Court Of Shadows and Lies

37. After The Dark

With a swift movement, Serene flipped them, positioning her beneath him, his expression hesitant yet filled with an undeniable intensity as he hovered over her. Cessalie’s lips curled into a slight, daring smile as she reached up to touch him, but he caught her wrist, pinning it gently to the bed, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

“Are… are you alright?” he murmured, his voice soft, almost as if he were asking permission with every touch.

“Don’t worry about me,” she replied as she arched up to meet him, guiding his length with a gentle insistence to core between her legs. “Just like that, Serene… deeper.”

Swallowing hard, he followed her lead, thrusting into her as he grew bolder, every movement instinctive yet filled with caution, as if he were constantly checking to ensure she was still comfortable. Her body arched under him, a soft gasp escaping her lips, though she remained in control, meeting him with a mixture of encouragement and command.

When he released her wrist, Cessalie’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging slightly as he leaned down, trailing kisses along her neck, each press of his lips filled with a careful devotion. His hands found their way to her breasts, his fingers caressing their soft curves, but his every move was met with her guiding him, a silent instruction in the way her body responded.

As he kept thrusting inside her, his mouth moved to one of her nipples, sucking on it while his hand massaged and pinched the other. The mixture of sensations sent waves of pleasure through her, and she responded instinctively, her nails digging into his back as her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her. Her breath came in sharp gasps, their bodies moving in sync as the intensity between them built with every moment.

With a slow, teasing motion, he withdrew completely, leaving just the tip before thrusting back in, sending a shiver through her body as a soft moan escaped her lips. The intensity between them grew, and he leaned down, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace, pulling her close as he continued to move within her with a steady, powerful rhythm.

Cessalie’s breath hitched, and her instincts took over, her teeth grazing his shoulder as she nipped at his skin, small gasps turning into muffled moans. Her nails dragged along his back, adding a hint of sharpness to their heated exchange, a silent message of her need and the intensity coursing through her.

He held her even closer, their bodies pressing together as if they were trying to become one, his movements unyielding as he matched her passion. Their breaths mingled, her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper as each thrust brought them both closer to a shared climax that was building in intensity, pushing them past every threshold they’d known before.

The night unfolded in a steady rhythm of soft moans and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together. Around them, the candles flickered to life, casting a warm glow that wrapped them in a quiet, intimate light.

Each moment blended into the next, their breaths and touches speaking louder than words, as they lost themselves fully in each other. In the dim glow, it was as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the warmth and intensity they shared

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I opened my eyes as the rays of the sun streamed into the room, illuminating the space with a warm glow.

Uh... I don't remember anything.

As I tried to shake off the fog in my mind, I felt a heavy weight around my waist. Glancing down, I saw a hand resting there—Serene's hand.

With a mix of confusion and discomfort, I turned to face him. A dull ache pulsed through my body, a reminder of something I couldn’t quite grasp.

It hurts. Ouch.