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The swan and the Goldfinch	By : Madettica Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 4157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Most characters owned by Laurell K Hamilton, however Rose is all mine.*Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off of this story. Stuff like that.

Deftly she slipped to straddle my waist, a delicate, feather like movement that brought her thighs to encase my own within their bare warmth. The silk of her nightgown rippled and pooled around the upper most curve of her thighs, so temptingly close to that hidden apex. I took her in my arms, helpless to her eager charms. It had been so long since someone had touched me in such a way, not to punish me, not to pity be, but to touch me because they needed to, wanted to. Such feelings overwhelmed me and it seemed the same for her, for her small child like hands ravaged at my shirt, her body trembling all the while, as if she would soon burst into flames if she were not allowed access.

It seemed as if I would soon wake, as if this were all but some marvelous dream, and if indeed it was I would revel in it while I may and the consequences be damned. Calmer than I thought myself capable I took her face between my hands as she balanced upon my lap and pressed a heated kiss to those pale pink lips. A great shiver ran the length of her spine, as if her whole being sighed with the simple action of my kiss. It was if all the tension she had been carrying within her slacked for the moment and she melted against me in that blissful state of ease we had created for each other.

I began to break from that kiss, slowly pulling back from her and she rose to recapture that locking of lips, her own mouth tenderly entrapping mine in what could only be described as innocent. Almost reluctantly she broke her own kiss to whisper against my lips, her words a heated caress.

“Asher…. I need you tonight…just give me this…. please….”

She was pleading with me? Her voiced seemed so pained, so needy, and it almost broke my heart into so many pieces. Not since Julianna had anyone begged me for this. My body gave a shudder of it’s own as I again sought her lips, my prize was the soft moan that parted those glorious satiny lips and allowed me deeper access into her sweetly tender mouth. My tongue swept to explore this new warmth, even as her tongue almost timidly began to venture into the depths of my own.

Her tongue quickly found the rhythm mine had set and the two slick muscles began to twine and dance with each other in a frenzied passion. She wrapped her arms around me, clinging to me, and I could do nothing less but to crush her to me in our shared need. Nipples engorged with excitement were ground into me, bursting even through the creamy thickness of her gown. With that heady enticement of her ripe breasts, the last remains of my well-maintained control were lost. My fingers caught at the sides of that cumbersome gown and my hands gave a swift jerk, effectively ripping the seams of that nightdress to where it slipped from her flesh in matching ruined halves.

My actions had surprised her, caused her to make a careless slip of that still attentive tongue against the sharp point of an eager fang and I all but shattered at that rush of blood against our still dueling tongues. My hands moved to remove my shirt so that I might better feel that heavenly weight of her bare breasts against my own even as my mouth latched to hers all the more tightly. I soon had her mouth conquered as I sought to suckle at the fount of sweet blood that welled up from the nick my fang had created.

I drank from her lips like a man dying of thirst; she was so sweet, so rich in taste, like a piece of candy rolling along my tongue. She had me drowning, in her taste, in the heavy dark scent of her arousal that filled the air, and too in those delicate hands that fluttered over all of me. She seemed to be mapping my very body, those agile fingers leaving not an inch of flesh unattended. It was all too much, her eagerness, her willingness to accept all of me.

Carefully I unwound our bodies, smiling lightly at her moan of protest at being robbed of my body pressed to hers. Gingerly I lay her back upon her bed, that snowfall of lush curls shined a stark contrast against the pitch of her sheets. She was a gleaming thing against all that black, a delicate doll carved of milky opal.

“Please Asher…. please”

She whimpered softly, those willowy arms held out to me in begging supplication. All words were lost to me then, what could I say that would rival that all too painful need. I watched her, watching me like some small animal cornered by the hunter, as I stepped from my boots. My face remained that mask of calm when I felt the overwhelming urge to laugh, who indeed was the hunter and who the prey?

