Her knees pulled up and she felt him touch deep inside of her where a male’s seed was meant to go. He held himself there and growled appreciatively.
“I can feel myself so deep inside of you, bellissima.”
“Yes,” she hissed. He rotated his hips and ground his cock into her, caressing her inner walls and causing her legs to tremble.
He was so strong. She reached for him, wanting to feel his lips upon hers. He caught her hands before she could pull him to her and pinned them above her head over her wild hair. Lifting up slightly, he held her wrists in one strong hand and reached his other hand between her legs. She watched him.
His long, trim body bunched as muscles corded with each slow thrust. His strong thighs filled the space between her soft feminine ones. His waist tapered in at the hips and glistened with perspiration and he continued to drive into her.
The hand between her legs teased at her folds. She jerked as she felt his hand in too many places at once. She felt his fingers graze her tender flesh where she was most sensitive. She felt his touch over his own shaft as it pushed in and out of her wet folds. She felt him pressing deep within her as if he never planned to leave. The way his body so perfectly filled her to the point of bursting and the way she felt herself coil around him like a hot fist. It was magnificent.
“Larissa, my beautiful female, my mate, there are no words for what you do to me. Je t’aime, bellissima. Je t’aime, mon amour..” His voice was gravelly as he spoke to her, words that sounded so beautiful to her ears no matter that she could not understand their meaning. “Je tiens à vous donner un enfant d’amour.”
She felt her entire being tighten to a point of breaking. He continued to touch her where their bodies were connected and she shuddered as her mouth opened on a silent scream and her muscles tightened around him. He thrust in to her core hard and fast, his own muscles tightening above her.
Suddenly his spine curved and his head fell back between his shoulders. She felt her muscles clamping down on him, felt his cock flutter inside the trembling walls of her sex. And then there was a new sensation. As if pulling from a place deep inside of her that she knew did not exist, she felt his soul open and flood her being.
Warmth spread through her insides as his body trembled with relief. She felt his release, felt it flood her as well as the sensation of it leaving him. She was not sure what he thought of such things, but with his seed came a thought. Larissa wanted his baby.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her with him. She stretched her arms and caressed his chest and took the kiss she had been after. No matter what was to come, she knew she needed her mate. She understood now that the bond shared between called mates was so all-encompassing nothing else mattered. She felt her doubt and insecurities wash away, knowing that he saw her as a masterpiece the same way she saw him. They were made for one another, the other half of each other’s soul.
For the first time in a long time, Larissa felt optimistic about her future. She felt that she was no longer running away from something, but running toward something. They would build a life together and grow together as a family. She prayed to God, giving grace for her blessings and asking for Eleazar’s child. To be a mother to this male’s sons and daughters would be a gift without equal.
As if reading her mind, Eleazar placed his palm over her stomach and looked into her eyes. “Soon, Larissa, it will happen soon. I promise you this.”
Chapter 22
Eleazar watched the cars go by from the window two floors up in Larissa’s apartment. He wondered if she would miss this place.
“So what year were you born?” she called from the bedroom where she was changing.
He laughed softly to himself. She had a way of making him feel incredibly self-conscious about his age. “I believe it was 1486, but time was not tracked as precisely then so I cannot be sure.”
“In Spain you were born, correct?”
“Yes. During that time Spain was more a collection of kingdoms. I was born outside the kingdom of Leon and our area was referred to as Castilla.” He picked up a thin red ribbon lying across the arm of her sofa. He brought it to his nose and could smell the fragrance of Larissa’s hair on the satin band. He placed it in his pocket.
“Were you in Spain long?”
“No. I was only a boy when Spain was invaded and citizens were being persecuted for their religious beliefs. I, along with many Jews, fled rather than be forced into Catholicism.”
“You were not always Christian?”
“I have always had a strong faith. Over the course of five hundred years, you will find your beliefs tend to evolve and change.”
“Where did you go?”
He smiled. His mate had a curious little mind. “I went to Turkey with my family then west to the Caribbean Isles for a time. Somewhere around the mid-fifteen hundreds, I wrote a book advising on practicing God’s will. I believed, while others preferred to delegate, that God was better served by each of us. Service to God should not be done in a halfhearted manner, but with joy. For a while many thought of me as a Rabbi, but I soon grew tired of the title. I did not want others’ praise. I only sought their assistance in serving Our Father.”
“What did you do then?”
“Traveled. Soul searched. I spent some time in Germany, France, Switzerland. I believe Switzerland is the home I miss most. But I grew tired of worldly matters. I no longer cared for wealth or possessions. By the eighteenth century the world had begun to crumble in my mind. Europe was being infested with plague and it became difficult to feed without endangering even ourselves.
“That was when I began to hear rumors of The New World. It occurred to me that we could start over. I was interested in learning of this untouched land so many were speaking of. There were tales of savages and more land than any man could fill. My ancestors had been farmers and I was knowledgeable of agriculture. Others said the ground was fresh and rich for planting. I became obsessed with obtaining a vessel to take me to this place.
“I began speaking to only close friends about my intentions. As Europe grew more and more desolate and I watched several of our kind forsake their morals and respect for God’s creatures, I knew I absolutely needed to leave. We had meetings in secret. There were nine families with children of various ages. I felt as though God was calling me to guide these families to a better life, a new beginning. The men met throughout the years and eventually we heard rumors of a ship scheduled to depart to the Americas. That is how we ended up on The Charming Nancy.”
“It is so different hearing you talk about it, having experienced it firsthand. I recall my teacher telling us about the ship when we were children, but it was nothing like the way you describe it. They made it sound like an adventure.”
