Chapter 135: Feverish Sensations: Part One

With Darius' warning, Aila kept her eyes locked with his, her lips sealed and her hands above her head. He let her clasp them together, which in an act was mercy; she could squeeze her fingers together at least from his teasing. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, humming in appreciation to her creaminess. 

He kept his darkening gaze locked with hers as he brought his face in between her thighs. Aila bit her lip to stop herself from moaning or moving. His tongue licked her from the bottom of her folds and to the top of her clit. The pace was torturously slow. Darius continued to do that; each time his tongue coated with her milky fluid anytime he was at her entrance.

But he moved on and began playing with her clit, flicking his tongue while his finger went down to her entrance. Sending shockwaves of desire pulsing through her. At a rhythmic pace, her climax began to build, but he stopped and let another finger enter, making her clasp her hands together, digging her nails into her skin as he began to start again. He would switch between his fingers and tongue in her entrance, stopping when he felt her close to the edge.

Every time she was near to that blissful high and release, her back ALMOST arching, but with frustrated restraint, she found herself panting and wanting more as Darius stopped what he was doing with his skilful tongue. He, too, was growling and breathing heavily after hours of his teasing; his hard length also showed how much restraint he also had. 

Occasionally she accidentally reached out through the bond. When she was near her delirious orgasmic end, she could hear Damon. He enjoyed the show Darius was putting on, without him needing to do anything, although he wanted to take over and 'fuck her til she lost her voice from all her screaming'. Aila's brows drew together at that. She had been sweating and flushed, her core a heated pool waiting to be filled.

She had been ready since Darius ripped her pyjamas off, and now she was to the point of squirming and wanting to just reach out and end her sweet torture. But, it was her punishment, a good one at that, and she knew Darius could make it last much longer and to the point where she could pass out from all the stimulation. 

"It's time to cool you off a bit, angel. You're getting too worked up, and Damon is getting very frustrated," Darius drawled; his voice was so deep it vibrated through his chest.

Aila bit her lip and waited in anticipation as he leant to the side. She heard the clinking of ice from the glass, and before she could check to see what he was doing, she gasped. Her eyes were wide, locking with Darius' heated gaze and watching a sly smile go up his beautiful face.  Aila gasped again. In his hands were ice cubes, and he was letting the cold liquid drop across her body. 

He purposely kept his hand raised above her heated core, and she almost jumped when the droplet landed directly on her clit and trickling down her folds. Aila leaned her head back, clenching her eyes shut at the sensation. It was an icy fire burning through her, something she couldn't quite comprehend. Something she never thought would turn her on. 

The feeling was sensational, both sending shockwaves of heated pleasure under the sudden cooling sensation. But Darius wasn't finished with such a simple task of letting cool drops land on her body. Darius brought one of his hands down to her nipple, an ice cube in hand and began gently circling around the pink nub. 

"Ah!" She cried before panicking as she looked at his smirk. Darius didn't need to say anything; she was losing her control now, but she didn't care. She had nearly hit orgasm after orgasm, brought to the edge but never going over. This was too much, and she knew her mate wouldn't last that much longer either. 

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The ice began to melt further as it trickled down her breast and the side of her body. Darius brought his head down and licked it up, his eyes never leaving hers as he did so. He removed the ice cube from her nipple, replacing it with his heated tongue, inciting another gasp from her and another cry as his other hand started playing with her other nipple with an ice cube. But it didn't stay there long as he slid it across her chest, her neck, then down her body, and to her thighs. 

Her legs jolted slightly, and he pulled back, bringing his face down to her core, while his hand trailed across her thigh, starting from her knee and getting closer to her centre while he took his time licking the outside of her folds, not once touching her sensitive spot, and making her all the more frustrated. Aila made small thrusts, waiting for him to devour her there, but he never did. His chuckle made her realise he still wanted to play.

Aila relaxed her head and looked at the ceiling, trying to psyche herself up for what could come. But she really didn't know; she had never done temperature play before, this was totally new to her and something extremely arousing. Something Aila never thought she would like, she hated the cold, but this, this was something entirely different. Her nerves were on constant high alert, and her core was dripping with arousal.

A growl filled the room, and Aila focused her eyes back on her mate. His features were rugged and hot to look at. Even with the bristling anger radiating off him, she couldn't help but lick her lips. This made him pull back and lean over to the bedside table again. 

Oh no, not another one! 

But this time, she watched as he put the ice cube in his mouth, letting it sit on his tongue and brought his head down, and he licked his tongue and the ice cube against her skin. Aila gasped; her eyes widened as she watched him trail the ice down, closer to her core, and suddenly, a sharp wonderous tingling sensation made her moan and reach her hand over to his hair. Clinging onto the strands as he made circular motions with his tongue, sending a shocking wave of fire and ice onto her folds.

Her movement this time did not make him stop, and for the next few minutes, she mewled and thrust her hips gently against his mouth until the ice melted, and his tongue was left to enter her core. Their eyes were locked the entire time, making her that much wetter. But, as she felt her muscles begin to tighten, her sex beginning to clench around his tongue, and her moans becoming louder while her legs began to hold him in place. He removed his tongue and grinned when she deflated and let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Darius. Please!" She begged. "I can't do anymore."

Darius chuckled as he licked across her thighs, making her inhale sharply every time he bit into her skin. "But you haven't been following my instructions," He drawled evilly. 

"Damon," She moaned; her breathing became heavy. She tried to reach out to him.

"Oh no, he won't help you," Darius breathed as he pulled away from her easily accessible entrance.

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