Brewing Them

Chapter 69

My heart raced as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips soft against mine as he deepened the kiss. My body responded to his touch, my pulse quickened and my skin grew warm. His hand slipped away from my chin and snaked to the back of my hair, pulling me closer.

My insides throbbed in need, and a fight formed in my core. As much as my mind tried to deny the pull, the need, the hunger—my body couldn't. It completely refused to when I kissed him back and invited his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth.

My eager fingers rushed to his back, wrapping around his hair, and nearing him till there was no distance left between us. The dress I wore rushed up to my thighs, baring me underneath. I ground my hips against him, seeking the release that I so desperately craved.

This could not be happening. My mind screamed at me, but the voice barely reached. I can't be sleeping with the enemy.

I didn't care, not in the moment. I wasn't sure if it were the petals, or the drink, or everything in this garden that had lead me to grind over him, and crave something completely forbidden, but all that mattered was the way his hands felt on my body, the taste of his lips on mine, and the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me with each movement of my body.

His hand trailed down, his expert fingers unzipping my dress at the same time, and removing it off my shoulders. I moaned into his mouth before pulling away from him.

"No one can know." I mumbled, my fingers buried in his dark hair.

He pushed me down, over the mattress and I wrapped my legs around him. "That is for me to decide, and for you to merely enjoy." He whispered, his voice thick with desire.

His fingers traced over my thigh before settling between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek, and thrusted my hips to his hand. He chuckled against my neck and slipped his finger over my slit, feeling the dampness of my underwear. My hand wrapped around his wrist, guiding his way while knowing well-enough he didn't need it.

"Didn't you say something about unfulfilled desires, or was it my ears ringing?" He teased, pulling his hand away from my pussy.

I dug my fingers into his flesh. "Don't you dare."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Don't I dare what? Stop? I don't intend to."

His fingers looped around the underwear before it slipped it down and pressed his hand against my entrance. His thumb flicked my clit softly, and I convulsed in pleasure, my wetness dripping and my muscles strained.

His warm mouth wrapped around my nipple as he flickered the cloth of my dress away, exposing my breasts. My hips rose and I moaned in ecstasy, both his fingers and the flowers sending me into a trance I never wanted to leave from. Heat seared through me like never.

Primal heat.

I curled my fingers around his dark hair, clutching them tight as he took my sensitive nub between his teeth. My body flinched with pain and my walls clenched. At the same time, he slipped one finger inside me, gently, only to stretch me open before adding another finger.

I cried out in pleasure as he continued to work his magic, his fingers moving in and out of me in a rhythm that drove me wild. I knew that I was close, so close, to reaching the peak of my pleasure.

That was until I felt something sharp around my wrists and ankles, something tugging on me. The feeling was familiar though forgotten. My eyes flickered open and I found the roots of the plants inside the room stretched over the bed, like slithering snakes and wrapped around my wrists, creating binds I couldn't escape from, similar to what Elijah had already done once to torment me.