Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Draikis’s quarters were surprisingly well furnished, Ella noted. While he was a priest, he had quite a sense of style, and his home was nowhere near as spartan as she’d assumed it would be.
I guess these are technically the first private chambers I’ve seen since I’ve been here, she reasoned.
But I can’t help wonder if the others are as nice.
She glanced around, taking in the cleanliness, live plants, and choice of artwork.
It rang true to Draikis’s nature. Cultured.
Tasteful. And perhaps a little bit out of the expected.
He may have been a member of the Norvalian Sect, but he was definitely cut from a different cloth than the others.
The lights activated as soon as they stepped inside, automatically pre-set not to a bright level, but rather a cozy dim glow that warmed the entirety of the residence.
Ella noted that when the door closed behind her all sounds seemed to be shut out.
There was no ambient sound. This was a quiet space.
Likely a design choice to allow the brothers ample solitude to be with their thoughts and focus on their studies and prayers.
It also meant privacy.
“I will get you the book. I’ll be right back,” the priest said, crossing the room to a dark wood bookshelf standing near his large bed, its shelves filled to capacity.
While most texts were electronically stored and displayed, it didn’t surprise Ella one bit that Draikis would have a collection like this.
Something tangible. Something old and comforting.
And an actual wooden bookcase on top of that?
No high-tech storage unit for this man, but rather something that felt more in-touch with nature.
And given his frequent surprising revelations about his past and skills, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d actually made the thing himself.
Draikis stepped up on the small box riser in front of the shelf, stretching tall to reach the volume in question, his tunic lifting as he did, revealing his lean torso, muscled and strong without an ounce of anything extraneous on him.
Ella felt herself grow heated at the sight of so much of his skin.
Violet, lined with ornate runes and their connecting lines, and, she noted, what appeared to be a faint glow radiating downward from his chest. She crossed the room to him as if pulled by a power beyond her control.
And given the hot thrum radiating between her legs, and the burning draw of the Infala on her chest, it very well may have been the truth of the matter.
“Got it,” he declared, stepping back down to the floor.
He turned to find her standing close, looking up at him, eyes wide with expectant want. Draikis’s pupils dilated, a whiff of masculine arousal wafting to her nose like the sun-kissed aroma of a perfect summer day. He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet.
“Uh, here,” he offered, holding out the book.
Ella reached for the tome, her fingers grazing his as she did.
They froze, electric jolts shooting through them both at the contact.
A touch that neither wanted to end. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, the strange pigment embedded in her skin pulling her like a powerful magnet to this impossibly alluring man.
And the blazing look in his eyes made it clear his restraint was wavering, ready to collapse with the smallest push.
The shift in his trousers was clear even with her peripheral vision, his impressive length rousing to life like a wild beast hungering for a meal, anxious and ready. She glanced down briefly.
Look at the size of that thing, she marveled, licking her lips subconsciously, feeling her aroused wetness grow by the second.
“I… we…” Draikis stammered.
“Whatever you want,” she softly replied, cheeks flushed, her preference abundantly clear in her tone, further punctuated by the smoldering look on her face.
Draikis’s pulse hammered in his neck, a fine gleam of sweat now glistening on his brow as he fought with himself, knowing it was a losing battle.
Ella wanted to reach out and wrap her fingers around the massive bulge tenting his trousers yet somehow, she refrained, knowing she would push him right over the edge if she did. But this had to be his decision. He had to make the choice of his own free will.
He reached up, timidly caressing her cheek, a look of such love and want in his eyes that it threatened to melt her into a puddle at his feet.
“Ella,” he whispered, heat radiating off him like he was her own personal sun.
She basked in the warmth of his want, soaking it in, trembling at his touch, lips slightly parted, desperate for him in every possible way.
Draikis shuddered as the dam burst, pulling her close, his whole body vibrating in harmony with hers as he bent forward and pressed his lips to hers. That was all it took.
The explosive connection between them flooded their senses, both of their bodies alive and attuned as their tongues greedily danced with one another, the two savoring each other’s taste with a ravenous intensity.
