Garden Of Poison-Chapter 272: Love in the snowy forest

Though surrounded by snow, Emily didn’t feel cold; instead, she felt warmth in Raylen’s presence. Her footsteps were quiet as she approached where he stood, while her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

"Don’t be scared. I am here to take care of everything and make sure you are safe," Raylen remarked, gently taking her hand in his to lead her towards the makeshift bedding on the forest floor.

As Emily heard crunching sounds in their surroundings, her gaze shifted to the side. She noticed a thin, opaque barrier constructed from ice forming around them to give them privacy, even though there wasn’t a single soul in sight apart from the two of them.

"Better?" she heard him ask her, and her eyes shifted back to meet his captivating blue eyes, which she found herself drowning in.

"Thank you..." Emily murmured, wondering if he was keeping an ear on the rhythmic thudding of her heart. "Thank you for—!"

Raylen nudged one of her legs, causing her to fall into the cradle of his arms, and he gently lowered her to the ground. He delicately brushed her lips with his finger. "Always so polite, Princess," he said, increasing the pressure on her bottom lip.

There was something about Raylen’s sweet words and touch that carried an underlying edge. Emily briefly closed her eyes when he tenderly caressed the side of her cheek, and her lips parted in a sigh of pleasure. The ground wasn’t hard, and their clothing provided enough cushioning so that her back didn’t bruise while he hovered above her.

When she reopened her eyes, she found Raylen staring at her. As seconds ticked away, she raised her hands and cupped the sides of his face, cradling it with gentle affection, and a soft smile graced her lips. Her fingertips delicately traced the contours of his face, from his temples to his jaw, before she weaved her fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

Emily’s toes curled, her heels digging into the ground as they indulged in another mouthwatering kiss. As if hungry for each other, it took only seconds before their lips began to fervently move against each other, their tongues entangled in an erotic dance, thirsting to taste every inch of one another.

As they kissed, Emily felt Raylen’s hand glide from her neck to her shoulder before travelling down to her breasts, which were anxiously waiting for his touch.

A shiver ran down her spine when Raylen teasingly brushed her nipple with the back of his hand. The touch might have appeared innocent, but Emily knew that, coming from her soulmate, it was anything but. A little surprised at the tingling sensation and his touch, her hand moved towards his chest just as he used his other hand to grasp and gently push it above her head.

When Raylen pulled away from her lips, he observed her already panting, her lips quivering from his passionate ministrations.

"Let us hear those sounds now, shall we?" Raylen asked, a glimmer of playfulness dancing in his eyes even though his lips didn’t curl into a smile. This only caused Emily’s stomach to tie itself into knots that extended to her lower regions.

A cry escaped from Emily’s lips when Raylen flicked his finger against one of her hardened buds. The sensation was akin to lightning coursing through her body, and her face flushed from the erotic action. She resisted the urge to stop his hand, but at the same time, she clenched it at her side to keep it from interfering. With his unwavering eyes locked onto hers, she didn’t dare to move.

"Ah!" Emily cried out when Raylen pinched her sensitive bud, and his eyes darkened with desire.

"I always thought the sound of piano keys was wonderful, but you are way more delightful," Raylen remarked as he watched her chest heave as her back arched in pleasure.

Emily felt his fingers spreading across one of her breasts, mirroring the way her blood and desire spread through her body. Her heart shuddered beneath the pressure of his palm.

He gently squeezed her breast before leaning forward to capture the tip in his mouth, only to hear sighs of pleasure from Emily’s lips. His hand released its hold on hers, which he had pressed against the ground, and it soon glided down the side of her body, caressing it like a feather. It traced the arch of her back, which only caused her chest to press invitingly close to him.

Emily couldn’t suppress the cry that tore through her lips when Raylen nibbled on her hardened bud. Her mind and body began to feel intoxicated, simultaneously feeling relaxed and yet increasingly aware as her body came to life. The heat began to travel southward and between her lower lips, causing her to press her legs together. Raylen’s warm mouth was tantalisingly satisfying.

