The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 129: Satisfaction And Pleasure (R18)

Chapter 129: Satisfaction And Pleasure (R18)

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ZINA

"How I wish you could see what you look like right now," Daemon’s lips crept up to her ears in a hot all consuming whisper, "but I guess it’s alright that your imagination runs wild and takes the lead for your sight."

Zina’s imagination was running wild indeed. But it was hard to control the directions of her imaginations when her body from head to toe was set on carnal fire. Something was amiss in the bubble of pleasure that she was trapped in, and she quickly realised it was the fact that Daemon wasn’t touching her elsewhere save for gripping her waist like he wanted to crush it.

All the while, only his lips had done the touching and the feeling. His fingers had forever remained static on her waist.

"Touch me," she whispered breathlessly to him like a plea for the water of eternal life.

"Might we bring in the ice?" The head maidservant repeated for what might have been the hundredth time since she and Daemon were buried in her heat.

She could hear the dark smile in his voice even without seeing it as he commanded. "The Theta wishes to take a hot bath." He drawled. "In that case, one bucket of ice will do."

The sound of the door opening travelled to them just as Daemon’s lips recaptured hers in a torturing kiss, his tongue slipping into her wet mouth, nipping and sucking. Heat crept up Zina’s cheeks at the realisation that the maidservant was now in the room while she was entangled with Daemon, doing wanton things.

"Where will I drop it, your majesty?" The woman asked just as Daemon bit Zina’s lips in the tortuous kiss, drawing her blood. He licked at the wound, lapping at it like some delicious liquid he couldn’t go without.

Zina was a breathless, wasted mess at that moment, the gesture unfurling something hot within her as yet another wave of her heat harshly slammed into her, stealing her ability to talk altogether.

She tasted some of her blood while her earlier request of him lingered between them.

Touch me.

"Drop it by the door," Dameon commanded carelessly, abruptly carrying Zina upside down by his strong shoulders. Zina squealed, and before she could make sense of what he was doing, her body hit soft sheets.

He disappeared while Zina laid on her bed, panting hard like she had run a marathon race. She was filled with a raw need that she didn’t know what to do with. A raw need that threatened to consume her until only pieces of her body strewn apart was all that would be left of her.

The need in her scorched like a burning flame that wouldn’t go off. The more water that was poured on it, the more the flames burned hotter and flared brighter. Daemon’s kisses that were usually enough for her now barely sated her, instead, his kisses stroked the desire in her to unimaginable heights. She was so strung tight that her frustration reared its head, filling her with self anger.

In Daemon’s absence, Zina stewed over any crumb of knowledge she had on pleasure and satisfaction—a knowledge that was limited for sure. Daemon was hell bent on torturing her, and at this rate, she might as well combust under her fanned Heat.

She remembered the wanton tales Theta Audrey told her, one of them which was that a woman didn’t always need a man to satisfy her. A woman could bring satisfaction to herself by her own touch.

Zina had never done that. But as the knowledge came to her, she couldn’t resist the urge to try.

Instinctively, her hands crept down her body to the rope she was wearing. She was insane alright, for never in her entire life did she imagine she would ever touch herself in that manner, but she was willing to do anything to get rid of the edges of her desire that was now burying her alive.

Her fingers trailed from her chest to her stomach that was tightened from trapped in desires, and then it trailed down to the middle of her thighs that was on fire from her heat and the heat of Daemon’s kisses and sparse touches. Just as she was about to touch herself there, his footsteps grew closer to her.

Zina quickly removed her fingers as embarrassment burned at her cheeks. She was so sure that Daemon must have caught her and that was confirmed by his next words.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked in dark amusement.

Zina stiffened, not answering. Just the knowledge that Daemon would know the truth made her want to bury herself in a deep whole where no one would find her.

"I assume that at the very least you must have touched yourself before?" He continued suspiciously like the idea that Zina might not have touched herself was the most preposterous thing he had ever heard of. When Zina didn’t answer, he continued in a shocked voice.

"Sweet goddess, you haven’t touched yourself? Just how virgin are you in a world run by pleasure?"

Zina sat upright on the bed, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden. She knew many mocked her for her vow of chastity behind closed doors, but she had never felt the need to explain to anyone that she took the vow to protect herself.

She guessed as the years passed, she could have dabbled in one or two scandalous affairs that would remain a secret, but Zina’s childhood notions of a love that would sweep her off her feet and set her whole body on fire meant that she held out for a long time waiting for such a man and not finding the need to dabble in such affairs.

And now, that man came in the form of her second chance mate who naturally swept her off her feet just by the desire that sparked between them courtesy of their bond.

Which meant now, she wouldn’t mind breaking her vows.

"What do you mean by how virgin I am?" Zina repeated the crude words that only sounded cruder the moment they rolled off her lips. She cringed internally, reminding herself not to ever repeat Daemon’s words on her lips again.

"Exactly what I said."

The bed dipped, announcing his hot presence. Zina wondered where he had briefly gone to, but her curiosity was squashed the moment his hands crept up to gather her once trailing hands in his.

"Why... let me teach you how to touch yourself then."

Zina forgot how to breathe as the place where their hands met caught fire. She supposed she should have been ashamed that she couldn’t resist such a wanton offer, but the combustible edge of her heat meant that sanity had eluded her.

His fingers guided hers to trailing down from her breasts, to her abdomen, then to her core.

Was she really doing this? She asked herself amidst the thundering of her heart in her ears, but the answer came the moment he expertly manipulated her fingers to press at her nub.

Zina cried out, arching into his touch. The goddess, this was more intimate than anything that she had ever had before with Daemon, and yet, they were doing it over her robes.

"This won’t do," he whispered devilishly, leading her fingers down to her thighs, until they crept under the robe, caressing her naked flesh. He pressed her fingers again, this time against hot flesh soaked in all the wetness of the world, and then he started moving her fingers against her nub.

Zina laid on the bed, her thighs slightly spread as both her fingers and Daemon’s did wicked, intimate things to a place that she had never touched. But the gesture hardly took off the edge of her heat, and Daemon knew that for he carelessly tossed her fingers away.

"This won’t do," he said breathlessly, the musky scent of his own need slamming into Zina as she felt his control slip away. "I will reach you later, but for now, allow me to introduce you to a world of pleasure."

And then he slammed two fingers into her.