Shadowburn (2)

Chapter 5

They laid side by side on the floor of the dining hall. It had been two hours, and neither of them felt like getting up. The cakes he'd manifested earlier lay among them, crushed by their bodies. He'd enjoyed licking some of the flavors from Sin's body, yet, she seemed to enjoy it a lot more when she was returning the favor.

Bedroom, sweets, it had been noted.

Andreas slowly got into a sitting position, his gaze darting around the room. They had wrecked it. Luckily he was a sorcerer and could clean it all up with the snap of his fingers, because it would have been a pain. He would've made the Djin do it by herself, though, as technically it was all her fault. She couldn't wait.

Well, turned out neither could he.

She'd caught him in her tantalizing web, and resisting didn't seem useful or beneficial to him. And giving in had never felt better.

He had been right about waiting, delaying, being more rewarding, and even Sin couldn't disagree with that.

"At this rate, we shouldn't be allowed to be alone in any room," Andreas said after a while, tracing his finger across Sin's hip where there was cream from one of the strawberry cakes, tracing a small circle before bringing his finger to his mouth.

She snorted, her eyes on him lazily. "And why is that? Am I tiring you out? Poor Scotty." She patted his shoulder.

He rose slightly, and brought his lips to her hip, kissing away the remainder of the cream. The action caused a shiver to spread through her body and he smiled. "No, that's not it," he said, placing one arm on the other side of her body as he slowly trailed a path from her hips to her neck with his lips. "I don't fancy every room in my house being destroyed... or a mess," he said between kisses. She tried to twist toward him, but he placed his hand on her shoulder, keeping her down. He tsked. "My turn."

She made a sound somewhere between protest and pleasure. "It's your fault, you know," she said, her words broken up by indrawn breaths, her voice thick as her eyes followed his movements. He kissed the area between her breasts, lingering longer than necessary, his lips lightly grazing the skin. She sucked in a breath. "You could've just vanished us to a bed somewhere."

He shrugged. "There..." he kissed the gentle curve of her breast, "would've," another kiss, slightly higher up, "been," his lips were nearing the rosy tip of her nipple, "no fun," his lips covered the rosy tip, "in that." Her body writhed underneath his touch, small involuntary sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. She let out a gasp when he once again closed his warm lips around her nipple, sucking gently, teasing the tip.

Her gasp turned into a moan. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into them, but not enough yet to draw blood. "Then why-" her words were cut off by a gasp as he continued his sensual onslaught, "are you compl-aining?" she finished in a moan as he removed his lips. He smirked at her.

"I'm not." He moved so he was hovering above her, his left leg angled between hers, opening them. He lowered his head again, this time placing a kiss on her collarbone as his left hand cupped her other breast, the one he hadn't given any attention yet. He placed his thumb over the nipple, rubbing her gently, as his kisses trailed further up her neck. Her nails dug deeper into his back, and she tried to pull him to her, to close the distance that he was keeping. But he didn't let her. As he'd said, it was his turn.

She squirmed under his touch, trying to halt his efforts. He felt her nails pierce his skin, but he only grinned in response. "Gods that's torture," she moaned the last word when he wouldn't relent. "And I would know." She hit his shoulder.

His lips grazed the sensitive skin at her throat, trailing ever so slowly up to her chin, his thumb not ceasing in its movements. "Perhaps, but it's the good kind of torture," he said between kisses, his lips moving down to her ear.