“Other than that, enjoy yourself with it.” I shrugged, chuckling at the mixed looks of excitement and trepidation on the women’s faces.
Fiorella soon arrived, a little flustered but as lively as ever. She greeted nearly everyone in the room, flitting from one task to another before finally settling on something.
“Did you manage to find anything out?”
Her hushed voice reached me over my shoulder, accompanied by the gentle press of a tape measure along my arm.
“I tried to connect with my power-somehow, I did reach it-but I couldn’t feel anything,” I admitted, a hint of guilt tugging at me.
It wasn’t the full truth, but I couldn’t risk telling her the potential ruler might be in the human realm. I wasn’t ready to share that yet, and I couldn’t put innocent humans at risk.
“Maybe…maybe they just haven’t been born yet,” she sighed after a pause. “An heir hasn’t taken this long to be chosen before, but I suppose things can change.”
“If anything shifts-even the smallest thing-I’ll let you know,” I promised, wishing with all my heart I’d be able to keep that vow.
Leonardo and I dined in our suite that evening, filling our empty stomachs with smoked meats, buttered bread, and unusual fruits. I was wary of the fruit at first, but Noemi reassured us that it was safe. To my surprise, I think I prefer Fae fruit to anything in the human realm.
“If you keep pacing like that, you’ll leave scorch marks on the floor,” Leonardo teased from where he sat on the bed. His bare chest was distracting enough to pull my attention, if only for a moment.
“I am not,” I huffed, jutting my lip out before I resumed my pacing.
“Are you that concerned about connecting to water?” He frowned, those pale eyes studying me, reading me as I practically flung my thoughts his way, so I couldn’t blame him for listening in.
“I’m supposed to wield all this power, yet I can’t connect to water. I’ve managed to connect to earth, fire, and spirit. I can feel hints of air here and there, but when it comes to water…nothing.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing. “It’s almost funny, considering my other half is the first-born son of the High Lady of the water court.”
“Come here.” He said, his voice hard and giving no room for rebuttal.
I let out a little sigh, but complied. My yelp was quiet when Leonardo gripped me by the hips and set me on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and settled into his arms.
His hand gripped my chin, lifting my head up until my eyes were lined with his. I wrinkled my nose when a strand of his hair grazed across my face.
“You worry too much, kitten.” He shook his head at me, still holding onto my chin.
“Everyone’s progress is different. Give yourself time, you deserve that much.”
“And what should I do with this time?” I asked slowly, gazing up from him.
I could feel his reaction between my legs, but had no time to savor it as I was flipped onto my back. I sunk into the plush bed, but that didn’t stop Leonardo from practically tearing the night-gown I wore from my body.
Warm air carrying the scent of sweet flowers brushed across my skin, hardened my nipples into small pebbles. Just as he had the first time, he wracked his eyes over every inch of my body, seeing no imperfections where I had seen many. He took those two short seconds to look at me, before slipping the cloth pants from his body.
As it seemed, my attention span wasn’t nearly as good as his. My eyes were glued to the lower half of his body. His toned abdomen led to an impressive ‘v’ and the thick length that hung between his legs was swollen. The sight made my mouth water and my legs clench as I remembered the feeling of being stretched completely.
My jaw must’ve dropped a bit when he flopped down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap for the second time. Only this time was different due to the obvious lack of clothing. Even though we were true-mates, and we were connected in a way most people weren’t, this was still entirely new to me. No one had seen me like this before, completely exposed. I still had that small instinctual urge to cover myself, and the blush that spanned my face was noticeable.
“Mm, almost.” He murmured with a lazy grin.
He hooked his arms around my thighs and lifted me forward. Now perched on his chest, I stared down at him with a bit of confusion on my face.
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked, sounding all too naive.
“You are going to ride my face, kitten.” He smirked up at me, giving me a grin that was pure male.
His grin widened more when I didn’t object, but who could really blame me? My face heated and my heart quite literally stuttered in my chest as he positioned me over his face. I shivered and nearly clamped my legs shut when his breath fanned across my thighs.
“Look how wet you are.” He purred, running a finger along my slit in an agonizingly slow motion.
I had no time to prepare as he dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me down on his face.
His tongue lashed out, hot and slick against me.
“Oh–” I gasped, shuddering as his lips closed over my clit.
One of my hands found its way to the headboard, and I gripped it tightly as my legs shook. As I glanced down, I caught Leonardo watching me from between my legs, his eyes dark as night. He was enjoying this just as much as I, possibly even more.
I could feel his hands pressing into my skin, urging me to grind my hips against his tongue.
My movements were awkward and fumbled, and I was hyperaware of how jarring they felt.
“You can do better than that, kitten.” He snarled, nipping at the inside of my thigh hard enough to make me yelp.
I saw the flash of his pale skin before feeling a sharp sting across my backside, the slap of flesh echoed throughout the room. Pain blossomed on my bare behind, but it was the kind of pain that made your nipples tighten and core clench.
I feel myself loosening up, and move my hips in long motions. My head falls back as I feel his tongue glide across my clit, sending lashes of pleasure down my legs.
“Again.” I whimpered, finally giving in as I moved my hips and grinded against his tongue.
I was panting now, chasing the pleasure as it skyrocketed. His tongue was moving in lazy motions, coaxing me higher and higher without ever letting me fall. My moans were desperate, and I whimpered as I thrusted my pussy across his slick tongue. I was bloated with pleasure, unable to tell what sensations belonged to me and what belonged to Leonardo.
His husky grunt drew my attention, and I turned in time to see the swollen head of his cock emerge from his fist. His shaft and fingers were slick with pre-cum. I was enamored, watching as he thrusted into his hand, moaning his pleasure onto my clit.
I reached out without thinking and batted his hand away, gripping his length before he could think to argue. A long groan left his lips as I tightened my hand around him, pumping up and down his rigid length.
We were both nearing the edge, bleary-eyed with lust and pleasure. Every thrust he made into my hand nearly sent me over the edge, until finally he stiffened beneath me. His final grunts vibrated over my clit, but it was the sight that finally sent me spiraling head first into a toe-curling orgasm.
A half-scream left my lips when his hands clamped down on my thighs, forcing me to his face as he prolonged my pleasure with his tongue. I could feel my own orgasm leaking down my thighs, and nearly fell forward when his tongue reached out for another taste.
“I could eat your sweet pussy all day.” He groaned, running his tongue along my slit again.
“I don’t think I could handle that.” I gasped, trying to pull myself free of him.
He let go on the second tug and gave me a cheeky smile, “Anytime you’re interested, say the word.”