Getting Lost Ch. 04

The laces of Dakath's pants gave her some frustration, as she couldn't seem to remove the garment fast enough. Dakath laughed softly and rolled out from under her. He quickly shoved his breeches down and kicked them aside. His manhood stood up for her rapt attention, and Lotus trailed her fingers along the length of his shaft.

Love and lust smoldered in his eyes as Dakath lay back down with her. Side by side, they caressed one another to a higher level of passion. His skilled fingers parted her moistened labia, drawing more of her fluid to the surface. Any suspicion of virginity vanished, because Dakath knew exactly what he was doing to her engorged clitoris. Feeling an imminent loss of control, Lotus reached up to clutch at the pillow beneath her head, her body writhing in the prince's hands.

He gasped again at the brightness of her glowing marks and the radiant beauty of her climax, still he brought her all the way over the edge before he took his hand away. He watched in silent amazement while she got on top of him again. He gripped her hips, moaning as she mounted him.

The connection was more than skin deep, and Lotus knew that she and Dakath had been created for one another. As friction between their newly joined bodies warmed the flesh, a strong and steady fire caught within their hearts, and two souls became one. Neither of them knew nor cared how long they rolled and writhed together, carrying one another to the furthest heights of pleasure.

Lotus had a cluster of orgasms. One after another shook her mind, body, and spirit in ways she'd never imagined possible. Weakened by the experience, she dropped to his chest, gasping for her breath. Dakath wrapped his arms around her and rolled, never disengaging from her clutching depths.

He held her tight, his breath on her neck. Dakath moaned into her hair as he thrust with a serious intent. He moaned, "Lotus! Oh, oh gods!" In seconds, she felt his release inside of her. He continued to pump through his climax, filling her not only with the essence of his body, but of his spirit. Emotion overwhelmed her as the love of her life collapsed briefly on her chest.

Tears came to her eyes, and when she could speak, Lotus said, "Dakath, I love you. I love you so much." A small choking sound startled them both and they turned to look.

Sabrael stood in her doorway. He appeared frozen in place as he gazed on her and Dakath. Then Sabrael blinked, once, twice. Time started up again, and with a violently trembling hand, Sabrael reached for the latch. He stepped back into the hallway and closed her door between them.

"What was that all about?" Dakath asked her.

"I think," she began. In the stillness of that awkward moment, Lotus understood her mentor's jealousy and possessiveness. She had made her decision. She wanted Dakath, and she had to put a stop to whatever was going through Sabrael's head. "I think you should go."

"But what if..."

"I'll be fine, Dakath. I need to talk to him. I'll make him understand, and I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?"

"I should go with you. I don't trust him, Lotus." He got dressed while he spoke. Pulling on his pants, he said, "I don't want to be like this, but I have to ask. Are you," he swallowed, trying to mask the strength of emotion behind his question. "Are you fucking him?"

She looked into Dakath's eyes for a long time, then she firmly answered, "Not anymore."

His expression resolved and Dakath nodded. "Okay, good. But I know that look, even on a face as ugly as that one. That guy's got issues, Lotus."

"You don't know Sabrael. I do. He's not dangerous, and everything will be all right. I just need to sort things out with him, and it's better if I go alone." She pulled her dress over her head, then kissed Prince Dakath goodbye.