Shadow Hunter (Court of Life and Death Book 2)

I reached the border of her pants.
Take them off. Her voice rang through my mind as something between commanding and begging. Either way, I was more than happy to comply.
With a snap, her pants disappeared along with my cloak, and my hand traveled the rest of the way to stop between her legs.
“My love,” I growled softly. “You’re far too tense. Relax for me…”
“You get me far too excited to relax,” she purred, pushing her hips forward so that my fingers hit her clit.
I chuckled and pushed her back against the wall. “I know exactly what you mean.” The look in her eyes was a beautiful mixture of vulnerable desire and absolute lust. I kissed her hard, flexing the fingers between her legs as I began to massage her. She was already so wet, and I wanted so badly to fuck her right then, but I meant what I said about worshipping her the way she deserved.
I grabbed her hips with both hands and lifted her up to wrap her legs around me. My lips never separated from hers as I laid her beautiful figure down on the bed. She moaned as my lips showered her with kisses, beginning at her jaw and moving down her neck, stopping periodically to suck on certain spots I knew would get a reaction.
Her hands wove their way through my hair as I made my way down her torso, across her hips, and kissed her thighs, making her shudder. I smiled and kissed her clit before flicking it with my tongue. She emitted a chorus of gasps and moans as I sucked softly and stroked the outside of her pussy, teasing her before sliding one finger inside and thrusting it in and out of her. I alternated between moving both my tongue and my fingers slowly and sensually as well as rough and hard.
Every moan from her lips encouraged me to keep going. I added another finger inside her and began to move with much more purpose and force. Her moans began to escalate, music to my ears. I heard her beg me to keep going, and she gripped my hair harder. I continued at the same pace until she came, happily taking the opportunity to lick up as much of her juices as I could.
“Syrion.” She spoke my name with such a breathless desire that I felt my own desire flare within me. I crawled up the bed until we were face to face, wiping her off my mouth with the back of my hand, an unmistakable smirk on my lips.
“Yes, my Queen?”
“I love you,” she moaned, kissing me hard. I laid down and rolled over so that she was on top of me, snaking one hand through her hair and wrapping the other around her back.
“I love you, too.”
She shifted, so that she was on her knees, and I felt her raise up her lower back, lifting until she was high enough to meet my tip with her lips. She lowered herself down slowly, inch by inch, teasing me with every twitch. Before she could get all the way down, I grabbed her hips and slammed them against mine. We both moaned as our bodies collided, and I began to thrust up and down as she rode me. I kept one hand firmly on her hips to guide her as our bodies moved together, while the other hand traveled up to wrap around her neck. We continued to move together, and I eventually moved my hand from her hip to play with her clit once again. I sped up and slowed down, matching the rhythm she set with me, until we finally both came together, her voice mixing with mine, echoing through the room and into the night.

7
Myrcedes
Syrion thought we should wait until another day when I hadn’t worn myself out, and maybe he was right. I had been waiting to ask them to take me to the Floor of Dreams for days, though, and after learning everything I had learned that day, I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to see if it would give me answers about the council, about who was responsible.
I recalled what Daath had told me months ago, that it was an exhausting experience, and that the Floor took you on a journey you had to prepare for. I tried to ask Syrion as we climbed the staircase what that meant, but he didn’t seem to have an answer.
“I don’t know how to describe it. But I think you’re ready to experience it yourself,” he assured me. This wasn’t as assuring as I wished it was. My stomach churned with every step, and my nerves kept multiplying, but I had to know what I would see.
“What are you hoping to see, exactly?”
“I want to know who exactly helped Minerva hurt my family.”
“Myrcedes,” he said calmly. “Be prepared. The Floor will show you what it thinks you need to know, and that may not always be what you want.”
“What are you telling me?” I frowned as we neared the top.
“Nothing,” he shook his head. “I have no idea what you will see once you enter. I just want you to prepare for the possibility that not everything will be answered how you want…”
I frowned but continued to climb, unsure of what he meant. I tried to imagine what could happen and how to prepare for it, but it felt like trying to decipher a language I’d never heard before. I had no ideas and a million questions, so I tried to keep in mind the ones that mattered most to me. I wanted to know who was responsible, how to take revenge, and most importantly, I wanted to know more about my parents.
We reached the door that led to the hallway on the fifth floor, and Syrion stopped. “Since you’re going to seek answers, I won’t go with you. You need to be alone to communicate clearly with the Source.”
I stared at him with a hint of fear.