Page 97 of A Simple Truth (the Freckled Fate #2)

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GIDEON

T he jagged legs of our dragonfly landed softly on the flat, green field, the silver double wings ceasing their buzzing. I unbuckled my belts, jumping off and helping Finnleah get down.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up after all.” Xentar’s voice sounded from afar as I saw my friend approaching us. “If it isn’t our favorite runway princess? Alive and well,” he snickered. Finnleah smiled wide at him, theatrically curtsying, still dressed in my shirt. Xentar examined our outfits, noticing the light scrape marks on Finnleah’s knees, courtesy of our ‘activities’. “Is everything okay?”

But Finnleah didn’t blush in the slightest, as she looked him straight in the eyes, content and satisfied, replying, “Oh, everything is really damn good actually.” She walked past him walking down to the shore, my eyes ravenously devouring her legs as she casually strolled through the meadow.

Xentar turned to me, stifling his laugh.

“Is everything ‘ really damn good’ with you too, General?” He rose his brows in amusement. And though my eyes narrowed at him in warning, my face beamed with such delight and happiness, it could blind everyone around us. Xentar patted me on my shoulder. “Will you be less of a pain in my ass now that you got laid?” he added, mocking me. I flipped him off with both of my hands as we ambled through the pasture, following Finnleah down to the boats.

Soon, we made it to Xentar’s house, where Finnleah was already eagerly packing her few belongings. Fatima was also there, her eyes scrutinizing me.

“Did you write her visions down?” she questioned.

But before I could answer, Finnleah overhearing the conversation, shouted down, “Don’t worry, Fatima, I didn’t do much sleeping, so no visions.”

Fatima’s cheeks lit up with color, but she added with a hushed whisper, “I understand you see her as a Destroyer, but you cannot ignore her visions. They are getting stronger, more potent, now that she is using her gift. She needs to learn to control them, or you know what happens.” She motioned with her eyes to the book Finnleah ordered me to hold.

“I know. I’ll help her. I’ll make sure she is okay,” I replied, though I couldn’t deny a growing knot in my stomach as the memories of my birthmother in her final years came to the surface, her mind shattered in pieces, with only fragments of her own self mixed between never-ending visions.

Fatima tied her shawl. “She is going to be a great Empress, Gideon.” Her face softened with kind approval, handing off her long stack of notes from all of Finn’s visions during the past few weeks.

Finnleah climbed down the ladder with her belongings all packed, and I found myself disappointed at the amount of garments she was now wearing. It was only simple pants and a shirt, but that was too much clothing on her for my liking.

“I’ll make sure to send you detailed report of the juiciest dreams.” She winked at Fatima, giving her a big hug.

“Don’t forget to come visit us,” Fatima mumbled saying her goodbyes before quickly departing.

“Ready?” I asked, taking her bags, and she nodded, grabbing the ancient book back.

We hiked back to the shore as she carefully turned the pages.

“This has to be a riddle, there is no way it’s anything but that,” she said, trying to read some of the words out loud, twisting her tongue again and again in an attempt to decipher the ancient Elvish text. “These words just don’t make any sense.”

“Well, whatever it is, it can wait,” I told her as we made our way down to the beach, treading our feet through the warm sand, towards the small boat.

“Wait for what?” She closed the book.

“Not for what, but for who,” I said, as we passed scattered, large boulders. “It would be a good time to run right about now.”

“Run?” she asked, confused, catching up to my lustful thoughts a second later, but not fast enough. She squealed, running away, as I dropped her bags on the ground, hungrily chasing after her. A few strides later, I tackled her onto the soft sand, kissing her lips.

“You know, people will stare,” she supposed.

“It’s okay, I’ll blind them all.” I smirked, summoning a flaming dome above us, hiding us away.

“Not conspicuous at all.” She rolled her eyes, making me smile, yet she moved her hands through my hair, pulling me closer for another kiss. “I do have to applaud you for lasting this long. I had my bets that you’d lose it the moment we landed.” She continued talking as I undid her pants, spreading her legs wide. My eyes devoured her pussy as I licked my finger before sliding it down her clit, my cock throbbing, eager to replace my hand as I gently slid my fingers inside. She released a little noise. Keeping my hand in place, I lowered to kiss her.

“I wanted you from the moment I stopped fucking you last. But I have been patient, haven’t I?” I purred into her ear as my tongue trailed down her neck, my fingers slowly moving up and down her core.

“Gods, the way you finger me is a damn art,” she moaned in between the words.

“I guess all those lessons in piano are finally fucking paying off.” I laughed, scraping my teeth down her lips as my caresses filled with desire.

“And so did your patience.” She pushed my shoulders up and I rolled, pulling her on top of me. Now it was her who was undoing my pants, pulling them down, but not all the way, as she impatiently positioned herself right above the tip of my hardened cock. Not hesitating even for a second as she plunged me deep into herself, her wet pussy moving along my length, her hands clinging to my chest.

“Is this your favorite shirt?” I asked as I stared at the neatly tied linen shirt.

“No?” she answered, puzzled by the question, but with a single blink from me, the shirt turned into ashes, exposing her bare chest.

“Good,” I answered as I rose up enough to land a kiss on her perky breasts. She, liking the motion, wrapped her hands around my head as she shoved her chest into my face, making my cock twitch with pleasure inside her. My hands slid down her bare ass, gripping her tight, as she rolled her hips, grinding into me.

I listened to her ragged breaths as she moved, her face lost in pleasure.

I listened to her heart racing as she moved faster, her hands clawing at my chest while satisfaction rolled through her.

This was a symphony.

A perfect masterpiece.

One I’d never get bored of hearing.