Sing, Canary - Ashley Amy Page 0,16

kindness.

"I know. Are you ready?" She pushed some hair behind my ear. Her touch was gentle and soft, like a whisper on my skin.

Swallowing, I closed my eyes. I was not well acquainted with this kind of action. Following the laws of my creator, I also knew I couldn't start this, but I didn't know how to anyway.

"Can you begin? I-I'm not sure how to."

My heart beat with the growing fear I'd do it wrong. Simone seemed to understand my hesitation. She guided me back to sit on the surface of the table as her face neared mine.

Lightly, her lips brushed over mine in a sweet caress. A new kind of shiver ran down my spine, but this one went to a spot I only felt when Caine manhandled me. My core lit up just a little as she pulled back.

The kiss was nothing more than a peck, but the sensation that followed, settled into my belly. Simone bit her bottom lip, waiting for my approval.

I fixated on her beauty. Her chin came to a sharp point as her black hair's edges curled around it. She was stunning with her little nose and thin lips.

Her body was small and thin. By me sitting on the table, she was at the height of my face.

"Men are pigs," she whispered. "I hate them all. I hate that I get used by Barcel to gain his treaties. I hate that he kills the women I'm attracted to, to teach me a lesson."

Feeling guilty, I understood her lips loosened from feeling my grace. It happened often among those who were intimate with an angel. The desire for redemption came to those who truly sought it.

Simone wouldn't know that about her, but my soul softened as the vampiress moved closer.

"I don't know why I said that," she admitted.

"It's my grace. Don't worry. Much like my charges, your confessions are safe with me." I knew it was weird to have a bonding moment at such a terrible time, but it happened.

"I'll get you through this, Lyra." With that, Simone smashed her lips to mine like a wolf starved in the lonely desert.

I let her take control, and she excelled. She possessed me, body and soul. Her experienced fingers found the zipper to my jumpsuit.

Slowly, she slid it down, exposing my grey sports bra. Being in prison, we weren't afforded the luxury of pretty undergarments.

Still, the swell of my breasts was forced to display over the hem. Simone's eyes took in my full tits as I watched her pupils blow.

It was in this moment that I understood she liked women. She liked looking at me. For some reason, I preened under her stare. I liked that she liked what she was looking at.

Under her touch, I let her guide me. My own trembling touch tried to copy her advances. I could feel her laugh into my mouth as her tongue showed mine what to do.

Though she was leading me, she didn't use her position to demean me. For some reason, I enjoyed that the most.

10

Simone

Lyra was a blank canvas under my touch. Most women were, when it came to being caressed by a woman for the first time, but she was completely inexperienced.

As her nimble fingers fondled me, I moved my hand over hers, forcing her to grip my breast a little harder. We still had our bras on, and I prayed I could keep her at this level.

Barcel was a wicked man, though. I knew he wouldn't get enough of her until I exposed her to the ravenous men we survived amongst. I couldn't say lived among from being too low on the totem pole.

When she promised to hold my secrets, I knew she was telling the truth. As an angel of the light, she couldn't lie. Her direct answer promised me sanctuary among her ears.

She smelled of peace. It was a fresh cotton scent, and I basked in the simplicity of it. My mouth moved to her neck as I felt her pelvis rising. Her little thrusts proved she was eager for more.

By how wholly she gave herself over to me, I knew this sensation was one she had never crossed before. She was scared, and I didn't know if it came from the audience, her inexperience, or the begging of her body for release.

Her nipples were showing through her sports bra as the straps of her jumper sat below her shoulders. My top hung around my hips.

Sadly, I was used to these men. They