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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,845
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3
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A Taste of Fire
Rafiq felt the elf’s lips part beneath his and slid his other hand around her slender waist as he deepened the kiss. She tasted of elven wine and wood smoke, a combination as intoxicating as any liquor. He felt her hands skim over his back and then cup his neck.
She kissed as most women did, though he held no shy Kamardi maid or bold tavern girl in his arms. Cagila was confident, self-possessed, and had apparently had her eye on him for as long as he’d had his eyes on her. Her hands slid back down and sought their way under his tunic until they found the flesh of his back. Rafiq pressed her too the cool stone of the castle wall and dipped his tongue between her mouth.
The taste of her and her soft center cradling his length made Rafiq’s head spin. “Lovely.” He whispered against her mouth in Kamardi and felt her lips curve in response. He trailed his mouth down her jaw to the lower curve of her ear.
She inhaled slowly, “insulus.” He was unsure of the meaning of the elven word, but the need in her voice was clear enough. Rafiq tugged her head back and traced his lips up over the delicately pointed tip of her ear.
Cagila melted like sweet cor’insa, and Rafiq growled in triumph as he filled his hand with her breast. “I would have you tonight, if you wish.” He felt her shudder against him, and then golden lashes lifted to reveal green eyes dark with desire.
“Bene.” Cagila traced a hand over the skin of his stomach and then smiled wryly. “Where though? I do not have a room of my own yet.”
“I have one at the Blue Pot.”
“Not there, we’d never make it past the front door. Besides, isn’t A’Khali with you?”
Rafiq laughed and kissed her lightly. “He would not complain, but I agree with you. Come on, I know a better place.”
He took her by the hand and led her through the main gates. The night sky sparkled with thousands of diamond stars and he heard Cagila whisper in her own tongue.
The pure joy on her face when he turned to look moved him as little else had in this world. The young prince was far too cynical for his years and the more he roamed the less he saw that surprised him. But to see a being who was five times his age with a look of such unbridled reverence in her eyes stole his breath away. “What did you say?”
She tore her gaze from the stars and smiled, stepping closer to him and sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. “Vide astra, son non qyin.” He kept his eyes open as she kissed him, and could see the stars above reflected in their depths. “It means…dream in the light, and walk above.” Her eyes flicked upwards again. “There are legends that my people once walked there.”
“There? You mean up there?” Rafiq blinked and looked up. He realized he was gaping when her laughter danced through the air.
“It matters not. Today is the day of my birth, Rafiq Z’Annanndar Malikan.” She slid against him with a wicked grin. “What did you get me for a present?”
He laughed, then brought his mouth down hard on hers and kissed her fiercely. “Come with me and I’ll show you.” He led her through the twisting streets of Leonev until they came to a small tavern tucked back among the shadows.
“The Blue Rider?” Cagila wore an expression of bemused interest. Rafiq arched an eyebrow at her in question and she shook her head. “I am told my grandmother went by that name.” She smiled softly. “She fought in the Light War with your ancestor I believe.”
“Huh.” Rafiq was suddenly aware of the pearl ring upon his right hand, a family treasure purportedly passed down from the war. “Not through the front, il’ani,” he grinned and caught her arm. “An unhealthy lot frequents this place. You’d cause a riot if we strolled right in.” He tugged her around the corner.
“Unhealthy? You frequent this place.” She raised an eyebrow.
“When the occasion calls for it.” He rapped a peculiar rhythm on the back door and winked at her. “I own the place.”
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She kissed as most women did, though he held no shy Kamardi maid or bold tavern girl in his arms. Cagila was confident, self-possessed, and had apparently had her eye on him for as long as he’d had his eyes on her. Her hands slid back down and sought their way under his tunic until they found the flesh of his back. Rafiq pressed her too the cool stone of the castle wall and dipped his tongue between her mouth.
The taste of her and her soft center cradling his length made Rafiq’s head spin. “Lovely.” He whispered against her mouth in Kamardi and felt her lips curve in response. He trailed his mouth down her jaw to the lower curve of her ear.
She inhaled slowly, “insulus.” He was unsure of the meaning of the elven word, but the need in her voice was clear enough. Rafiq tugged her head back and traced his lips up over the delicately pointed tip of her ear.
Cagila melted like sweet cor’insa, and Rafiq growled in triumph as he filled his hand with her breast. “I would have you tonight, if you wish.” He felt her shudder against him, and then golden lashes lifted to reveal green eyes dark with desire.
“Bene.” Cagila traced a hand over the skin of his stomach and then smiled wryly. “Where though? I do not have a room of my own yet.”
“I have one at the Blue Pot.”
“Not there, we’d never make it past the front door. Besides, isn’t A’Khali with you?”
Rafiq laughed and kissed her lightly. “He would not complain, but I agree with you. Come on, I know a better place.”
He took her by the hand and led her through the main gates. The night sky sparkled with thousands of diamond stars and he heard Cagila whisper in her own tongue.
The pure joy on her face when he turned to look moved him as little else had in this world. The young prince was far too cynical for his years and the more he roamed the less he saw that surprised him. But to see a being who was five times his age with a look of such unbridled reverence in her eyes stole his breath away. “What did you say?”
She tore her gaze from the stars and smiled, stepping closer to him and sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. “Vide astra, son non qyin.” He kept his eyes open as she kissed him, and could see the stars above reflected in their depths. “It means…dream in the light, and walk above.” Her eyes flicked upwards again. “There are legends that my people once walked there.”
“There? You mean up there?” Rafiq blinked and looked up. He realized he was gaping when her laughter danced through the air.
“It matters not. Today is the day of my birth, Rafiq Z’Annanndar Malikan.” She slid against him with a wicked grin. “What did you get me for a present?”
He laughed, then brought his mouth down hard on hers and kissed her fiercely. “Come with me and I’ll show you.” He led her through the twisting streets of Leonev until they came to a small tavern tucked back among the shadows.
“The Blue Rider?” Cagila wore an expression of bemused interest. Rafiq arched an eyebrow at her in question and she shook her head. “I am told my grandmother went by that name.” She smiled softly. “She fought in the Light War with your ancestor I believe.”
“Huh.” Rafiq was suddenly aware of the pearl ring upon his right hand, a family treasure purportedly passed down from the war. “Not through the front, il’ani,” he grinned and caught her arm. “An unhealthy lot frequents this place. You’d cause a riot if we strolled right in.” He tugged her around the corner.
“Unhealthy? You frequent this place.” She raised an eyebrow.
“When the occasion calls for it.” He rapped a peculiar rhythm on the back door and winked at her. “I own the place.”
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