Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 41 Triad

Reality came back to her gradually. Slowly it ebbs in like the inching tide. Creeping further and further up onto the shore. The vale of sleep tumbled away.

She rolls her neck into soft goosedown and cotton. Feels the warm soft sheets cradling all around her. Wrapping her up all snug.

She feels immaculate here against the sheets. Listening to birdsong perch and chitter at the windows near the side of the bed she'd claimed. The lingering embodiment of lemon and jasmines beating off the cotton reminding her of the lover it so desperately clings too.

He's causing a giddy throb low in her stomach of desire and she's not even peeled her eyes open yet. Immaculate.

Even with his dried spend tacky between her legs and a dewy sheen of sweat coating her sleeping body. A delicious burn sits low in her muscles - it feels like it's drifting into her bones now too - It's a radiant sort of pain. A well used pain. Lowly burning when she moves, tugging on muscles. A delightful licking burn, ember hot at the root of her bones.

When she does open her eyes, it is to the sheer beauty of her home. Another golden sunrise stroking along her sight. It fiercely governs the endless blue of the morning sky. Travelling slow and up into prominence. A moderate dust of clouds are fluffed with tips of burnt orange and gold. She can see the mist rolling in calmly from the mountain tops. Soaking the roots of the searing green trees. She thinks back on yesterday's sunrise. Creamy white roses and hungry kisses from her beautiful demon.

She's barely awake and her smile is so wide it hurts, stings, at her warm cheeks. She lets her eyes grow used to the morning outside. The sway of trees on a frigid spring wind, the bedchamber last night was blue as sapphires. This morning it is yellow as yolk and gold, and sunflowers. Filled and poured up full with sun.

Pine and sunshine and the sparkle of morning dew. Such a fine prospect from this high up. Draegan must have closed the windows sometime in the night. Curtains left wide open. Who would ruin such a fine view with a wall of drapery when the forest is this splendid to look over?

A cosy warmth leeching across the light linens tells her that the fire has been lit. The space behind her under the blue coverlets is vacant and cooling. She can smell the acrid singe of burning firewood as it crackles, blazes and crumbles away. Infusing the bedchamber with a lovely lulling heat. The tangy dust of soot having been cleaned from the grate. It hangs in the air. Slices through the finery of the scent of jasmine and lemons on the bedding.

It's warm and lush in here. Such an infusion of warmth and care and she knows the very fine domineering hand it was crafted by.

She sighs happily uncurling her arms from the warm snug of the blankets, stretches them above her head. Unawake groans spilling over her lips. It rouses his attention from the adjoining room.

She twists in the fine sheets. Feeling the sticky join between her legs as she shuffled up in his bed. Pillows rumpled behind her. The calm blue space empty of company. But not for long.

A slow movement swaying at the bath chamber doorway captures her attention and he slowly comes into her reckoning. Drying his hands on a cloth as he disappeared beyond the doorway for a brief moment. He comes back, hands loose and empty by his side.

Her belly swoops with bliss to see him again. Hair it's usual icy sleek and brushed state, laying fine down his naked chest. His red velvet gown lay open at his marble torso. Tied at the waist - at those trim hips that felt too powerful and so good last night.

A tint of pink kisses her cheeks with the recollection. Her belly doesn't just swoop this time; it bounces up in her body and bursts fluttery with desire of their joining.