To Raylen, Emily’s breasts were perfect, fitting perfectly well in the palm of his hand. He continued to tease her some more before switching his attention to the other breast to give it the same devoted treatment it deserved.

While Raylen worshipped Emily’s body, he heard a muffled cry slip from her lips. "Ugn!" Concerned, he momentarily stopped, pulling away from her to ensure she was alright.

"I am fine. I—a pebble pressed under my heel," Emily explained, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she hadn’t intended to interrupt Raylen’s actions.

Raylen sat up and positioned himself between her legs. He gently lifted her foot, raising it up to his eyes, and Emily’s heart almost stumbled. He murmured, "What a thoughtless idiot I am. Perhaps we should have waited until we reached the castle."

"It was just a tiny press," Emily assured him before adding, "I am fine."

Raylen’s eyebrows had slightly furrowed, and he ran his finger over her heel. He spoke with a hint of regret, saying, "I apologise, sweetheart. If you weren’t this cute, I would have waited. I have never done something like this. In the forest."

Emily’s eyes subtly narrowed, and she muttered, "You seem to have conveniently forgotten your past rendezvous in the forest."

Raylen chuckled and replied, "Is it about what Beatrice mentioned regarding Darkwater? We didn’t spend time together there, like she claimed. It was an innocent carriage ride that broke down while we were travelling through the forest."

Steering the conversation playfully, Emily teased him, "I thought one typically takes the person home for such activities." Their situation was quite the opposite, but things between them had always been unconventional.

"The desire to have you is strong, and you are special. You deserve the best and not the ordinary," Raylen grinned before the smile on his face lowered. He brought her ankle to his parted lips and gave it a firm nibble. "You don’t know how hard it’s been to resist the temptation," he murmured against her calf, which was clad in stockings.

Emily gently bit her lip when Raylen’s teeth grazed her skin, lightly enough to elicit pleasure but not hard enough to hurt her. It was only when he was about to lower her foot back to the ground that she noticed his teeth had indeed bitten through, leaving tiny tears in her stockings.

Raylen didn’t stop nibbling his way up her thigh, and when he reached her inner thigh, her heart somersaulted in her chest. He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and asked her,

"Feeling good?"

Emily gave him a nod from where she lay and replied, "Better than good."

She heard Raylen emit a low hum in response, and his steady eyes, fixed on her, shifted towards her inner garment. His fingers whispered against her skin, just above the band, and he saw her stomach dip at the ticklish sensation.

She felt his fingers moving to the sides of her body, hooking onto the band before slowly tugging it downward, and he said, "Raise your hips." She did as she was told, and soon, the undergarment slid down her legs and was discarded.

Raylen was hit by the potent scent of Emily that emanated from between her legs. Unable to resist, his hands on her knees gently pushed them apart, and he lowered his head between her legs. When he placed a tender kiss just above her most intimate area, she sucked in a breath, and her legs threatened to close, but his hands prevented them from doing so.

Emily’s heart raced impossibly faster than it ever had before, and that lone kiss only increased her already intense arousal.

As Raylen planted another kiss, even closer than the previous one, Emily felt as though she might combust into flames and turn to ash. Her eyes fell on the cloudy sky above, a sight that had affected her for years, and in that moment, the Archdemon rewrote the entirety of her emotions.

"...!" A quiet sigh escaped from her when Raylen’s mouth made contact with her sex.

Her eyes rolled back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she felt Raylen’s skilful tongue lick that very intimate place she believed she wouldn’t let anyone touch. But who knew... that heaven was right there? "Ah!" Her voice broke through her delicate lips, echoing her intense pleasure.

Raylen sucked on her harder, feeling her body quiver in response. Her untouched body was like a dam, holding back a rush of water that had finally broken free. He continued to lick her, savouring her sweetness and exploring her with his probing tongue.

"Ray...!" Emily’s mind became increasingly fuzzy, and she couldn’t think straight.