Draikis had held back somehow. He’d always been a gentleman, but now his inner primal was clawing to the surface, the guttural growl of pleasure and want rumbling from deep in his chest as his strong hands clutched Ella firmly, pulling her close like he never wanted to let go.
Her legs weakened at his masculine intensity, her clit throbbing with desire, a desire that only increased when his large hands cupped her ass and lifted her as easily as if she weighed nothing.
She wrapped her legs around him, her engorged clit pressing against him firmly, making her gasp as lightning bolts of pleasure blasted through her body.
Ella felt his cock hard and at full mast, the bulge barely contained by his clothing as he lifted and lowered her, sliding her pussy against his rigid manhood, eliciting a rapidly escalating need in them both.
Draikis’s lips pulled free, his mouth latching onto her neck, his tongue savoring the salt of her skin as he lingered on that sweet spot just below her ear.
He shifted his grip, one arm now cradling her ass while the other hand, now free to explore, found its way inside her top, cupping her breast, his fingers teasing her almost painfully hard nipple.
He moved his mouth lower, lifting her top to provide access.
Ella wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, his hot breath on her chest so close making her nearly lose her mind with want.
His lips ravished her flesh, tasting her, delighting in her, driving her to the edge of rational thought before finally slipping his hot tongue around her nipple, suckling and teasing as if he knew exactly what she needed.
Little did she know that given the buzzing heat of their Infalas pulling them together, that wasn’t far from the truth as he instinctively dialed in on his lover’s energy.
Ella gasped, writhing with delight, her pussy pulsating hard as twinges of bliss shot from her sensitive nipple to her clit in a feedback loop of what felt like the most wonderful pleasure she’d ever experienced.
Buzzing warmth filled her belly, spreading to her limbs in a delightfully tingling wave, her head suddenly light with the sensation.
“Oh, God,” she groaned softly, Draikis’s erection swelling even more at her words.
His mouth slid up to her neck, his hand shifting around to her back, then down, easing into her waistband, his hot palm cupping the bare skin of her ass, his fingers inches from her aching folds, his other arm still sliding her up and down against him.
Ella pulled one arm from around his neck, guiding her hand across his broad chest, savoring his rock-hard muscles before sliding lower until she could feel the dampness where his pre-cum had begun soaking through his trousers.
She teased the head of his cock with her fingertips, exploring him through the fabric.
Draikis’s legs shuddered a moment, but he remained upright, his pleasure bonded to hers, increasing by the moment.
Deft fingers snuck into the waistband, taking the hot length of his cock in her hand, his size intimidatingly enormous to her touch, yet incredibly arousing at the same time. He was huge, but she wanted him all the same so bad it hurt.
Ella began stroking him, her hand between his belly and his cock while her engorged pussy rubbed him from the other side.
“Ffffuuuuck,” she gasped as his fingers shifted, sliding between her legs from behind, coated in her slick juices as they briefly dipped inside, before coming to rest on her aching clit.
Ella bucked hard as he began rubbing little circles with just the right pressure.
Not too hard, not too fast, teasing her almost better than she could do herself, as if he just knew somehow precisely what she wanted.
What she needed. She did the same to him, coaxing more slippery pre-cum out of him with skilled fingers.
Draikis pulled back, his eyes raw with animalistic desire, yet tinged with his ever-present restraint, even in his incredibly aroused state. The unspoken question hung in the air, his wants clear, even without a word spoken between them.
“Yes,” she groaned, squeezing his cock firmly.
It was all the consent he needed.
Draikis strode to the bed, lowering her down on her back gently, his fingers slipping out from between her legs as he did, but not without good reason. In a single motion he whipped her bottoms off like some kind of sexual magician, leaving her exposed and wanting, spread open before him.
Ella sat up, reaching out to free him from his trousers but Draikis had other ideas. He dropped to his knees, pushing her gently onto her back with one powerful hand while the other grasped her breast, teasing her nipple as he kissed her belly, his hot tongue moving lower and lower.