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with inhuman swiftness and power.
Raeche cried out from pain and fire. Her entrance burned as an intense pressure built inside her until she could barely breathe. Yet when he started to leave her she begged him to give her a moment, to stay buried deep within her for a moment still. For a second she felt as if she could not move. As if he had torn her body in two, though she knew he had pulled back at the last moment, still was not seated within her to the hilt.
As a tear started in her eye, she craned her neck to seek him behind her. Lanus bowed his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her eye, then moved his lips lower to capture hers again.
Almost immediately the pain inside her subsided and she clamped her thighs harder around him. The aching throb returned as his fingers found their way to the small spot just above where their bodies connected. Raeche ground her hips and Lanus answered her movements with slow steady ones of his own.
Raeche needed more. In the blink of an eye her hunger for him had doubled. Sweat made a sheen on her skin as he continued to take care with her, to let her body get accustomed to him even though the fire had already spread.
Instinctively, she raised her hands above her head, locking them behind his neck.
Formed from the Emperor’s Spirit, a phantom tongue, hot and moist, softly licked at each of her nipples, finally drawing deep and strong and igniting a burst of sensation as Lanus bit down on the back of her neck before speeding up his long strokes, punching so deep inside her body that friction and pressure prevented her from connecting one thought to another. He impaled her, ground his body against hers. He gripped her hips to lift her from his body then bring her down again until an explosion flashed through her body, blinding her, stealing her breath, and stopping her heart.
She screamed for Lanus. She cried as wave after wave, ripple after ripple of violent pleasure laid waste to her every thought, to her strength and will. In minutes, maybe seconds, their frenzied passion had brought her the most powerful release the Empire had surely ever known.
Raeche’s arms went limp. She barely had enough awareness to realize that Lanus had caught her and was laying her face down on her bed. For a second she thought to wonder if he had found his pleasure, but as he left her, she felt the proof.
“You must call a servant before Light and wash before Taritana comes,” he instructed, “or she will believe you have betrayed me…again.”
He left.
Chapter 11
Raeche did not wash. Instead, she stayed naked in bed in a daze, remembering and reveling and dreaming of things she could have done, wanted to do when next he came to her. Lanus’s scent still clung to her skin and she still burned with the ache from their joining.
Her Personal came an hour after Light. She requested a bath drawn for Raeche and her bedding replaced. Perhaps Raeche should have summoned a servant as Lanus commanded but, for a reason she could not name, she felt a servant would have been an intrusion. Taritana was not, whether she disdained Raeche and this menial task or not.
When Taritana stared at her, Raeche turned to her and asked, “Did you remove the Emperor’s clothing?”
“The Emperor’s… Empress, I apologize for my confusion.”
“Oh.” Raeche smiled sweetly. “He must have taken them this morning.”
When Taritana’s pale face turned even paler, Raeche knew her own delight to be petty, unworthy of her Spirit, but she did not care. Raeche shook her head. She had wanted Taritana there with her. Though she would not speak of the night’s events with her, her Personal was, by law, a sister to her and her presence brought some comfort along with its measure of tension. Still, a possessiveness she had not known existed stole over her and she wanted to make clear to Taritana that she would never have the Emperor, even if the Personal had already accepted this circumstance long
Raeche cried out from pain and fire. Her entrance burned as an intense pressure built inside her until she could barely breathe. Yet when he started to leave her she begged him to give her a moment, to stay buried deep within her for a moment still. For a second she felt as if she could not move. As if he had torn her body in two, though she knew he had pulled back at the last moment, still was not seated within her to the hilt.
As a tear started in her eye, she craned her neck to seek him behind her. Lanus bowed his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her eye, then moved his lips lower to capture hers again.
Almost immediately the pain inside her subsided and she clamped her thighs harder around him. The aching throb returned as his fingers found their way to the small spot just above where their bodies connected. Raeche ground her hips and Lanus answered her movements with slow steady ones of his own.
Raeche needed more. In the blink of an eye her hunger for him had doubled. Sweat made a sheen on her skin as he continued to take care with her, to let her body get accustomed to him even though the fire had already spread.
Instinctively, she raised her hands above her head, locking them behind his neck.
Formed from the Emperor’s Spirit, a phantom tongue, hot and moist, softly licked at each of her nipples, finally drawing deep and strong and igniting a burst of sensation as Lanus bit down on the back of her neck before speeding up his long strokes, punching so deep inside her body that friction and pressure prevented her from connecting one thought to another. He impaled her, ground his body against hers. He gripped her hips to lift her from his body then bring her down again until an explosion flashed through her body, blinding her, stealing her breath, and stopping her heart.
She screamed for Lanus. She cried as wave after wave, ripple after ripple of violent pleasure laid waste to her every thought, to her strength and will. In minutes, maybe seconds, their frenzied passion had brought her the most powerful release the Empire had surely ever known.
Raeche’s arms went limp. She barely had enough awareness to realize that Lanus had caught her and was laying her face down on her bed. For a second she thought to wonder if he had found his pleasure, but as he left her, she felt the proof.
“You must call a servant before Light and wash before Taritana comes,” he instructed, “or she will believe you have betrayed me…again.”
He left.
Chapter 11
Raeche did not wash. Instead, she stayed naked in bed in a daze, remembering and reveling and dreaming of things she could have done, wanted to do when next he came to her. Lanus’s scent still clung to her skin and she still burned with the ache from their joining.
Her Personal came an hour after Light. She requested a bath drawn for Raeche and her bedding replaced. Perhaps Raeche should have summoned a servant as Lanus commanded but, for a reason she could not name, she felt a servant would have been an intrusion. Taritana was not, whether she disdained Raeche and this menial task or not.
When Taritana stared at her, Raeche turned to her and asked, “Did you remove the Emperor’s clothing?”
“The Emperor’s… Empress, I apologize for my confusion.”
“Oh.” Raeche smiled sweetly. “He must have taken them this morning.”
When Taritana’s pale face turned even paler, Raeche knew her own delight to be petty, unworthy of her Spirit, but she did not care. Raeche shook her head. She had wanted Taritana there with her. Though she would not speak of the night’s events with her, her Personal was, by law, a sister to her and her presence brought some comfort along with its measure of tension. Still, a possessiveness she had not known existed stole over her and she wanted to make clear to Taritana that she would never have the Emperor, even if the Personal had already accepted this circumstance long
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