The Riddle Of Magic

Chapter 45: Sunlight and a Steady Shoulder

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Physical beauty wasn't normally something that turned the Radio Demon's head, but in the golden morning of Louisiana, Charlie Morningstar was the most breathtaking woman Alastor had ever seen.

Hair like sunlight... skin like moonlight...

The luminescence of Earth made her seem for the barest instant almost human; and for a moment, his imagination toyed with the idea, seeing the princess as if from a fairytale - delicate and fair, with eyes as rich as ruston soil and her skin apple-pale.

But such mortality stifled her ethereal splendor and the image faded quickly, for his mind knew that no human visage could ever capture her beauty. It shone from within her - the sweet nature of her soul drawing him just as much as any fleshly aesthetic.

Delight shone on her angelic face, sparkling and pure, and the Radio Demon's hands practically moved on their own accord to catch that radiance and claim it for his own.

He caught the princess by the wrist as she rose, and her hands fell onto his shoulders, clutching at him in surprise to prevent herself from toppling over as he pulled her back down to himself. One arm went around the slender curl of her waist, the other to the back of her head, blackened fingers sliding into the white-gold curtain of her hair as he pulled her face to his.

It was a little odd to think how he ever might have been deceived by a dream.

Charlie had a rhythm all her own, not bound to his movement. She was flame, but somehow still gentle and yielding. When she turned her head, her lips slid against his, and he saw sparks behind his eyes.

The soft noise she made sent heat straight through his torso, and he was over her in a moment, pushing further. Her arms clutched about his shoulders in some desperate attempt to pull him closer to herself, as if that was possible.

Her lips weren't enough, her throat wasn't enough. He had to finally know what it was like to kiss the rest of her. He moved from her lips to her jaw, and the scent of charcoal and jasmine bloomed in his nose as he made his way down her neck.

Charlie gasped, her breath pushing her chest against his, and she sighed his name as his hands slid under the suspenders, pushing them off her shoulders.

She squirmed with a bubbly giggle as his tongue darted out, sliding along the column of her throat, and his teeth went to the bowtie at her collar, pulling it loose with a slow motion. "The beacon's r-ready, right?" she asked breathily.

"Oh, not at all," he purred. "You'll not be going anywhere for a long while, my dear."

Her sweet laugh caught in a whine as his nose went to the junction of her neck and shoulder, taking in her scent before his lips met her flesh again.

The half-seraph writhed underneath him, her supple curves pressing against him and he felt a ripple of tension spiral through his belly. Mounting pressure built in his lower torso, and when her thigh brushed against it he hissed in a breath.

Her hands slid up his back, and it was as if she was the very fluttering in his chest as she trembled against him. It was hard to breathe as she touched him, but he would have eagerly drowned for the princess as her fingers lightly trailed along the curves of his biceps and down the collar of his shirt, pulling it open.

Charlie's eyes were shining the color of dawn, reddened gold as she smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed with ardor.

His hands trailed up the curves of the sweet demoness' chest, undoing the black buttons on her blouse. She wore a bra that matched her lips, her golden hair spread onto the painted blanket underneath her. Her teeth sank into her ebony lip, trying to keep her composure as he pushed the fabric of her shirt aside, the swell of her breasts heaving as she breathed.