Last Chapter…
"Then the brew is now off the menu for us, Prince." Jaenelle says with a proud smile.
A conversation deep within the Sanctuary of The Black Mountain:
"Witch and her Cons-s-sort will conceive before the month is-s-s ended."
"The Children of this-s-s Witch will be powerful indeed."
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot The Black Jewels Series belongs to Anne Bishop and I love her for writing it.
Methods of communication:
* * = Private Thoughts; ~ ~ = Threads; " " = Verbal
*** *** Chapter 4 *** ***
Daemon looks at her with a mixture of happiness and love and lust in his eyes. It pleases her to see this.
"What is on the menu then, Lady?" He asks.
She grins as a tray of fruits and cream and chocolate appears on her table. They laugh out loud. "Perfect timing, Beal." She says.
She feels Daemon create shields around their room. Aural…Jeweled…protective…
"There's still Dinner…our guests…" Jaenelle protests.
"Each and every one of them have found a reason to leave Dhemlan before dinner was to be served. I'm almost certain they found out about this before I did…and knew we'd want to be alone." Daemon says narrowing his eyes to look suspiciously at his wife. "I was alone in the study because I'd just said good-bye to each of the boyos in succession. First, Beal informed me of Karla's departure and then Chaosti and Khardeen both had family emergencies to tend to…on the same day…the very day they got here. That was fishy in itself, but then the rest of them practically formed a line to tell me something had come up and they had to leave. I knew it had to do with whatever you were being 'distant and restless' about. I am not stupid, Jaenelle. Saetan is still here but I have a feeling the High Lord will be gone before morning."
Jaenelle's lips begin to twitch. He can see she's trying to hold in laughter. He tilts her head up to look him in the eyes. She breaks into a massive giggle-fit.
"The coven must have told the boyos what we spoke about…this morning." Jaenelle says lightly. "After I spoke with Tersa this afternoon, I sent a note to Karla to tell her my decision. She knew we'd want privacy… We'll have to invite them back when we have an announcement to make."
His mind skips over the fact that she'd visited his mother alone as his eyes rake over her body…Her clothing disappears.
"You know, all you had to do was ask…" She says as she vanishes his clothes too.
"I didn't want to waste time, Lady…"
"Me, neither…Prince…" She walks over to the tray and picks up a banana. Unpeeling it, she dips it in chocolate.
Her husband watches as half the banana is covered in the brown sauce and it disappears into her mouth…only to come out perfectly clean. He moans.
She dips it again and this time she bites it in half.
"What do you want of me, Lady-wife?" He asks in a husky voice.
She smirks. "I want to eat some fruit and maybe play with my food…"
His eyes close. His lips curve. For a short moment he remembers a time before he was happy… when a witch had said that to him and he'd had to teach her a lesson about food…But this was Jaenelle…not that bitch…This was his wife… the only female he likes to play with…~ I love that you've gotten so bold, Lady, that you can tell me what you want. ~ He calls in a white sheet and lays it on the ground of the sitting-room, moving the furniture as he does. He floats the tray near the floor and lies on his back for her.
She grins. "I'm not the only one who's going to play, Prince…but I suppose I could go first…"
He watches as she tips the bowl of warm chocolate sauce, drizzling it over his chest in a line. Her wink as her tongue follows that line ignites his passion further. Next she dips a strawberry into the cream and feeds it to him, leaving a bit on his lips. She leans forward and licks it off.
He grabs her and flips them so now she's on the bottom. "My turn now, Lady…"
He dips a finger into the cream and smears it onto her nipples. His lips descend upon her mounds and slowly clean her.
She moans his name as his lips make sweet contact with her sensitive flesh.
Picking up his head he looks at her. "Mmmm…Jaenelle, where did you get this idea? I love it. Licking cream off of your body makes it taste even better then usual and it's so sexy…"
"May I have that strawberry…dipped in chocolate…if you please?" She asks ignoring the question.
"…Hmmm…It was Surreal…wasn't it?" He inquires as he feeds her the requested fruit.
Jaenelle rolls her eyes and leans into him. "Are we really going to talk about that or are you going to gift me with a demonstration of your wonderful bedroom skills…?"
Fire blazes in his eyes as he complies with his Lady's wishes.