Paradox Interluder (Usurper #2)

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Hauntings were only known to be caused by the dead. The lingering of a soul's strength and emotions held enough power to instill fear. But hauntings were not always caused by death, but merely absence. Death was only an absolute of an absence. Jessamine had haunted his heart and soul for two years, unknowingly tormenting him.

And now, that spirit stood before him, the water of his bath rising from her entrance alone. Her hands steadied on his shoulders, gliding carefully over the divots of his collarbone before caressing the muscles of his chest. She loved the soft threading of her fingers through the hairs of his chest. All the while, his honey brown eyes watched her, his lust adding a spice like cinnamon in his gaze. No words had to be said, they didn't need to be.

Moments like these were meant for expressive art made from their bodies.

Jessamine slowly lowered, wanting nothing more than to sit on his strong, bent thighs and kiss him. But a sturdy, strong, vein covered hand held her hip to keep her upright.

"No," he shook his head, "no, let me worship you. Please."

Jessamine shivered at his beg. It wasn't the cold breeze blowing through the cracks of the door that perked the nipples of her breasts or let goosebumps invade her skin. It was his soft demand, his plea. The look in his eyes as if he would die if he did not get what he wanted.

She nodded slowly, swallowing her dry throat as she felt that hand loosen its grip before wandering. Across the scar on her hip, a scar she could have easily let heal into invisibility but no, she needed it to remain there as a reminder of her moment of strength. How she could feel so strong and proud with his touch, while weak in the knees at the sight of him, that was the enigma of Kaid Al-Yami.

A soft noise of delight left her lips as his hand overtook her left breast, the perfect pressure and tension of groping. He leaned close, letting his lips gently kiss the softness of her stomach. He felt her fingers dig into the curls of his hair, caressing yet beginning to form a grip she knew she'd need. Anytime Kaid began to kiss her stomach like this, she knew exactly the direction he was going.

Downward. Yet, it would only uplift her.

Jessamine shifted her feet to widen her stance, feeling his harsh lips and gentle bites lower as she moved forward. Her eyes watched his injured hand jerk, wanting nothing more than to touch her further, but not without pain. It was a mere instinct for him, one he'd have to control tonight.

"Kaid, are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, humming at the sensation of his fingers gently squeezing between her nipple. She knew the question was futile. Both their minds had been made and nothing would have stopped them from a little indulgence, one they had lacked for quite some time.

"I haven't tasted you for two years. Do not make me wait a day longer," he demanded, his voice dry and taught as well. Divines, she loved it when he sounded like that. Begging, pathetic, yet demanding all at once. It was enough to make her want to clench her thighs and feed into the tingle between her legs. But, she'd get more than she wanted to at the moment.

The second she inched a step further, she felt his tongue against her already soaked folds. The sensation alone of such a familiar warmth was enough to elicit a moan of approval. Her hips automatically rolled against him, hearing him hum with delight.

"Fuck, I missed the way you moan against my cunt," Jessamine gasped, eyes closing, ignoring the crude words that had left her lips. Her words only spurred Kaid with delight, letting his hand drift to her backside along the muscles near her spine, pinning her against his arm and his lips.

He loved moaning against her, letting those vibrations reverberate her further. He couldn't help it, at both feeling her desperation and tasting it. She was having trouble staying quiet, her soft moans or whines carrying with the midnight wind. And he knew very well he'd be troubled with the same plague if the roles were reversed. They both invoked these ungodly noises of pleasure from one another, a language only the two of them could fully understand.