bursts aflame. Pulling away quickly, I tilt her head back toward the mirror and spit in her open mouth. I chuckle arrogantly at her surprised expression while her walls flutter around me.
I dive back into our kiss, my hand curling around her throat as I fuck her with endless desire. With every deep thrust, I push her closer to where I need her until she finally comes undone. Her hands dig into my arms, my waist, my hips.
“Your secrets,” she says with such erotism that I almost spill every secret I know to exist right then.
Her eyes snap to mine, and I fight the urge to look away. It’s as if her gaze threatens to capture me and never let me go. I curse under my breath, my balls tightening with the promise of rapt pleasure.
“Give me an heir,” I grit, “and I will give you my secrets.”
A sick thrill zips through me, knowing I could potentially impregnate her here and now. It’s my most treasured secret and possibly my most insidious. A toxic and intoxicating cocktail, and the very thought has my orgasm detonating inside of me.
I coat her walls, thick with my cum; long, hard thrusts push it deeper and deeper until she is bursting full of me. I pull her into me, needing one last kiss while I breed her with purpose—with every desire to have her bear my offspring. I continue to fuck her through my orgasm, spreading my cum up and down her tight walls.
I wish I could carry her into bed and place her legs above her head without it being suspicious. Instead, I keep my cock sealed inside her cunt, my last request hanging above our heads as we both try to catch our breaths.
I don’t expect an answer.
Because I don’t need her permission.
Not when I have the gods’ inescapable blessing.