Kapitel 28: Twenty Eight
It was harder to ignore Zane's piercing gaze at lunch and dinner, but I still managed to maintain my composure. Lunches and dinners at the manor were a much smaller affair than the extravagant breakfasts. Queen Amani was often absent, lost in her responsibilities as she worked tirelessly in her office, leaving only the six of us at the table. I paid no attention to Zane, and I relished in seeing him squirm under his unflinching gaze. After lunch, I said goodbye to the entire table, to no one in particular, and sauntered off with Sorelle to join her in the library. The same routine followed at dinner, as I gracefully excused myself and retreated to my chambers. As I made my way to my room, I felt a sense of exhaustion wash over me. The day had been long and grueling, my muscles aching from the intense training session with Zane. I couldn't wait to sink into a warm bath, to let the soothing waters wash away the stress and fatigue that had been building up inside me. I locked the door behind me, a sense of solitude washing over me as I stepped into the quiet of my room. The bathroom was a haven, a peaceful oasis that seemed to envelop me in its tranquility. I turned on the faucet, the sound of running water a gentle hum that seemed to lull me into a state of relaxation. As the bath filled, the scent of rose and lavender wafted up to greet me. I breathed deeply, feeling my tense muscles begin to unwind as the fragrance worked its magic. The water was warm, almost hot, but I didn't care. I sank into it with a sigh, feeling my already sore muscles seem to melt into the liquid warmth. As I lay there, I felt my eyelids growing heavy, my thoughts drifting away from the events of the day. I still hadn't written back to Lennon, and I knew I should. But I was too exhausted now, my mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions that I couldn't seem to untangle. I decided I'd write him tomorrow, when I was feeling more coherent. For now, I just let myself drift, the water supporting me like a cradle. I closed my eyes, feeling my breathing slow, my heart rate calm. And as I sank deeper into the bath, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a sense of tranquility that I hadn't felt in days. Eventually, I emerged from the bath, my skin feeling soft and supple, my muscles relaxed. I dried myself off, wrapping myself in a warm towel as I made my way to bed. I climbed under the covers, feeling the softness of the sheets envelop me like a cloud. As I settled in, I reached for the poem that Lennon had written me, the words blurring together on the page as I read them for what felt like the hundredth time. I clutched it to my chest, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me. It was a lifeline, a reminder of the connection I shared with Lennon, a connection that seemed to transcend distance and time. I closed my eyes, feeling the words sink deep into my heart. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, but for now, I was at peace. But then, in the dead of night, I was awoken by the sound of a thump on the balcony. It was a soft noise, barely audible, but it was enough to jolt me out of my slumber. My heart racing, I sat up in bed, my eyes scanning the darkened room, my senses on high alert. The thump had been followed by an unsettling silence, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. And then, the knob to the French doors of the balcony clicked. The sound was like a shot in the darkness, making me jump. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest like a drum. I could feel my breath catching in my throat as I waited, frozen, for what felt like an eternity. The door creaked open, the hinges groaning softly as it swung inward. I was paralyzed with fear, my eyes fixed on the dark shape that loomed in the doorway, a silhouette against the moonlit night. My mind was racing with worst-case scenarios, my imagination running wild with thoughts of danger and harm. But then, wafting in on the night air, the scent of tobacco, cedar, and vanilla filled the room. It was a familiar scent, one that I knew and loved. My heart was still racing, but my fear began to give way to curiosity as I realized that the intruder was not an intruder at all.
"Lennon?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
The figure stepped forward, its features illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open door. It was Lennon, his eyes gleaming in the dark, his face set in a determined expression. I felt a rush of relief wash over me, followed by a wave of confusion. What was he doing here? And how did he get in? How did he know what room I was in? He walked towards me and his face became visible. It was really him, it was Lennon. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that he was here, in my room, standing in front of me with a smile on his face. For a second, I thought maybe I'd been dreaming, that this was all just a product of my fevered imagination. But then, his eyes locked on mine, and I knew that this was real. He laid his body over mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I felt a rush of excitement, a thrill that ran through my veins like wildfire. And then, his lips crashed into mine, sending heat surging through me. The kiss was like a storm, intense and all-consuming. His tongue danced across mine, tasting of mint and a hint of something wild, the flavors mingling together in a way that was uniquely Lennon. I felt myself melting into him, my body relaxing into his warmth as it enveloped me. His heartbeat pounded against mine, our chests pressed together as we devoured each other. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft gasps of our breathing. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue exploring my mouth with a gentle urgency. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my mind clouding over as I gave myself over to the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, the world outside receding as we lost ourselves in each other. I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in days. It was like coming home, like I had finally found my safe haven. And as we broke apart for air, I knew that look in his eyes, shining with warmth and love.
I looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "How did you know what room I was in?".
His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Your scent. That letter you sent me drove me wild. You can't do that to me, Ace."
I laughed, a soft, husky sound, and his eyes seemed to darken with desire. "Oh, you liked that, did you?"
Lennon's face was inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "It drove me crazy. I shouldn't be here, but I had to see you."
As he spoke, he lowered his head to my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my head back to give him better access, and he took advantage of the invitation. His tongue danced along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I let out a soft moan as his tongue caressed my neck, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. He hardened to my reaction, I felt the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles, and I knew that he was struggling to control himself. As the length of him pressed against me, I ground my hips into his, seeking more contact, more friction. He groaned against my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My body tightened in anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert, hoping he would bite me. And then, as if he heard my silent prayer, I felt his fangs sink into my skin, the magic seeping out of his fangs and into my bloodstream, like a slow-moving river, spreading throughout my body. I let out a ragged moan, but he muffled my cry with his hand, plunging his fangs even deeper into my flesh. It was as if my veins were infused with liquid fire, my heart racing with anticipation. The magic of his bite heightened every sensation, making every touch, every caress, every kiss feel like ecstasy. It was a main line to pure bliss, as if my body was alive, electric, and humming with pleasure. As the magic spread, I felt it coursing through my veins. It started in my neck, where his fangs were sunk deep, and then it flowed down, filling my chest, my belly, my hips, my thighs. Every inch of me was alive, throbbing with pleasure, as if every cell in my body was singing with need. I felt my muscles relax, my tension melting away, as the magic took hold. My mind was cloudy, my thoughts fuzzy, but my body was on high alert. I was a slave to his bite, a prisoner of the magic that flowed through my veins. The dampness between my thighs intensified until it permeated the material that encased it. Lennon emitted a deep feral rumble as he detected my scent. My hands drifted lower. As I struggled to undo his pants, my fingers fumbling with the buttons, his fangs remained sunk deep into my neck, the magic of his bite still coursing through my veins. I could feel his body tense, his muscles coiled with restraint, as he waited for me to free him from the constraints of his clothing. Finally, with a burst of impatience, he reached down and released himself, his hand hastily bunching up my nightgown as he did so. A claw shot out of his finger and he stripped away the fabric with precision. I felt a rush of cool air against my skin, followed by the strength of his legs as he used them to knock my knees to the side, opening me up to him. And then, I felt it. My back arched at the nudge of his cock against my entrance, the gentle probing that sent heat surging up my core. He growled, a low, rumbling sound, as he felt the wetness on his tip. But he hesitated, lingering at my entrance as we pulsed against each other, our bodies seeming to vibrate with anticipation. I knew what he was thinking, even though he couldn't speak with his fangs still buried in my neck. He was thinking of the risks, of the dangers of what we were about to do. But I knew that I was ready, that I wanted this, that I needed this. So I reassured him, my words breathless, escaping my lips through anticipated panting.
"I'm ready, Lennon," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I felt his body tense, his muscles coiling with restraint, as he hesitated for just a moment longer. My hands shot to this hips, digging my nails in as I struggled to pull him closer. But he held himself there. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he inched deeper inside, his cock sliding into me just a bit, with a gentle insistent pressure that left me gasping. As he slowly inched further, I felt myself stretch around him, accommodating his size and thickness. His fangs were still buried in my neck, and I could hear his ragged panting through his nose as he struggled to contain himself. I let out a soft cry, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as he sunk deeper into me, inch by inch. But then, suddenly, his fangs retracted, and he looked into my eyes, his expression worried and concerned.
"Is this okay, Ace?" he asked, checking on me, ensuring I was okay.
I nodded, smiling up at him, and he continued to inch deeper, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his gaze penetrate my soul, assessing me, ensuring I was okay. His concern made my heart melt, and I felt a rush of emotions as I looked into his eyes. He didn't break his stare, his eyes locked on mine, as he continued to inch deeper, his body pressed against me. I could feel his warmth, his heat, his presence, and I knew that I was exactly where I wanted to be. Then, finally, I felt his base press against mine, and we were one. We were together, connected as one being. I felt a sense of completeness, of wholeness, as our gazes burned into each other like molten lava.
He stayed still for a moment, settling inside me, allowing my muscles to form around him. His body pressing against mine as he throbbed inside of me.
"You feel so good," he whispered through hooded eyes, never breaking his stare.
