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The sphere simultaneously mocked her and brought her solace. It kept her planted in place while allowing her a fleeting respite from her cheerless reality. She stood up and laid her hands on it, ready to summon the illusion that would save her from languishing.
The branches of the soaring tree beckoned to her, yet she needed something different to satisfy her desires. Liora pulled her clothes off in a flourish, casting them aside before she plunged into the crystalline pond. The water crashing against her was so convincing in its stimulating characteristics, it further reinforced what she hadn’t been able to achieve.
She was tempted to see how long she could last underwater, but she didn’t want to let go of the dream yet. When she resurfaced, she saw Stephen standing at the shore, his shirt already balled in his hand. “Mind if I join you?” he teased.
He added his pants to the pile, then slipped into the water. As he paddled toward her, she remembered the first time they had gone for a swim in the refreshing pool. She had opened herself to him and allowed him to touch her in spectacular ways. They had come so far since that day, and she felt more drawn to him than ever. Floating into his arms, she didn’t fight the waves as they brought about the collision of their two bodies.
“No climbing today?” he asked.
She didn’t answer him, choosing instead to take in the feel of his slickened skin beneath her. His fingers glided along the small of her back, manipulating her with dexterity as if she were an intricate instrument. The water lapped up between them, lulling her into contentment. As much as she accepted nothing around them was real, she wanted to commit the perfect fantasy to memory.
He maneuvered them to the shallower end, and she pulled herself closer once he was able to stand. Her lips traveled up to his jawbone, where she let them linger. The taste of him stirred the first flickers of arousal. His fingers tangled in her wet hair, and she leaned back to look at him, searching for the right words to say.
Her heart was torn between searching for all she had lost and taking a chance on their love. The thought of disappointing him caused her further anguish. What if their paths led in opposite directions? How could she expect him to sacrifice more for her when he had already given so much?
Regardless of everything they faced, he was there for her in the moment, his body warm beneath her touch, the rhythm of his breaths aligning with hers. His heart beat for her. Its steady pulse offered a symbol of his unwavering support.
She still hadn’t spoken. There was no need. The roiling emotions weren’t going to be quelled any time soon, yet she could convey them through her lips with one longing kiss. The fringe of hair at the base of his neck dampened in the rising mist as she grabbed hold of him, unwilling to let him go in the face of uncertainty. Their tongues melded together and she drank him in, consuming his mouth as if he was the only one who could breathe fresh vitality into her.
Everything about him spoke of the combustible intensity which had grown between them since the day they’d met. Liora wanted to disappear inside those flames, to forget everything troubling her. Her burdens were temporarily destroyed as she dragged herself against the currents to press herself alongside him.
The water kept her afloat, creating the sense of weightlessness. She locked her legs around his body in an inescapable embrace. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she let him smother her with his fiery kiss, her nipples tingling with the anticipation of what was to come. Eyes closed, she tried to block out anything that wasn’t him, pretending they were the center of their own universe.
In her haste to feel nearer to him, she had neglected to lavish attention on his lower half. Below the churning surface, the tip of his expanding erection grazed the outside of her needy pussy. Afraid he would dissipate into the surrounding vapors if she let him go even for a second, she shifted backward just enough to allow him to reach down and angle himself into the proper position. She ached for him, and it was an exercise in patience to let him take charge while she lamented the utter emptiness within her core.
The water created some resistance, but Stephen pushed his swollen head inside her. It wasn’t enough. Her zealous moan shattered the silence as she clenched her thighs, drawing him farther inside. The blood drained from her extremities, converging at the apex of her pleasure and fueling the fire burning only for him. He was fully engorged, filling her with every inch of his power. Every propulsion of his cock sent sparks shooting throughout her body, and the waves around them suddenly felt ice-cold in comparison to the heat they generated.
The waters enveloping them grew rough and choppy while she thrashed about. She strove to derive maximum satisfaction from the man she loved and give it in return. His smooth shaft rubbed along her inner walls, thrusting in and out, and she panted in the humid air. “Please, Stephen,” she murmured, yearning for the ultimate release.
His vigorous response was almost enough to make her lose her grip on him. “More,” she urged, sinking her teeth into the flesh where his neck met his shoulder. He groaned and shuddered beneath her, driving his thick cock into her quivering sex. Her back arched, and he grasped her hips to keep her in place, leaving no opportunity for escape.
Liora held on to him as his blazing cum seared into her, triggering the climax that surged through her with blinding force. She screamed and he lost his balance, sending both of them plummeting toward the bottom of the shaded pond. Water crashed over her, splashing into her eyes and filling her mouth. It did nothing to interrupt her long-awaited orgasm. She lost sight of her lover as she spasmed in the foaming waves, succumbing to the whims of all she could not control.
Before she lost consciousness, she was thrown from the sphere. Gasping for air, she lay flat on her back and stared at the ceiling, praying she would not attract the attention of the guard outside. Her hair and her clothes were bone dry, another painful reminder of how everything she manifested was nothing but a lie. Though she tried to remain still, her body trembled. It was a vessel brimming with untapped strength, ready to ignite at any moment if she couldn’t find a suitable outlet.
She inhaled slowly then exhaled at the same purposeful speed. The sphere was no longer the sole source of her power, as Stephen had given her many gifts. In awakening her deepest responses, he had unlocked pieces of her she’d never known existed, and she was ready to surpass the constraints placed upon her. Scrambling to her feet, she bolted up the stairs as if she was on fire. The time had come for her to forge her own path.
Chapter Thirty-One
The fragrance of lilies permeated the early morning air. Stephen breathed deeply, the memory of his near-drowning in the most recent dream fresh in his mind. Long rows of vegetables waited to be harvested, but he’d delayed his morning duties for a few minutes. The previous afternoon, he had completed his painting, and he was anxious to hand it over to its recipient.
According to those he had asked, Kai was still in his quarters, located at the opposite end of the castle from Stephen’s own sparse accommodations. Artwork in hand, he proceeded down the corridor, trekked across the great hall serving as the entrance to the massive structure, and climbed the staircase to the farthest wing. Though he’d only been sent there a few times on various errands or cleaning assignments, he knew the way to his destination, a secluded set of rooms reserved for the castle’s most esteemed personnel.
Before he reached the panther’s door, a rumbling voice stopped him dead in his tracks. “Stephen MacClare.”
Oh, shit. There was no denying who had spoken to him. “Yes, sir?” he answered, turning around in a slow half-circle.
“I didn’t think my windowsills needed dusting so soon.” The deep-set pits of Thirvar’s eyes watched him warily. “What brings you over here, especially at this hour?”
“N-nothing, sir. I just…I was looking for Kai.”
“I see.” He stroked the dense curls of his orange beard, his stare never leaving him. “What is that you’re carrying?”
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Her mind made up, Liora dashed up the stairs. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. She needed to make her move sooner or later. The door hit the outside wall with a bang as she shoved it open, and she paid no heed to the startled guard as she took off into the woods. Nothing could stop her as she ran faster than she had ever run before.
The lofty tree at the border of her territory stretched up toward the cloudless sky. She ascended the ladder of branches, her hands and feet knowing her practiced path. The guard reached the bottom of the tree, barking orders at her. She climbed higher.
