At 4 a.m., while it is still dark outside, the goddess is unable to sleep on the night the Atlantean dropped a bomb on them.
A low sigh escaped Jasmine's lips as the soft fabric fell away, revealing the lithe contours of her goddess-imbued form. The interplay of moonlight and candlelight cast an ethereal glow upon her alabaster skin, accentuating the delicate tracing of celestial runes woven upon it. She leaned closer, captivated by Kyn's slumbering visage. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of untroubled dreams, a sight both vulnerable and alluring.
Jasmine reached out tentatively, her fingers lightly touching his sun-warmed cheek. Gooseflesh erupted in a silent eruption at her touch, a tingling awareness spreading through her that went beyond mere physical sensation. It was a whisper of raw celestial power within them both, resonating through the unseen currents that bound Gaia and her kind. Emboldened, she pressed her lips against his temple, relishing the unexpected warmth that met her. This intimacy was not a conquest; rather, it was an exploration of a growing connection, a dance between the sacred and profane woven into a tapestry of stolen moments.
As Kyn remained unconcerned, Jasmine moved fluidly, kneeling at the edge of the bed. The fabric of his slumber-loosened tunic beckoned, its edges parted to reveal his chest's sculpted planes and the tantalising promise of more beneath. Her touch became bolder now, with a knowing heat blooming where her palm met the heated skin. Jasmine let out a low murmur, not of desire but of reverence—a communion before the storm of their shared awakening.
Jasmine's touch lingered on Kyn's chest for a heartbeat too long before tracing the line up his jaw.
Kyn stirred. His eyes fluttered open halfway, meeting Jasmine's gaze with drowsy vulnerability, before his pupils fully dilated and locked onto hers with laser-sharp focus. A flicker of surprise danced in their depths, quickly replaced by a predatory gleam as he took in the scene—Jasmine silhouetted against the moonlit window, her ethereal grace and undeniable intimacy of the pose. He let out a low, rumbling sigh through his parted lips. "Jasmine..." he breathed, his voice thick with unrestrained desire. The fortress of dormant tranquillity had been breached. He shifted restlessly, his hand instinctively reaching out to find support in the worn sheets, before a slow, deliberate arch of his brow revealed an eagerness that mirrored her own charged anticipation.
The air itself crackled with the promise of something primal and powerful, a collision of mortal longing and celestial fire waiting to ignite. Jasmine leaned closer, a knowing smile, usually cheeky , gracing her lips as they began to intertwine in the hallowed space of stolen intimacy.
Jasmine's eyes, alight with newfound desire, glinted in the moonlit room. The shift in dynamic—from passive surrender to active command—emboldened her. She shifted her weight, a subtle but deliberate movement that carried her from her current position to astride Kyn. A husky whisper imbued with heat escaped her lips as his chest rose and fell beneath her touch.
Reacting instinctively, a low growl rumbled in Kyn's chest before transforming into a throaty laugh of pure satisfaction. He intercepted her hips with calloused hands, strong yet reverent in their guidance. His touch embodied both possessiveness and eagerness to receive, anchoring her as she sat above him. Jasmine responded with a knowing smirk, her tongue darting out to lick his lower lip before returning to the rhythm of grinding against him. Each thrust was deliberate, infused with newfound ownership and the exhilarating rush of turning the tables.
The air crackled again, charged not only with their shared desire but also with a delicious current of unexpected playfulness woven through raw sensuality. Kyn met her movements with his own captive longing, his hips bucking instinctively against hers, his hands finding purchase on the curve of her waist.
A sharp snap of Jasmine's fingers echoed through the intimate space, a command imbued with potent energy. In an instant, their garments vanished as if consumed by the intensity of the charged atmosphere. It was a primal display of control, a silent declaration that this time, all eyes—all attention—belonged solely to her.
Kyn met her gaze and allowed his earlier amusement to transform into ardent reverence. The world appeared to shrink, leaving only the two of them, their bare skin glowing in the lunar light that filtered through the window. His expression revealed a newfound hunger, with no trace of the playful distraction he had previously felt towards Athena. This was her moment, a testament to Jasmine's strength and allure. He reached out, calloused fingers tracing lazy trails along the curve of her hip, the heat emanating from their intertwined touch heightened by the lack of barriers.
Jasmine exuded confidence as she moved closer, leaning against him with a knowing smirk. The space between them crackled, a prelude to a symphony of sensations uniquely hers to orchestrate. Kyn's chest rose and fell in eager anticipation, his eyes drinking in every detail, memorising the play of moonlight on her skin, the determined set of her jaw, and the subtle sway of her hips against him.
Kyn shifted his weight, easing himself upward onto an elbow to delicately cradle Jasmine's frame against his chest. One held Jasmine close, possessively yet tenderly, while the other acted as a steadfast anchor against his descent. Jasmine, a willing captive in his embrace, instinctively moved, guiding Kyn's member towards the heated landscape of her womanhood. A knowing glint sparked in her eyes, mirroring the potent hunger thrumming between them. In a single, fluid motion born of shared desire and practiced intimacy, she positioned him with unwavering purpose. Then, as if consumed by an irresistible current, their combined energies propelled them together—a collision of flesh and fervour that culminated in an explosion of unrestrained pleasure. The air thickened with unspoken promises whispered through taste and touch, a testament to the raw, primal force of their connection.
Jasmine's hips bucked instinctively against Kyn's impassioned thrusts, letting out a low, soul-stirring moan as pure pleasure flooded her senses. His control had dissipated; he was no longer merely conquering, but consumed. The feral rhythm of his movements became more intense, mirroring the tempest within her. Each surge of desire driven deep into her being set off new waves of ecstatic tremors that reverberated through her entire frame. Kyn, lost in their intertwined passion, made no move to relent. Jasmine's surrender was a feast he intended to devour completely.