As I gazed up at him, his face a picture of rapt attention, I reached up with both hands, gently sweeping the waves of hair out of his eyes. The soft strands felt like silk between my fingers, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him in that moment. With my hands still cradling his face, I slowly began to rock my hips beneath him, the gentle motion sending a shiver of electricity through my entire body. His eyes flashed with something primal, his pupils dilating as he felt me move beneath him. And then, as I continued to rock my hips, I heard it - a breathy uncontrolled gasp that escaped his lips, a sound that was both vulnerable and feral. I felt a sense of power in that moment, a sense of control over this beautiful, powerful Sidhe who lay buried inside of me. And I knew that I could make him feel anything I wanted, that I could bring him to his knees with just a few gentle movements of my hips. So I continued to rock back and forth, slowly and deliberately, watching as his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed, his head dipping lower with each rock of my hips. His mouth fell open, releasing soft gasps of air as he felt me move around him. As my rocking became stronger, more rhythmic, Lennon's eyes flashed with a golden fire, and he took control. His gaze met mine and I felt a rush of anticipation. He lifted a hand to grab mine, his fingers wrapping around my wrists like a vice, then pinned it above my head. Then repeated with the other hand, until I was fully at his mercy. Then he slowly pulled out, inch by inch, releasing a feral groan as he pushed back in.
"You're so fucking wet for me Ace." His chest rattled with a deep guttural growl I'd never heard.
A moan escaped my lips, and that seemed to snap whatever leash he had on himself. In a hurried movement, he sunk his fangs into my neck again, and his magic consumed me. I felt a rush of pleasure, a wave of heat that spread through my body, and I knew that I was forever his. His fangs were like a key, unlocking a door to a world of pleasure and pain, and I was helpless to resist. He held me in place, his hands pinning my arms above my head, fangs buried in my neck, and his body moved against mine. He pumped himself into me in a deep rolling rhythm. Harder, deeper, then faster until he feverishly thrust into me, muffled moans escaping him as he buried his fangs deeper into my neck. We moved against each other, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. The only sounds were our breathy panting, the sound of my wetness enveloping him, and the soft moans that escaped our lips. It was a symphony of pleasure, a dance of desire, and I was lost in him. His body was like a flame, burning bright and hot, and I was the moth, drawn to the fire, helpless to resist. I surrendered to him, gave myself over to him, completely. As his body continued to move against mine, I could feel the tension building inside me, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume me at any moment. Our hips ground together, our chests rising and falling in perfect sync, as he pounded his hips into mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. Every single spot inside me was being hit by the sheer size of him, every nerve ending stimulated, and I could barely contain my release. I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, my body trembling with anticipation, as his movements became more frantic, more desperate. His back muscles tensed, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, as we climbed higher and higher towards the peak. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, his chest heaving with exertion, as he released my wrist and cupped my breast, his fingers closing around me. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the pressure building inside me until I thought I would shatter into a million pieces. But Lennon seemed to sense it, seemed to know exactly what I needed. He released my breast and cusped the back of my knee, pushing my leg up to get deeper. He pounded me harder, his hips slamming into mine with a force that left me gasping for air. I felt like I was being pulled apart, like my body was being stretched to its limits, yet at the same time, being put back together. Like his touch was somehow repairing the cracks and fissures that had been forming inside me. The pressure was building, a wave of bliss that was going to crash over me at any moment, and I knew that Lennon was right there with me, his body tensed with mine, his muscles straining towards release. I was ready, I was more than ready, and I knew that Lennon was too. Then his wings suddenly burst out from his back as if he lost full control of them. The sound was like a crack of thunder, a sudden and explosive release of energy that left me breathless. His cock seemed to grow bigger with the release of his wings. But he didn't waiver, he pumped harder and deeper, his grip tightening around my leg, talons darting from his fingers and piercing my skin. His wings splayed into the air as he worked into me deeper. My other leg gripped around his waist, my muscles tightening around his cock as he pounded into me with a wild, frantic rhythm. And then he released another uncontrolled cry, a feral, vulnerable rattle escaping from deep within his chest. That was my ultimate unbinding. It was like a key turning in a lock, a sudden release of tension that sent me tumbling over the edge into an explosion of bliss. I cried out for him as I pulsed around him, my body shuddering with release, my muscles clenching and unclenching in a rhythmic motion that left me gasping. And that was all it took to snap Lennon over the edge. He spilled into me with a feral rattle, his cock pulsing with a wild, uncontrolled ferocity that left me shuddering with pleasure. We rode the waves of our climax together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we crested the peak of our pleasure. Lennon fell to his elbows, his fangs releasing their grip on my neck as he gazed up at me with a look of wild, unbridled passion. For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in our chests. And then, slowly, Lennon's face relaxed, talons returning to fingers as his wings lay limp, draping over us like a warm shadow. His eyes closed as he let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
"Fuck Ace..." his words were breathless.
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