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it took lucien several months to feel even a mere ounce of comfortable before he dared used his abilities in front of elain, terrified that the moment he had used his own magic the red headed bitch would find them— and end his mate. in this particular moment, he watches the bite mark upon her flesh glow. a proud mark of his true identity, seen. how she hadn’t shyed away from him, even as he continued to show his true self. his cheeks burn at her sight, still bare. “you love it @seerfawn, admit it.” he teases against her flesh, reaching forward and hauling her limbs into him. “you like.. this.” he whispers along her jaw line, his fingers diving between her pretty thighs.

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elain turns back to the mattress beneath her, rubbing against the pressure of lucien hovering above her back. "i was stating a fact," she argues in response, feeling a steadily growing heat between her thighs. elain still isn't used to what his fae abilities can cause. his hand, having taken a dip, now adds to the fire he's already set. a gently exhaled whimper falls as @faempry laughs. "you don't have to be mean about it." when she turns herself over, the marks he's peppered her skin with are almost glowing.

you're going to leave a mark.

fire embers crack in the warm night air, a slight breeze brings the ocean scent flowing into the open villa mixed with utter sex. lucien doesn't regret breaking the hanging bed, a memory that would forever follow by laughter and heated cheeks. elain though, oh. she was spent. her thighs still tremble in his hands as he rolls out a knot with his thumbs, she was putty. once ivory skin now freshly rosy. the autumn born male lowers himself against her naked back, his mouth pressing wet slopping kisses along her spine, up towards her bare shoulder, sucking against the bare skin. when @seerfawn groans into him with her words, he chuckles against her skin. "does that upset you? hmm?"

a very thin garment of a dress hangs loosely upon her shoulders, the right shoulder of the strap fallen upon her sun kissed skin while she twists against the many layers of their blankets and elain, all the while keeping her beloved book close to eye level, never once missing a word. even as elain makes her breathless. the way her thick plump lips crosses along her thigh, a hitch of her breath— a bite of her lip, sera dares steal a glance at her seer, she has to bite back a moan at the sight of the women between her legs. the ancient one can't help the sound coming from her mouth, an ache, begging, demanding. "what do you think sweetheart?"

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elain's fingers pull back the thin fabric of sera's dress. unable to deny how beautiful she looks as sunlight streams through the delicate drapery hanging from the windows. the seer is unaccustomed to finding @faempry reading in the late afternoon, let alone tempting elain from her own bed. she hears the slight murmur of want as if it's a siren song. she would never dare to stop. lips place kisses in a trail, moving further up until there is an end in sight. a glistening calls elain to brush the backs of her fingers against sera with a feather light touch, a hum of delight when she's greeted with undeniable arousal. "is it your book that's doing this to you?" she teases, "or something else?"

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

ivory skin was flushed pink, goosebumps peppering across her entire core— up her arms, down her spine.. sera arches herself into her beloved elain. a book was in her hand, a finger pressed against the rough paper to keep her place, her blue piercing orbs dares to snatch a glance at the lover between her thighs. the woman’s words were gentle. “keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” she can’t— every time the ancient fae attempts to read a word across the paper, a kiss is planted upon her inner thigh, leaving her breathless. “don’t— stop.”