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That earned her another chuckle. "Spying is dangerous work, and I have no intention of endangering you. If you uncover evidence of a threat against us, you behave as normal, and then you come to me. Understood?"
She nodded. Her eyes had adjusted to the low light and she could now make out the fine features of his face as he smiled. She saw the way his eyelids dipped low as he came down to kiss her once more.
This time, things moved both quickly and not fast enough. Without anything to restrain him, Isael had no trouble disrobing her. Naked beneath him, she felt little trepidation. Instead, she wished he would remove his clothes and she wondered if she should be undressing him.
He offered no assistance as she began to work at the ties of his robes, but Cera had the sneaking suspicion that he was trying to thwart her through distractions. As she was undoing the first tie, she felt his tongue brush against her bottom lip. She put up no resistance as he slipped into her mouth, though she had no idea what to do with him once he was there. Before she could fully react, he moved his hand between her legs, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
She was not so unfamiliar with her body that she didn't recognize the signs of her arousal, but she was still startled by the intensity of it. Her fingers fumbled on the second tie as the gentle throbbing between her legs grew to a demanding ache. Heat pooled at the juncture of her thighs, making her toes curl and her hips fidget.
"Relax," he said as he pulled back from her mouth.
It seemed like an impossible command to obey, particularly as he continued to lavish her with kisses, first down her jaw, and then down her neck. He paused briefly at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and inhaled. Sighing, he pressed another lingering kiss against her skin, and then continued his descent.
Cera loved the way his mouth felt, truly, she did. But as Isael was kissing the tops of her breasts, her impatience began to re-emerge. The ache between her legs was quite insistent, and only growing more uncomfortable as he continued his leisurely ministrations.
Now, more than before, she felt certain she should be doing more, something to make him feel the way she was feeling so that they could move past all of this caressing. She knew there would be some pain when they were finally together, but it couldn't be worse than the wretched throbbing that had her on the verge of squirming beneath him.
"Should I be doing something?" She asked, her voice breathy.
"Such as?" He drawled, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
Cera faltered. "T-Touching you?"
She looked away as he began to suck at her nipple, hoping that shifting her focus would dampen the effect it was having on her. Any hope of that was dashed when he nipped at her. It wasn't the gentle nibbling he'd done to her lips as he'd kissed her, this time he'd brought his teeth down on her sensitive flesh hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to warrant her censuring him or otherwise expressing her displeasure.
Except, she didn't feel entirely displeased. Her sharp gasp fell into a low moan as he resumed lavishing her with his tongue, her flesh now more sensitive than ever.
As he drew a lazy path to her other breast, he asked, "Is that what Sidryne told you to do?"
"What?" She asked, a bit sharply. She'd already forgotten her question, and now that was three women he'd mentioned while he was in bed with her. It was getting quite ridiculous.
He paused over her other nipple, already stiff in anticipation of him. "Were you instructed to touch me?"
She still wasn't looking down at him, but she could hear the teasing lilt in his voice and she thought he already knew the answer.
"I was instructed to lay silently so that you could..." She paused and cleared her throat. She was not going to laugh. "...meditate upon my body."
Isael let out a low hum of consideration, and then said, "Perhaps that's what I'm doing."
She wanted to tell him that she didn't think that was the case, but she was hardly the authority on lovemaking.
Was that what they were doing?
Making love?
It seemed a rather intimate phrase, and yet it certainly didn't feel like they were merely trying to conceive a child. If that were the case, he would have already given her his seed. If anything, it felt like he was slowly torturing her.
As he began sucking at her other nipple, his hand moved farther up her thigh. She gripped at the sheets as she felt his thumb brush against her curls. Even from the light touch, she could tell that it was what she wanted, what she needed more of. Her hips lifted, and to her relief, he didn't pull away. His hand dipped lower, until he was stroking the most sensitive part of her.
Isael groaned against her breast, as if he could somehow feel the pleasure he was giving her. Perhaps he could. He did seem to know exactly where to touch her, finding all the right places, as if he knew her body better than she did. Her inner folds were wet with her arousal and his thumb glided easily over the stiff nub, alternating between achingly gentle brushes and rougher, more satisfying strokes.
After just a couple moments, she recognized that it was more torture. The initial relief and excitement started to subside, replaced by a new, far more intense sense of need. Instinct had her lifting her hips against him, rocking into his touch.
She said his name, though to what end, she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was a plea, and one he mercifully accepted. He responded by increasing the pressure of his thumb against her, which alone felt sublime. But when he slid a finger deep into her passage, she was thunderstruck. He slowly withdrew, and then sank back in, and her mind went white.
For an instant, she felt nothing, was aware of nothing except the movements of his hands. The rest of the world could have gone up in flames and it would have been a problem for another time, because nothing mattered except what he was doing to her. And then she was the thing that was igniting as a storm of pleasure burst from deep within her, spreading out rapidly through her body.
Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, and like all good things, it was fleeting. Like a piece of parchment thrown to the flames, she'd burned gloriously, only to be incinerated. When she came back to herself she was trembling and breathing erratically. She was overly sensitive, and it was a relief when Isael withdrew his hand.