How could something like this feel so utterly amazing? Despite Raylen’s lips being between her legs, she could feel every nerve in her body awakening, as if she were beginning to elevate to new heights. Any remnants of embarrassment that lingered within her were swiftly dispelled as she found herself lost in the pleasure his tongue provided. And what a wicked tongue it was.

In the next few seconds, Emily’s body soon began to tremble, and she felt as if she were on the brink of shattering into a million snowflakes, ready to melt for Raylen. However, the Archdemon slowed down his tantalising movements and lifted his head to meet her eyes while his tongue sensually licked his lips.

Raylen couldn’t help but internally chuckle at the sight of Emily’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion as to why he had paused. To tease her, he asked, "Should we head back home?"

"I will kill you," Emily muttered, hoping he was truly joking after bringing her near the edge. She saw the corners of his lips twitch before the seriousness returned to his eyes, which was when she felt him push his finger into her sex. The sensation was foreign, and her chest tightened.

"Breathe, darling. I need you alive if you are going to kill me," Raylen advised her, his movements careful as he prepared her. She was tight, and he clenched his jaw.

The feeling was strange, Emily thought, and it took some time for her to adjust as she breathed in and out. In between, Raylen returned to her side to kiss her before adding another finger to stretch her further. She was at the peak of her arousal, which made it easier for both of them. Once he felt she was ready, he withdrew his fingers.

Emily watched as Raylen put his fingers into his mouth, licking them, and then remarked, "So sweet."

A gasp escaped from her when Raylen pulled her closer to him by her legs, causing her heart to skip a beat. She then saw him grasp his hardened manhood before positioning himself at her entrance.

Raylen didn’t prolong her anxiousness and pushed himself into her with a single thrust. She screamed just as he wanted her to. He leaned forward, his upper body hovering above hers, and softly instructed, "Wrap your arms and legs around me."

Emily placed her hands over his shoulders, which moved farther back, while her legs shyly wrapped around his waist. She felt all of him, entirely filled with and connected to him. He gave her a couple of seconds to adjust before he began to move.

"AH!" Emily cried out as the pain she felt turned into pleasure. He held her by her bottom as he slowly and carefully moved his hips.

And though the beginning was gentle, with time, Raylen’s grip on her tightened, and the pace of his thrusts increased. Her fingernails dug into the canvas of his back, marking it. He pulled back only to push himself back into her, driving her body towards the edge of ecstasy.

Emily moaned, her body writhing in his arms as she began to lose control. His name spilled from her lips, each utterance louder than the one before. And just when she felt her body was on the verge of release, he held back, as if to provide her with a taste of patience and torture.

"Ray...!" Emily complained.

As much as Raylen was enjoying seeing Emily drowning in pleasure, listening to that beautiful voice of hers, he was equally torturing himself.

"You have a beautiful voice, and we should let all the trees hear it." Raylen’s voice was low and thick with pleasure. He thrust into her again, causing another moan to escape from her.

Emily’s eyes clouded with pleasure, and her throat felt dry from the constant moans and sighs.

The intensity between them began to build up again, like a fire on the verge of consuming them both, as they moved together towards the edge of their climax. And with one hard thrust, she screamed his name, and they both came apart, melting in each other’s arms.

After a while, with their bodies humming with contentment, Raylen pulled himself out of Emily as she continued to catch her breath. He lay down next to her, attentively listening to her erratic breathing.

"Holy..." Emily whispered in amazement, which brought a satisfied smile to Raylen’s lips.

He gently took her hand, which rested next to him, and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on the back of it. He cheekily stated, "That’s not going to help you get to Heaven, Princess. But then you don’t belong there, but here with me."

Emily couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree with what Raylen said. She knew in her heart that she belonged wherever he was, and vice versa. She felt the warmth coming from him holding her hand, as if to make sure she was alright.

Turning her head to gaze into his eyes, she spoke softly, "I belong to you."

"And I, my dearest Princess," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness, "belong to you alone, for all eternity."