Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 21 Voyages

She felt such peace rush over her in waves. Sleep wasn't a mere task anymore. It seemed to be almost a luxury. Flames lick like warm honey and splashed whiskey up her spine - heating her in lush bliss.

Bliss so divine it's almost an agony.

Alone in the darkness of her room; her bed had been a dark cold land. Now it's hers and Kylo's different plain now. It's their intimacy and their love all bunched together as they curl into each other at night. His muscles like cold slabs of marble at her back. Arms like cold columns securing her to his chest. Holding her safe. Possessing her.

She drifts in a dream state. A lake of warm honey and milk, and sun warmed silks lapping her body. Curling around her like it bore some form of muscle memory in its touch. Kind and reverent. Hands traverse her body. Over hills of bone and the rolling peaks of her soft shapes, lean hands with long knowing fingers wander across her skin like she's a thing of wonder, a map.

His aura pulses off his skin. Life breathes coolly out of him like the cold north wind. Jasmine, wood sage, and elderberries dance like chirping violin notes up into her nose. Into her reckoning his little flutters of scent invade her dreams. That scent is familiar yet it remains a stranger to her-

Her head lolls back onto the soft down of a pillow behind her head. Her legs shift lazy and indolent. It feels far off in her own body, like she's somehow stuck in amber like an insect or moulded into sticky dark syrup. Stuck in a pool of ink. Her blood feels like molten metal sloshing around her veins and carrying pleasure to every fingertip. To the roots of her hair. To her toes. She feels every spark of it.

Lust.

Wanton desire and it's making a mess out of her. She's spread open and pressed into a mattress. A body weighing her down into it. She's sighing and trembling and her body rocks into the kind kiss of a pair of lips suckling at her chest. A clever tongue slips cool and fluid - like water - over her nipples that crest into his mouth. A tender kiss is placed on each peak. The buds stiffen under the caress of such a knowing mouth.

Words melt off his tongue onto her breasts like a pouring of cherry wine. "How beautiful you are little spark... how bewitching."

She feels him hum against her skin. Voice beating through her blood and the tissue of her. Wracks against her trembling loud heart. She sighs. Still lost to sucking swallowing blackness. Bliss popping in fizzing sparking kernels in her bloodstream.

She whines - he moves. Slides lower as smoothly as a serpent. Presses kisses to the bony twins of her hipbones. Admires them. Those long fingered and patient hands, slender and supple, push her thighs apart.

She feels a burning kiss of metal on his fingers, rings burn cold and hard. Slotted on many of his slim fingers. Pressing their smooth stones into her legs. She doesn't seem to register how differently these hands treat her- she only feels how they worship her with every touch.

Hair, feathers of long hair sweeps her inner thighs where they rest pushed far apart. Eased back to the pristine sheets she's laying on. Crisp and white. Fallen snow under her sweating palms. A long slithering tongue drags through her curls. Seeking her sex and he finds it so easily. The pink petals of her velvet cunt that overflow and drip gladly onto his smiling lips.

Her hips buck into him. She can't help it. Cunningly he moves to suck her swollen wanting pussy into his mouth. Curling along one side and then the other. Sucking those precious sweet lips into his mouth. Releasing them with a slurping pop. Every move deliberate. Every spasm of pleasure a punch to her gut. Like someone plunged a hand deep inside her and kept squeezing her spine.

She begs and sobs for this familiar stranger. Her thighs quiver around his ears like she's scared. She should be. This angel between her thighs could slaughter entire cities with a click of his omnipotent demonic fingers.