I slipped from the tight confines of my leather pants, a groan escaping my lips on it’s own accord as the rock hardness that was my shaft sprung from it’s prison. And there I stood, fully nude before her in all my glory, ruined or otherwise, awaiting her judgment as my gaze unabashedly met hers.

“Asher…. you are beautiful…. please come to me, don’t make me wait much longer”

She had gasped at the start of her words and ended upon a low throaty moan. She had nothing but lust and raw desire in her gaze as her eyes roamed my body. Her skin had become flushed a soft pink rose in her heat, and I could deny her no longer. One smooth even stride placed me back upon the bed, and I crawled to cover over her soft silken body.

She trembled beneath me, a body wracking shudder as my head dipped to her chest to allow my tongue but a taste of those blood-swollen nipples. First one and then the other I sampled, a slick roll and flicker of my tongue before I went back to the first to suckle. She moaned and moved below me, a woman possessed as her hands reached up to wrap within my hair, willing me down with light, but none the less insistent tugs.

I truly laughed then, a low purr of male satisfaction I had not allowed myself for so long. My face had slowly relaxed and I let that soft amusement shine up to her in the form of a smile. Quietly I moved up further, moving to claim her mouth with my own in a searing play of lips and tongue before I broke that kiss just as quick as I had begun it. I rolled then, to lie beside her even as I took those rounded hips and pulled her atop me.

“Perhaps I should let you set the pace then Mon petit fleur, since you seem in such a fury to have me…”

She looked to me from behind that spiraling veil of soft snow tresses, her mismatched gaze of greens and blues burning down at me with such a fierce brightness. My hands had stayed upon those silken hips; my fingers splayed across her flesh now began slowly moving to brush over the smooth, hairless expanse of her pubis. She watched me intently, her breath held tight within her breast as my thumbs found those folds of heated flesh and the throbbing buddle of nerves hidden within. Her body trembled and moved against my already aching cock, those dainty hands were soon quick to find the root of me and she guided me home between her slick lips. Painfully slow, she lowered herself down upon me as if she were scared or unsure of her actions. My hips on their own accord rose to meet hers in attempts to seat her fully upon my throbbing shaft even as a moan roared up through my chest and escaped my lips in a hissing, steamy stream of words that gave her the strength of her convictions.

“Mon dieu….. que vous êtes comme le feu….”
(My god…. you are like fire)

She may have not known much French, but passion transcends all barriers, and those words were adrift in the sea of passion I held for the delicate thing moving atop me.
She began a shaky rhythm, grinding her hips against my own, her body rising and falling to run the length of me in and out of her feverish depths. I was able to give only a thrust or two of my hips up into her before I lost my patience with her unsteady pace. My need of her already, from that first press of her lips to mine, had begun to consume me. So with a possessive growl I again took those supple hips within my grasp and again rolled her, until that delicate body was held trapped beneath my own, my cock sheathed even deeper within her.

My body gave a shuddering release of tense muscles and tendons as I pulled back from her only to drive once more into the molten, silky wetness of her cunt. She writhed and pitched beneath me, striving to drive me deeper still, the satiny rose petals of her mouth parted in whimpered moans and whispered pleas. My eyes had closed for but a moment as I savored all of her, her heat, her passion, her scent…. and upon my next heated gaze of her I found her all aglow, her body a truly shinning thing, her flesh seemed composed of the small flickering, dancing flames of a thousand tiny candles. I rose up one final time as her insides clamped and spasmed around me, only a final blow I was able to muster. Even as my seed burst hot and fast deep within her, a great burning light seemed to explode from her and my vision filled with nothing but that blinding light. I collapsed atop her trembling with the glory of it all, unable to see, only feeling the tender caress of her loving hand as it stroked my back.

"I love you Asher..."

She had spoken, but perhaps not intended for my ears, for she spoke so low and hushed. That was the last thing I was to comprehend before the whole world just simply faded into nothingness.
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The swan and the Goldfinch