Page 83 of Crown of Flame
"Serena," I repeat in a gasp, digging into her hips as she seizes control of our rhythm.
She leans forward as if reading my mind, pressing her lips to mine in a heated kiss that leaves me reeling. Our tongues dance together in a rhythm that mirrors our lower bodies.
I give in to the overwhelming pleasure that has been building within me. Serena's body freezes above me as her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, a scream of ecstasy pulling from her throat as she rides out her climax on top of me.
This drives me over the edge too.
I grip her hips, pulling her down onto me hard as pleasure overwhelms me. Heat surges up, spilling out into her as I ride out my own orgasm inside her.
My hips buck involuntarily as my cock pulses inside her. She clenches around my cock, with a moan and her body relaxes onto mine as we lay tangled in sweaty sheets and heavy breaths. Serena's head rests against my chest.
I pull her closer still, imprinting the feel of her body against mine into my memory. My heart slows its gallop back to a trot as she nestles closer. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest - that wild rhythm slowing as she drifts off into slumber. Every breath she takes sends tingling waves through me, serving as a gentle reminder of the lovemaking we just shared.
A sense of ownership swells within me - not one that speaks of possession but belonging. At this moment, she is mine just as much as I am hers.
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SERENA
“Hesta! Hesta!”
Frantically, I look out across the cold shores, searching for our daughter. She’s brought so much light into our life that the mere thought of losing her terrifies me beyond reason.
Her radiance is normally noticeable from even far away. The fog-ridden, chilly skies offer no clue as to her location, even in the faintest of light. I try to block out the sounds of pebbles dislodged by my feet, listening intently for any sign of Hesta.
Could she have fallen into a cave? We were so careful about sealing all the entrances she might have stumbled into, but even Cinis isn’t infallible.
I hear the rushing waves in the distance, noting the faint outline of a ship approaching, and it emboldens me.
The dark elves are coming and I have no idea where my daughter is.
“Hesta! Wherever you are, get back here immediately!”
I shout as loud as my voice will carry until it hurts.
I spin around me in all directions, trying to see some faint hint of her light.
Her light brings an embarrassing sense of relief to me, as I spin around and notice her behind me.
“Oh, thank the gods.”
I sprint toward her, noting Cinis’s glowing outline right beside her. Behind me, the ship crashes into the coast.
As I grow closer, I hear her laughter, as Cinis levitates a rock from off the beach, then proceeds to set it on fire.
I want to be so angry at them. Angry at him for not communicating what he was doing with her, angry at her for running away from me without telling me.
Parts of being a parent are enormously difficult. I watch as, suddenly bored, she vanishes in a puff of smoke, and then runs a ring of fire around us. My eyes can barely track her movement.
That’s the funny thing about having a child with a being like Cinis. You don’t exactly know what trials you might face, but it’s not like watching after a human.
“Hesta,” I say calmly. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here.”
She doesn’t stop running smoke around me. Does she ever tire out?
“I guess try the rock thing again,” I tell Cinis.
He chuckles, then begins levitating four rocks. He clinks them together, creating sparks.