She laughed again, the sound a bright bell of joy. "Come on, we need more wine."
I followed her to the cupboard, and she retrieved a bottle, but instead of opening it, she looked around the room. The servants had left for the night, and the castle was still.
"Everyone's asleep," she whispered conspiratorially.
I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Ciara leaned close, her hair brushing my cheek, her lips nearly touching mine. "No one to interrupt," she murmured.
My pulse quickened, and I caught her hand, pulling her with me as I stood. Together, we walked to her room, her laughter echoing down the halls.
As soon as we were through the door, she turned, capturing my lips with her own.
Her kiss was slow and deliberate, as if she'd been waiting all day to taste me. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close as her hands mapped my body.
I murmured encouragement, and she smiled against my mouth, her teeth grazing my lip. When she drew back, I felt the absence like an ache.
"I want to taste every inch of you," she said, her breath warm against my neck.
"I'd like that," I whispered, the words nearly getting lost in the sound of my pounding heart.
Ciara laughed, the low, husky sound she made when she was excited. She took my hand, leading me to the bed, but instead of letting me sit or lie down, she pushed me against the frame.
For a moment, she leaned against me, her cheek resting against mine, our hearts beating in time. Then she kissed me again, her mouth firm against mine as her fingers unbuttoned my shirt.
Each touch was slow and deliberate, a sensual exploration that left my skin tingling with anticipation. When she slipped my shirt off, her palms traced down my chest, pausing at my hips before continuing to my breeches.
Ciara pushed them down, her hands caressing my legs as she did. Then she knelt, and the heat of her mouth on my skin made me shiver.
She pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I gasped at the sensation. "Ciara—"
She laughed softly against my skin. "Hush," she said, taking her time to explore every inch of my flesh.
Eventually, she sat back on her heels, and I reached for her, but she shook her head. "Not yet."
With a grin, she finished undressing me and stood, taking my hand to pull me to the center of the room.
"Turn," she said.
I did as she asked, and she slid her arms around my waist, her mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses against my back.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured, her teeth catching the skin between my shoulder blades.
I groaned at the sensation, my blood heating. "I want you," I breathed. "All of you, every moment."
"Then let me show you," she promised, her voice like silk. "Let me show you how I want you."
We sank onto the bed, our mouths finding each other as we tangled together. My hand slipped to the tie in her hair, freeing the wild strands so they framed her face.
"You're so beautiful," I said, tracing my fingertips across her cheekbones and down her throat.
"And you're mine."
When she leaned in to kiss me, I pulled back just a little, her name on my lips. "Ciara—"
She silenced me with another kiss, her tongue slipping between my teeth to meet mine. Her hips rocked against mine, and I moaned as I felt the heat of her core against my thigh.
Desire roared to life in my belly, my own hips moving instinctively in time with hers. Her skin was so soft, her hair a wild tumble of white as she hovered over me.
The room faded until it was just the two of us, lost in our own little world. I reached up to trace the line of her collarbone, my fingertips dipping into the hollow of her throat.
"Touch me," I whispered, my eyes dark with need.
Ciara's lips grazed my neck, her breath hot against my skin, and I nearly cried out when her hand slipped between my legs. She traced the length of me with her fingertips, the sensation a delicious tease.
When her fingers found my entrance, she paused, looking down at me with dark eyes. "You're already so wet," she said, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
I blushed at her words, but she just chuckled, a husky, low sound. Her fingers slid inside me, and I arched into her touch, my hips moving in time with her movements.
The pleasure built slowly, a tightening in my core that grew and swirled with every stroke of her fingers. Ciara watched me, her dark eyes filled with desire and affection, as her thumb found my clit.
It wasn't long before I came undone, my cry echoing through the silent halls of the castle. I was still shuddering with pleasure when she kissed me, her fingers still buried inside me.
Then she withdrew, her hand making a mess of our skin. Without saying a word, she guided me to roll over onto my stomach, and her palms spread my thighs wide.
For a moment, all I could feel was the heat of her breath against me, but then she licked a trail up the inside of one thigh, pausing just before reaching the juncture.
My hips lifted, searching for her mouth, and Ciara laughed again. She licked up my other thigh, stopping again just short of where I wanted her most.
"Ciara—"
I heard the smile in her voice as she answered. "Patience."
This time, when her lips brushed my skin, they were right where I craved them. Her mouth was hot and wet as she tasted me, her tongue delving deep to find every secret spot that made me cry out.
She ate me like it was her last meal, her fingers moving inside me as her tongue danced across my clit. I gasped and bucked under her ministrations, pleasure washing over me like a wave.
I didn't last long under her expert touch, and soon I was crying out, my hips lifting into her mouth as she sent me over the edge.
This time, she let me fall apart, my body shuddering against the bed as she held me. When my limbs stopped trembling, she kissed the insides of my thighs, then pressed her lips against my back.
"Mine," she murmured again.
I rolled over to meet her eyes. Without a word, I reached for her and pulled her close, our lips meeting in a slow, languorous kiss.
Ciara pulled back with a laugh, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "You want to go again so soon?"
I grinned against her skin. "Maybe I just want to kiss you," I murmured, nuzzling the corner of her jaw.
The smile she gave me was soft and loving, and I felt my heart stutter at the sight. She kissed me back, our tongues dancing together in a languid exploration.
After a while, Ciara pulled back, her breath catching in her throat. " It's been a while since I used my magic to pleasure you." said Ciara.
My pulse quickened at her suggestion. "I'm game if you are."
A wicked smile spread across her face, and she used her fire magic to create a cock just where her pussy was.
" Tell if it hurt." said Ciara said before approaching me.
I nodded, my voice hoarse with anticipation. "It's fine."
Ciara entered me slowly, her cock filling me inch by inch until she was fully seated inside me. Then, with a grin, she started to move, her hips rocking against mine in a slow rhythm.
I cried out at the sensation, pleasure swirling through my blood. She felt so good, her cock thick and full inside me. I rocked back against her, our bodies moving in perfect time.
With Ciara, sex was never just sex. It was an act of worship, a moment where time melted away and left only the two of us.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest as she moved inside me. "You feel so good," I whispered against her ear.
"Mmm," she agreed, her breath hot as it washed over my skin.
I reached between our bodies, my hand finding her clit, and she cried out, her body shuddering as she came close to the edge.
"Don't stop," she said when I paused.
I didn't. I circled my finger against her clit as she thrust inside me, the sensation almost too much to bear.
This time, we came together, our cries echoing in the silent castle. Ciara's arms were around me, holding me close as we rode out the waves of pleasure.
When my body finally stopped shuddering, I leaned back against her, my eyes closing in contentment. For a while, she just held me, her chest moving with each slow breath.