14. Chapter Fourteen #2
“These breasts, for starters, are worth putting my finger to the literal fire,” I growled hungrily as I undid the last few strings holding her underdress closed.
It fell open around her shoulders, and I brushed it off her completely with a harsh swat of my fingers.
Melrose broke out in gooseflesh. My palms roamed down her arms, then up her sides till I cupped her chest. Warm, buttery skin with rock hard nipples begged me to tend to them.
I bent to kiss both, promising to come back for them soon.
Her head fell back, knees knocking together.
A tempting whimper filled the air around my head.
I shoved my leg between hers and knocked her stance open. She stumbled in my arms and let me hold her like a limp puppet. Which gave me ample room to torture her further. Licking up her sternum, across her throat to her ear, I groaned, “Those little noises you make? I’d tempt fate for them.”
Her fingers clawed up my sides for support as I forced her straight.
She followed me on shaky legs. Good thing she didn’t need to stand for much longer.
Not as I threw her face first into the duvet on her bed.
She cried out, a mixture of shock and delight.
One hand palmed her backside while I held her by the back of the head.
I wanted her to hear me as I ripped my hand back from her ass and slapped it across the front of her damp cunt.
She shrieked into the bed, body jerking, but it rocked toward me.
“And this pussy is worth damnation,” I purred, spreading her lips open with my fingers. Her back arched and the words spilled out of my mouth like she’d wrapped those pretty fingers around my lungs. “So…fucking…worth it.”
Driving two fingers into her tight warmth, I curled them into her soft spot. A place I’d memorized since the first time I slithered up her skirts. Melrose moaned into her duvet.
The truth was, at some point, I realized I wanted her a lot more than I feared my downfall.
Between her calling me a coward and me acknowledging she was right, I stopped caring.
Her father would absolutely take my head for it.
But that would be the price I’d happily pay for that dreamy smile plastered to her face.
Her cheek pressed to the bed, eyes closed, mouth ajar but lips happily curled as I fucked mewl after mewl of delight from her.
Pushing a third then a fourth finger in till her legs kicked and fingers fisted up the blanket.
Her walls clamped down around my digits.
I dealt the killing blow by sparing my thumb to that bundle of nerves, circling it torturously slow while my fingers fucked her faster.
Sharper. Her hips bucked in response till her thighs clamped closed around my fist.
“That’s my wicked girl,” I breathed.
“I’m supposed to be punishing you, remember?” she laughed.
“Mmm, did you want me to stop?” Leaning over her, I kissed her cheek. Then my lips traveled to her ear. “Or may I eat my dessert now?”
“You may,” she croaked. “And you call me wicked.”
“I’m not the one tempting fate by forgetting to wear smallclothes.”
“And I’ll do it forever and always if it gets me eaten like a sacrificial lamb at a cult’s feast!
” She harrumphed, swatting at me. I chuckled while pulling way.
My damp hand slipped out between her warm, thick thighs.
Melrose flushed but said nothing more as I helped her to lay back among her pillows.
I kissed up her leg, inhaling the scent of fresh linen and candle smoke.
Nuzzling my face against her soft, plump thigh, enjoying the feel of her fur against my cheeks.
Always burning up like she was a furnace, I soaked in her warmth.
I traveled steadily to her core. Swiping my tongue across her slit coated my tongue in her tangy flavor.
Melrose gasped, arms stretching out and knocking against her headboard. A candle toppled over from its precarious position at the top of her headboard and thankfully she caught it before it gave her a black eye. I jerked to a stop, staring up at her as she let out a sheepish giggle. “Whoops.”
“You leave candles just lying around, Trouble?” I teased, sitting up on my calves. Extending a hand to her, I asked quietly for the waxy weapon. She handed it over with a shrug.
“You never know when you’ll need a candle in bed.”
“Making midnight prayers to the goddess, are we?” I snorted, quirking a brow.
“There are other uses for candles,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Until I snapped my fingers and the candle in my right hand hissed to life. As tradition, when lighting a candle, I made a wish. Let Melrose St. Augustine be mine.
With a little crackle and pop, the wick caught fire and filled the room with a soft glow.
Her attitude melted away to breathless wonder as she watched me holding the candle above her.
The wick began to warm, a small pool of wax shimmering beneath it, I placed it flat against the valley between her breasts.
“You’re very right. Hold that. Don’t spill any till I’ve had my fill of dessert.”
“You horrible tease,” she gasped, but her lips were curled high on her face.
I snickered the whole way back down between her legs.
Her dreamy sigh as I kissed her damp curls was a symphony I memorized.
Spreading her open once more, I licked at her insides.
It’s crass, for sure…but goddess, I did not lie when I said this pussy was worth damnation!
I moaned into her cunt. Lapping up her delight, thrusting my tongue into her to get every last drop, and listening to her panting for more, it was enough to drive me wild.
A weaker cleric might have, but I stopped just before descending into oblivion and left another kiss at her clit.
When I sat up, I found the candle with a well of glittering wax beneath the flame.
Melrose held the candle up from her chest and I plucked it carefully from her fingers.
I dipped a finger in there just to ensure it wasn’t horrific.
Not all candles are playing with nipples candles.
Thankfully, as I should have suspected, the candles in her room were perfect for what I had in mind.
I drew across her collarbone with my damp finger, watching the wax almost immediately cool to a semi-solid.
Then with a single breath of air from me, it turned to firm wax.
I smiled down at the rune dried against her skin.
“Are you blessing me again?” she whispered.
“Quite the opposite,” I shifted my knees further apart, spreading her thighs up higher on mine.
Melrose’s breath hitched and my hungry eyes studied how her nipples hardened in response.
“Our candle ceremony isn’t just for one day out of the year.
We truly ought to pray to the gods more often.
How do you feel about that? Six prayers, for good luck? ”