A Phantom Touch: Book One of the Ilinatha Prophecy

silk sheets as Alstromeria Lastentier shifted in her sleep, her lips parting ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue wetting her lower lip. A fine sheen of sweat

hoever was bringing exquisite pleasure just from the slightest touch to her breast. Despite her physica

er nipple then shifted enough to take the taut peak between his lips as he began to suckle. She moaned quietly in appreciation at the sensation. Her pussy tingled as she shifted her thighs, creating a tactile sens

d gasp, her thighs parting. She kicked away the sheet that was covering her. She almost thought she would orgasm right then and there as she felt the cool breeze blow over

ling her frustration as those phantom fingers brushed the curls of her pussy again before parting the folds and finding the sensitive bud of her clit, flicking it. The sensations that tore through her body sent

wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and thrust her hips up to meet his as he pounded her as deep as he could. Her hips

ase. More, more, more. But never quite enough. Her hips began to piston up and down to the hand caressing her. Her own fingers began to slide from the bed and over

ver the tip of her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure thr

, the curtains shifting ever so around the glass doors that led to her balcony. Meria sobbed with frustration, trying again to to

n ran through her body as she trembled from the intensity of it. Her eyes rolled back and she almost thought she would pass out. Once the final tremor passed, she lay back feeling boneless as she caugh

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gh to push herself into a standing position. She grabbed her short satin robe and pulled it on. She gasped a bit as she took a step, the shift in her stance creating a delicious

gh of touching myself with the way I scream," she mumbled as sh

d come to her. Each night she found herself aching with the need to feel his cock inside of her, but she was denied each

cus some. As she remembered the feel of her phantom lover's hands on her body, she felt the lightest of touches against the backs of her thighs. Fumbling slightly, she

shed along her hips to the apex of her thighs, slipping through the blonde curls. She bit her lip and shifted her legs

against her cheek, but she would've sworn it w

trained for a moment. A soft sob of pleasure escaped her as she was finally allowed to touch her pussy, her fingers sliding over her clit, teasing the sensitive bud. She was dripping wet, her juices sliding down the inside o

ode in bright lights as she found her release, but that was not what she was getting. She had only her slim finger. She began shoving her finger into her pussy further, feeling how wet her hand was getting from her excitement. Her moans were growing louder as she continued pleasing herself. Shifting her hand, she brushed her thumb against her clit.

Strong features, and full lips... but not enough to recognize him. As his image dissipated, she already felt the demand for sleep settle around her and the image began to fade from her mind. It took her a moment to gather the strength in her legs t

eets over her naked form and the lightweight blanket as well. She had to find out who her phantom lover was