Chapter 218: You scream beautiful.
~ Gwen’s POV~
Anastasia looked around and then pulled me inside my chamber. The door closed softly behind us.
My room was dim, lit only by the dying glow of the hearth. I didn’t speak at first. My chest still felt too tight, my thoughts crashing into each other.
I walked to the window, needing to feel the night air through the glass, needing anything to stop me from crumbling. How do I even begin explain how I was feeling? How?
Anastasia, bless her heart, didn’t press me. She just waited, her presence a quiet warmth behind me.
“I’m cursed,” I finally whispered. My voice sounded small, like that of a child. “That’s what she said. That our blood is hunted. She keeps reminding me...that...that I’m... Arabelle. Isn't that weird? The Arabelle I have flimsy memory of is actually cursed meaning I am cursed?"
It started snowing outside, I put my hands outside. It was the first snow of the season. I enjoyed the feeling of the drop of snow melting away in my palm.
Anastasia stepped forward slowly. “Gwen... sit with me, please.” Her voice was soft, coaxing.
I turned, still trembling. I didn’t want to fall apart in front of her, but the second I looked into her eyes, something inside me broke. I walked to the bed, and she pulled me gently to sit beside her.
I couldn’t stop shaking.
“She knew all along. Drogon did too,” I said, my throat tight. “They kept it from me. Like I was too weak to handle the truth.”
Anastasia reached out and touched my hand, her fingers warm and steady. “You’re not fragile,” she said. “You’re stronger than they give you credit for.”
Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. “Then why do I feel so lost?”
Her hand moved to my cheek, brushing away a tear. “Because everything you believed just changed. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”
I closed my eyes, letting her touch ground me. The silence between us wasn’t suffocating. It was soothing. I felt safe, and warm at the pit of my stomach.
Her thumb brushed my cheek again. This time, slower.
My eyes opened, and for a moment, neither of us said a word. Her gaze searched mine, and something passed between us. She leaned in. Pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I should have just accepted it. Let it soothe me.
But when her lips lingered a second too long, I felt the warmth again. It curled low in my belly and made my breath catch. My hand moved without thinking, resting lightly on her arm.
She felt it. I saw it in her eyes when she pulled back and looked at me , really looked understanding what I was asking for.
“Anastasia,” I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for.
Her eyes softened. “I’m here.”
I leaned in this time. I gently brush my lips against hers. Testing and waiting, when she didn’t pull away, instead kissed me back with a quiet hunger, I knew I wanted more.
Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of honey. My hands found her waist, and hers cupped my cheek again, guiding me as the kiss deepened. Our breathing grew heavier. Her fingers moved up to my hair, slipping through the strands as our mouths searched and found each other.
The kiss grew needier. My heart thundered as I felt her fingers trail down my arm, then rest over my neck.
She pulled away just enough to look at me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
Her smile was soft but laced with fire. She kissed me again, this time slower but firmer, her hands sliding to the back of my neck and holding me there like she couldn’t bear to let go.
Clothes became distractions, pulled aside in quiet gasps and tender touches. Her skin against mine was fire and silk, a kind of comfort I never knew I needed. My fingers trailed the curve of her back, the shape of her collarbone, the rise of her breasts beneath my palm.
She kissed my neck, my shoulder, each place her lips touched making me arch closer.
When her mouth found the swell of my breast, I gasped softly, feeling every inch of her devotion. The way she worshipped me with lips and hands made my body tremble. I didn’t feel lost anymore. I felt seen. Wanted.
Her hand slid down to my thighs making me shiver.
I let her guide me back onto the bed, the mattress soft beneath my bare skin. I parted my thighs instinctively, drawn to her, aching with a need I couldn’t name. Every nerve in my body felt raw and alive.
Her mouth kissed down my belly, and I gripped the sheets, already breathless from her touch. She was gentle but firm, tasting me like I was something sacred. My back arched, a moan slipping from my lips before I could stop it.
“Anastasia...” I breathed.
She came back up to me, her lips tasting faintly of me. She kissed me again, and I tasted myself on her tongue. The mix of shame and hunger made my heart pound harder.
“I feel like I’m burning,” I whispered into her mouth. “Like my whole body is...”
“You’re beautiful like this,” she said against my lips. “Let yourself feel it.”
I opened my legs as she moved downward. Her mouth found my clit and in my pussy from top to bottom, now I was breathing heavy.
She would kiss me and then come back to embraced me, it was a repeated cycle that didn't give me any relief.
Unable to take it anymore, I decided to take charge as I flipped her on the mattress and sat on naked pussy and gods was it divine.
"Mmm... This feels good Ana," I moaned out as I continued to rub my pussy against hers while I pinned her hands above her head.
" Y-you have to s-stop," she stutters out.
" I-I never thought a day will ever come that I will see the great Anastasia Wan stuttering. Gods above, you feel good Ana." I didn't know what came over me.
However, I like seeing Ana come undone and knowing it's because of me as she looked at me those lust filled dark eyes of hers as if she intends to eat me alive made me wetter. I slam my hips against hers and it was a beautiful scream.
Ana scream was truly beautiful.
" Now, you scream beautiful, Ana. Do you want to play a crazy game with me?" I didn't know what had come over me but I liked seeing Ana under me.
It was addicting.
" Ahhh..." Ana moaned as I used a spell that blew cold air like ice on her nipples. I binded her hands together and spread her legs with a spell.
" G-gwen, what's wrong?" A tear slip down her face. Ana doesn't cry. In the midst of that tear, I could still see that lust in her eyes.
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