Chapter 59: Eating her out
The vine-draped arbor nook of Elaris Hold pulsed with a quiet, untamed wildness, silver-veined vines swaying lazily in the thick, floral-scented air.
Alex’s predatory smirk locked onto Inolda, a spark of mischief flashing in his eyes as he stepped forward. "Where were we?" he purred, his voice a low, teasing taunt.
The mossy floor gave softly under his boots, while the faint shimmer of a glass-leaved tree scattered pale flecks of light across his sweat-slicked chest, the memory of their earlier teasing still clinging to him like a second skin.
Inolda’s pink curls caught the light as they bounced with each subtle movement, framing her sharp, heart-shaped face in a soft, wild halo.
She tilted her chin, the delicate line of her jaw tightening just enough to sharpen the spark in her hazel eyes, a spark that wasn’t quite anger, but something dry and defiant, laced with a teasing kind of boldness.
"Oh, you think you’re leading this?" she murmured, her voice a blend of sharpness and playful edge, each word curling like smoke in the charged space between them.
Without hesitation, she stepped into his space, closing the last sliver of distance until their breaths mingled, warm, uneven, tasting of earth and something wild.
The air around them thickened, saturated with the heady scent of crushed blooms and damp soil, layered with the faint, musky trace of the animal side that always lingered at the edges of moments like this.
It crackled with tension, the ghost of their earlier kisses still smoldering on their lips, leaving the space between them stretched thin, humming with everything unspoken.