Page 126 of May: Bloom & Bane

“Í amar thé, Saevúra.”

Her lips graze the edge of the blindfold. The sensation shoots a bolt of electricity through my body.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She gives a sudden tug on the leash, and my breath hitches.

Vresh.

“Wherever you want,” I rasp. “I am neeth. Just please… touch me.”

I wait, my breath coming in shallow hitches. The meadow’s silence is agonizing. Every rustle of the grass feels like an explosion against my heightened senses.

She slides her palms up my thighs. The friction of her skin against mine makes the muscles in my legs jump and twitch.

“You’re shaking,” she whispers.

“I’m starving,” I confess, my wings flaring instinctively. “Your touch is the only light I have left.”

I hear the whisper of fabric, something soft sliding against skin. Her weight shifts as she climbs into my lap, her thighs sliding over mine as she settles on top of me.

She’s naked, her heat pressing directly against me.

“Shá,” I choke out. I can feel her pulsing against my vék.

My hands wrap around her hips. She trails kisses down the column of my throat, giving my Adam’s apple extra attention.

With every kiss, her wet heat glides over the crown of my cock, pulling away before I can process the sensation.

It’s torture. And I hope it never stops.

My fingers dig into her hips. “Eden.”

“Mm?” She kisses just below my ear, and I feel her smile against my skin as she rocks forward with another maddening brush of her lavína.

“Please,” I choke out. “I need⁠—”

“What do you need, Sage?”

“You,” I gasp. “I need to be inside you. Please.”

Her fingers slip inside the back of the collar, pulling until my head is tipped all the way back. My hair tickles the back of my calves as my throat is pulled into a taut line.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this,” she whispers, her warm breath fanning over my neck.

“Eden. Please. I’ll stay just like this, on my knees. Just let me in. Let me feel you. Please, I need it so bad I’m shaking.”

Her fingers tighten in my collar until I whimper.

“I want that too,” she whispers, her hips rolling forward, dragging along the full length of my shaft.

Vresh yes⁠—

“As soon as I can hear from Ashán.”

I go still, the slick sound of her still echoing in my mind.

No. No, no, no⁠—

Ashán, please. I need you. She needs you.