Chapter 36 Orgasm Right in the Outer Courts
Amarien's POV
“Where do you get that scent?” Daevir snatched my hands so tight I felt my whole body tremble.
What scent?
What's he talking about?
And what is he doing here in the outer courts in the middle of the night?
“Let me go!” I tried to snatch my hands, but his grip was so firm on my skin that I couldn't.
“Let me go!” I screeched tears in my eyes.
Daevir ignored my plea, leaned in, and sniffed my neck.
“I heard you sneaked out of the palace again? Where did you go? How did you get that scent on you? Where do you think you're going this time of the night?”
“What scent?!” I pulled with no success.
His gaze searched mine. Like he was looking for proof. For a justification to tear me to pieces if he could.
“Your highness, please,” I struggled to say.
I tightened his fist on my palm and pulled me to himself. “I smell Theron on you,” he said, and then I saw that flicker.
Oh, I couldn't possibly miss that flicker!
It wasn't rage or anger. No.
Was this jealousy I see?
Gasp
“Tell me where you got that scent?!” He squeezed my palm harder.
I felt something stirring in me. I didn't fight to snatch my grip anymore. I just stared. Tears dropped down my face.
I thought he wanted me to stay away from him.
I thought I was his ruin.
I thought I brought out the worst in him.
I thought he didn't want my kindness!
Or my touch!
Or me near him!
Or his name on my lips!
I thought he didn't want me anymore.
He said all these in his letter!
Why does he care now? What does he care if Theron met me, touched me, or gave me a gift?
In a single swoop, I snapped my hands off his grip.
Daevir stared at me, surprised.
“My scent is none of your business, your highness. Please let me be out of the way to go serve his majesty, the Emperor.” I tried to leave, but Daevir snatched me by my palm.
“You're not going anywhere till I say so.” He growled in my ears.
“Your bride-to-be must be sad that you're far from her station at the moment, your highness.” I bowed to him. “Would be good to keep you company while I keep my husband company.”
“Don't you dare get that way with me, Amarien!” Daevir pulled me to himself, his nose on my face, sniffing me so hard, so much like it was a sedative he had yearned for so long.
“It's been three moons since I had your scent…” he inhaled, taking it in and out. “And now all I get is a corrupted version of your scent?!” He scoffed
“You warned me to stay away.”
“And yet you strayed away to play with dirt?” he scolded.
I looked up at him, with teary eyes and a trembling palm. He held me so tight I felt the blood in my veins cease from flowing.
“I'm going to kiss you till every mark of that awful scent is gone!” Daevir lowered his head to my neck, kissing every pulse in it tenderly while his hands traveled beneath my robe.
I gasped. It was just like my dream.
I wanted to fight him off, but I couldn't. I shut my eyes just so I could feel him on my skin.
With his other hand, he pulled me close by my thigh and spread my legs. We were under the moonlight, etched against a corner in the outer courts, hidden in the shadows.
But I had no thoughts of any guard sighting us. All I wanted was to feel him. To hold him and pray, he did slip away as he does in my dreams.
I ran my hands through his dark hair as he reached the wet spot between my legs.
I let out a gasp as his fingers circled round and round that sensitive spot. I felt my wetness pouring down again, biting my lips in satisfaction, kissing his neck tenderly.
The heat between us builds on the inside; the cool midnight air only hardened to our passionate stir. Daevir pressed his lips on my, kissing me hard and unruly.
The fingers continued circling the soft spot, gnawing every itch, intensifying my pleasure build-up, making me whimper.
Hot wetness plunged in between my legs, asking for more. Daevir saw this and followed up one finger with two, running in and out in a steady, fast beat.
My build-up went from 10 to 100.
“Owwwww….” I moan,
“Amarien…” he pressed his lips to my ears, whispering back. I could feel my fold contracting, but Daevir wasn't ready for a quick build; he wanted to stretch it out. So he withdrew his fingers, resuming his circles on my folds, this time with a heightened pace.
My legs wavered, her breath heaved, and her moaning softened through Daevir’s steady, rhythmic fingering.
Without warning, he slid in again, this time with three fingers. I gave a quick jolt at the intensity, pressing her claws into his shoulder for more.
“Your highness…” I whimpered.
“You belong to me…” he whispered right into my ears, pressing his warm lips in my ear again.
I pressed my lips hard against his chest to hide my whimpering. I didn't want to cause a scene or draw attention to the naughty thing going on in this corner.
We were outside the outer courts. We could get caught for good sake!
What have I done? How can I make this stop?!
“...ssstooppppp…. don't ssstopppp…!”
I heard myself whisper.
Don’t stop?
What am I saying?!
Of course, I don’t want him to stop!
My build-up was taking me to heights that might just finally have me lose my mind. Daevir’s fingers were relentless, and his wiggling finally hit the spot that made her growl.
“Daevir!” I cried. Quickly, Daevir pressed his palm on my lips, hushing me.
“You're gonna get us killed,” he chuckled, pressing his lips on mine.
“I know,” I whined like a cat in heat, “don't stop,”
He hadn't. He kept working down there, although he was more gentle and slow-paced. Seeing I was alright, he resumed his steady grind.
I shut my eyes as I felt myself ascend to her new heights. Everything dimmed in comparison to this. I felt my legs shift, floating mid-air while my blood boiled.
I felt my vulva hit every note of pleasure, climbing up to the final climax. Her thighs were shaking, my breathing ragged, my eyes rising to the back of my head. I threw my head back as my body pulsed.
And then, Wam! he hits the spot. Waves of orgasm dance through me like a current, spreading from between my thighs to the rest of my body. We both collapsed to the wall, heaving deep breaths.
Daevir gave a wicked chuckle and kissed my neck.
He inhaled my scent and whispered in my neck, “Much better.”
Tears rolled down my face as I watched him pull away from me.
“Don't go,” I pleaded as I held him tight.