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"Did I do good?” I had to ask.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. “But I need to taste you.”
That made my stomach flip wildly and my pussy clench my fingers for dear life. I pulled them out slowly, my wetness clearly drenching those chosen fingers. He didn’t even hesitate to reach for my wrist as he got onto his knees before me and proceeded to suck my fingers like they were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. “Stand up and spread those legs wide.”
This man would make me cum just by his commands. My imagination was already ahead of his actions as I hoped he’d do exactly what I was craving.
I couldn’t rise up fast enough. Neo was already on his knees and licking the pool of my cum off the wax floor.So…hot.Without missing a beat, he was between my legs and sucking me up with enough force to send me spiraling into an orgasm in five solid seconds.
“Ah!” I gripped at his hair, thinking I could push him away, but the man wouldn’t dare let me stop him from feasting on my pussy as I squirted out my release. My legs were shaking violently when he finally pulled away, my body quivering and my heavy panting mere music to his ears.
“I’m going to enjoy marking you,” he said, hyping himself up before he kissed up my stomach until he was standing again and laying those cum-cloaked lips onto mine.
Our kiss was short of tender. It was rough, desperate, filled with so much need. It was exactly what we both needed: to express our love in a wild way that would leave us spent - forcing us to get back to what was important.
Breaking the kiss, we pressed our foreheads together to breathe while his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me further into him. My arms couldn’t help but slide around him as I hugged him back. The two of us remained still for a long moment as we enjoyed the rapid beating of our hearts.
We stayed like that until our panting breaths came to a calm, and then we leaned back to smile at each other.
“I want to see your eyes while you paint me,” I quietly confessed. My tender plea made him smile beautifully as he laid his lips lightly onto the bridge of my nose and then onto my forehead.
“Then take it off, Sweet Queen.”
That I did, my hands tugging at the light knot that held the golden silk together. I allowed it to slip out of my grasp, just to reveal those glorious eyes that made my heart flutter.
“Ready?”
“More than ready.”
With one last shared kiss, I got back on the canvas and into position while Neo began to retrieve various bottles that carried different shades of sand. It was intriguing to me as he got right into the zone - pouring hints of the sand at each corner of the canvas.
I let him do his thing, submerged in the movements of his artistic process. He was in his own world now, his vision coming to light. Once he finished, he briefly turned the lights on and walked slowly around the canvas to ensure he had everything in place.
Even without his blindfold, he kept his eyes closed like it was imperative to finalize this approaching ritual without the deceitful sight of his vision.
With a nod to himself, he gathered the bottles of ink he needed and a tray to hold them all. He positioned himself on the left of me, since he finally had his tools set. He walked over to lower the lights to dim once more and lit up not one, but seven incense sticks.
The scent was an intriguing mix of multiple aromas: lavender, eucalyptus, sandalwood, Loban, jasmine, palo santo, musk. I was surprised that I could pinpoint them all, but it had to mean something because the energy in the room felt like charged static.
A soft melody of music began to drift into the room, the ballad mixed with chimes, flutes, and a single violin.
When Neo approached, he stopped at the top of the canvas and closed his eyes briefly. Then he started to speak in a completely different language, one that I couldn’t interpret even though I knew quite a few.
His magic began to ooze out of him like a curtain of red and black energy, the flowing force flooding the floors and moving around us until all four walls and the ceiling above were now cloaked in pulsating energy.
When he opened his eyes, I knew this was where he’d begin. He knelt down onto the canvas like it was an altar for him to worship at. A magic circle formed beneath his knees as if to absorb his weight from potentially puncturing the surface with my added mass.
I wondered where he had such a canvas made, but that was a lost thought as he moved right between my legs and observed my neck to my chest in fine detail. His moves were silent as he reached out to lightly trace along my flesh.
I shivered when he moved along my chest, particularly where the medallion was magically hidden before Dimitris’s royal mark. He did this all along my body, even to my wrists and the backs of my palms where he purposely traced the sensitive markings as if to acknowledge them and give them a moment of grace.
Then he reached for the tool he’d use to apply the incantations, dipping the black tip of the carved reed pen into the small glass jar of black ink.
Slowly, he lifted it, allowing the excess to drip back into the container while his eyes were already tracing out what needed to be drawn upon my flesh. Once it seemed to be embedded in his mind, he took a moment to meet my curious eyes.
He seemed to be conflicted about something, and the expression of apprehension just didn’t match my Neo.
