Jaxon could feel it, the shift in Esdeath's energy, and it was like watching a storm cloud part to reveal the sun. His heart quickened, his breath grew shallower. He knew that he was treading on sacred ground.
With a gentle nudge, he encouraged her to move with the rhythm of the rod, their bodies now swaying together in a silent, unspoken dance. His hand slid up her arm, over her shoulder, and curled around her neck. He could feel the tension in her muscles slowly dissolving, like warm wax.
"That's it," he whispered, his breath a warm caress against her ear. "Let it flow through you."
His hand moved from the rod to her hip, a gentle pressure that grew stronger as they continued their silent dance. The rod's warmth grew more intense, and Jaxon guided it closer to the softness of her inner thigh.
Esdeath's breath hitched, and she stiffened for a moment before allowing her leg to part, granting the tool and his hand access to the place she'd never allowed anyone to touch before.
The rod's velvety warmth brushed her inner thigh, the sensation as unfamiliar as it was tantalizing. Jaxon's touch grew bolder, sliding the length of the tool upward with a gentle but insistent pressure, until it grazed the most intimate part of her.
Esdeath's breath hitched, her body tensing again, but Jaxon's firm yet tender grip on her hip kept her grounded. "Trust me," he breathed, his voice a seductive promise in her ear.
He moved the rod in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing the line of her inner thigh with a gentle touch that seemed to burn through layers of ice and steel. The warmth grew more intense with each pass, leaving a trail of heat that coiled and tightened in her core.
Jaxon's fingertips followed the same path, his skin leaving a trail of fire that made her breath catch in her throat. The rod's pulses grew stronger, more insistent, and she felt the first tremors of something she hadn't felt in a long, long time — a need that didn't stem from battle, but from a place deep within herself.
Her body began to move of its own accord, her hips swaying with the rhythm he set, her breath growing more ragged as the warmth grew into an ache. The rod slid higher, closer to the center of her need, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning out.
Jaxon's fingertips danced around the juncture of her thighs, teasing, promising. His hand was steady and sure, guiding the rod with a precision that spoke of experience and patience. And Esdeath, who had faced down armies and conquered lands, found herself trembling at the mercy of a man she didn't fully understand.
But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body craving more. The rod grew warmer, the vibrations more intense, as it approached the apex of her desire. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt — a blend of power and submission that made her pulse race and her breath catch.
The tension grew, the anticipation a living thing between them. Jaxon's hand remained at her hip, his grip firm but not unyielding. He knew she was close, could feel the tremble in her legs, the way she leaned into him.
"Open for me," he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive promise.
And she did.
Esdeath's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself looking into the depths of Jaxon's gaze, her pupils wide with desire and a hint of trepidation. His eyes searched hers, as if seeking permission to go further, and she gave it with the slightest nod.
Jaxon's hand moved with purpose, the rod now pressing firmly against her most sensitive spot. He began to apply more pressure, the vibrations increasing, setting a rhythm that her body eagerly followed. She felt the warmth building within her, a molten heat that spread from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
Esdeath's breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving with each pulse of pleasure that shot through her. Her eyes remained locked with Jaxon's, the intensity of their gaze as powerful as the sensations building within her. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire mirroring her own.
The rod's rhythmic caress grew more insistent, the heat and vibrations a symphony that played in time with the drum of her heart. Her legs quivered, and she leaned harder against him, her body begging for the release that hovered just out of reach.
Jaxon watched her closely, reading every subtle change in her expression, the tightening of her grip on the rod, the way she held her breath. He knew her body's language, knew the signs of her approaching climax.
He whispered into her ear, his voice a dark caress, "Do you feel it, Esdeath? The power of surrender?"
"Mmmm..."
Her only answer was a moan that resonated through the chamber, a sound that was both animalistic and beautifully human. She had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, in this moment, she felt more powerful than ever before.
With each stroke of the rod, Jaxon's hand on her hip grew more possessive, his fingers digging in slightly, his other hand sliding up to cradle her face, tilting it to the side so he could claim her mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as it was gentle.
Their tongues met, dancing together in a passionate tango, each touch a silent declaration of intent. The warmth of his skin, the heat of his mouth, it was like being enveloped in a warm embrace after years of cold isolation.
The rod between their palms grew more demanding, the vibrations reaching a crescendo that matched the rapid beat of her heart. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, a silent reassurance as he led her closer to the peak.
Her breath came in gasps now, her body moving in time with the rhythm he set. The pressure grew, the warmth spiraling into something uncontainable. Jaxon's kiss grew deeper, his tongue coaxing hers in a dance that mirrored their movements with the rod.
The moment stretched, taut as a bowstring, and then — release. The pleasure hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through every nerve, leaving her trembling in its wake. The rod in their joined hands bucked and pulsed, resonating with her climax, a silent testament to their shared power.
Esdeath released a large breath of airy moans.
"I have another rod here...Do you want it? It's not as magical but..."
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