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Paint Me Sweetly, King
“Ihaven’t even dropped a single bead of paint on your exquisite body, Sweetness, and you’re already glistening just for me.”
I’m doomed. So fucking doomed.
How was I supposed to lie down upon this bare canvas in the sexiest set of lingerie I’d worn yet and not be soaking wet for this sinful beast of a man?
Here I was, in a room of pitch black. The walls, furniture, and even the artwork were black in nature. The only strand of light was from the large chandelier which was directly over the floor where I lay. The lights were dimmed after Neo finished gathering all his materials that he needed for this first half of the ritual.
There was a good chance that this ritual didn’t need a canvas, but if Neo was going to be artistic, he wanted to capture the experience the best way he knew how: creating a masterpiece in the process.
A part of me had convinced myself that this would involve some pain and bloodshed. Drawing magic incantations of any form that could further enhance your physical or magic abilities was always excruciating.
The more symbols, the more torture coming your way.
Regardless of the agonizing process, the end result was always worth it which was why so many witches and wizards went through the process when they were young. The memory of pain would fade as they grew older, and they would not only reap the rewards in their teen years but also further enhance those markings when they reached the age to do so.
It wasn’t the pain I was worried about -far from it since I got to look at someone as sensual as Neo Rodriguez.I was more intrigued about the second half of the ritual and what Viktor and Milo would need to do.
My anticipation was building, but being in this skimpy outfit and taking in Neo’s outstanding attire for this “ritual” was the perfect distraction to keep me occupied until we got to that part of the night.
A long night of pleasure, hopefully.
Neo’s attire reminded me of Milo’s royal garments. Milo had explained earlier over dinner that the procedure was a way to summon the energy of the universe to aid in our conquest and embed it into our bodies so we could obtain our goals without struggle.
He said the ritual mimicked the way fae conducted a lot of their empowering rites, and our Goddess was a big element to the entire process. Due to the divine aspect of it, the first part of the ritual required the painter to wear garments of silk and studded rhinestones.
His robe mimicked the style of a kimono but screamed designer runway as it wrapped his body so perfectly. Think Versace with their emphasis on gold mixed with Dolce and Gabbana with their obsession with rhinestones and anything that twinkled in the smallest hint of light.
Adding the fact his lovely short locks were combed back, not a single strand out of place, and his gold blindfold, and I was living an otome game fantasy.
I wasn’t sure if I could wait any longer because I was so damn horny. With all the sex I’d had as of late, I shouldn’t have felt so sexual deprived, but I felt like the dried-up Nile finally getting the grace of a rainstorm. The clouds were just looming and thundering before my eyes, ready to deliver me a storm of fury that would leave me breathlessly satisfied.
“You’re taunting me looking like a damn Versace meets Dolce and Gabbana snack that I’d gladly lick, suck, and bow down to if it means I’m getting a very luxurious experience by the morning,” I summed up, and even my voice was sultry and desperate for everything he had to offer.
His touches, caresses, kisses, and intense pain.
Then we’d celebrate with extreme pleasure that satisfied the both of us. I was already quivering at the thought.
“You’re making this hard, Sweetness,” Neo warned, and oh my Goddess. He was fighting with Nico for control. I didn’t need him to remove his blindfold to show me the combative shift between hollow black spheres and piercing red orbs because their auras were vibrantly fighting one another, and that in itself was a show that I’d love to enjoy from my VIP seats.
Front and center.
Neo seemed to have won the battle because he sighed. “So fucking impatient,” he growled. “I don’t blame him. We’re enjoying the visual of you covered in fresh wounds, sweat, and our cum all over your flawless flesh.”
Shit.
Those were expectations I knew he’d uphold.
My tongue trailed along my bottom lip as though I were thirsty, and he watched the movement like a hawk. It was only a matter of time before I’d quench my thirst and he’d appease his appetite.
“Everything is ready to go.” Neo said the words slowly, and I knew he was taking in my aura in his vision of darkness. “Though, I want your energy higher.”
I bit my bottom lip at the comment, and I waited patiently while he continued to observe me. My body was tingling with impatience, but I could sense Neo was plotting something I couldn’t place a finger on yet.
“Would you put on a show for me, Sweetness?” His question was barely audible, but my ears perked up at the request while I itched to fulfill it if it would reward me with his praise.