Eleazar thought back to the voyage he had taken from Europe. It was an adventure, but not an enjoyable one. Several good men, women, and children perished. They seemed stripped down to nothing by the time they finally reached the port of Philadelphia. He could still recall the fear that he might let down those who had followed him so courageously, so faithfully. Let Larissa have her fanciful imaginings of an adventure, he thought. He did not want to disturb her with his recollections of hardship and pain.
“You got so quiet.”
He turned when he heard her voice just behind him. The sight of her made his heart skitter. She was dressed in an Amish gown. Her white apron wrapped demurely about her. Her hair was braided close to her head and her face scrubbed clean. She looked like a little girl. Yes, she made him feel every bit of his five hundred years.
“You look lovely, Larissa.” She blushed.
Her fingers self-consciously went to her braids. “I am afraid I misplaced my bonnet.”
He stepped close to her and cupped her face in his palms. He gently placed a kiss on her lips. “We shall find you a new one.”
He was anxious to return home, but he was also hesitant to leave the quietness of her apartment. He knew the moment he returned to the farm he would cease being
an individual male who had just been blessed with his mate and exist only as The Order’s bishop. Beyond acting as an advisor for the council and members of The Order, he would also have to contend with Silus Hostetler. He sighed.
“What is it?”
He tried to put a smile on for Larissa. “Nothing, my sweet, I am simply remembering my responsibilities and mentally putting my affairs in order. Are you almost ready to leave?”
“I am ready.” She looked around her apartment. Although the space was not cluttered there were still pieces of her there.
“Do you not wish to take anything with us?”
“For what purpose? My life here is not a part of my life at home on the farm. My rent is paid until the end of the month. There is nothing I can do with these possessions now, but perhaps once we have things in order at home, you can accompany me back here and we can take all of these things to Goodwill and donate them to someone in need.”
“That is very charitable of you, Larissa. You have a good heart.”
After shutting off all of the electronics and checking to make sure the windows were all closed, Eleazar followed Larissa out the door. She handed him a small key, unadorned with any kind of chain or ring and he locked away this chapter of her life.
They decided it would be best to travel north and then east. Eleazar chose their path and guided them through various wooded areas. When they were under the cover of the forest, they were able to travel swiftly. Larissa kept pace with him, only slowed slightly by her gowns.
He loved the way she seemed to find pleasure in everything. What had been an inconvenient and long journey there was now fun and exciting with her by his side. She would race beside him and he would hear her soft laughter rushing by as she tried to best him. He wanted to catch her and pull her to the ground so that he could ravish her.
It was early morning by the time they reached Lancaster County. The sky was still dark and bird still rested above in the trees. The nearby roadways were fairly silent with only an occasional vehicle humming in the distance. They slowed their steps and began to simply stroll through the woods. Dried leaves made a soft blanket over the ground that crunched under their steps.
Larissa was breathing fast from her exertions, her breath forming a cloud of vapor in front of her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold. He stopped so that she could catch her breath.
“Why did you stop?”
“You are winded. We do not need to rush,” he told her, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin was warm. She looked up at him, still breathing deeply, but not as fast. “Why do you look at me so?”
At first she did not answer, merely stared up at him through serene diamond eyes. “Kiss me, Eleazar.”
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She gave him a wicked smile.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you, Bishop? A kiss is meant to heat the body from within. It is meant to be savored and tasted.”
He smirked at her wit. “Are you cold, my dear?”
Her eyes crinkled playfully and she stepped back. “Try to catch me and find out,” she dared and disappeared.
His body hardened at the challenge. He shut his eyes and breathed in her fragrance. Her natural scent was thickly laced with her arousal. He heard a branch snap in the distance and took off after her. He navigated quickly through the trees, leaves kicking up in his wake. The closer he got to her, the stronger her fragrance grew. His body began to purr.
He heard her humming the tune of a familiar Amish nursery rhyme. She was charming the way she could be so playful with him. He listened to the tune and recalled the words. As she came to the end of the first verse, he quietly sang, “Denn mein Herze suche dich.” For my heart is seeking you.
She paused from humming for a moment. Only silence separated them in the dark, isolated woods. That was when he heard her. He didn’t know if she intended to speak her thoughts aloud, but he heard her whisper nonetheless. Soft as the breeze, her confession caressed his ears. “I love you.” At her words his chest constricted and he needed to find her that instant.
There was no need to shout. No need to call for her. She could hear him as easily as he could hear her. Barely making a sound, he breathed, “Come to me.” And she stepped out from behind a tree.
They stood across from each other, separated by ten yards. A large fallen branch and several smaller twigs occupied the ground between them. He looked at the obstacles separating them and used his telekinesis to push them out of the way, slowly forming a path between them. He called on the wind to clear the land of dried leaves and then cause a soft snowfall of clean autumn leaves to scatter to the ground and form a soft bed.
She smiled and looked up, extending her arms outward to twirl beneath the falling foliage. She looked like an angel. As she slowly turned to face him again, she whispered, “You are amazing.”
They were only minor parlor tricks, but if she thought him amazing for it, who was he to tell her otherwise? “I want you, Larissa.”
Her smile trembled and she slowly stepped closer to him. She seemed to grasp the effect she had on him and enjoyed drawing it out. She stared up at him, only a few feet away now. He could have easily reached out and touched her, but he waited.
Her arms reached behind her back and he saw her apron loosen. She let the material slide to the ground. Without the covering, her shift hung loosely around her, hiding her female form. “Show me,” he commanded softly.
She undid the clasp of her gown and it, too, slid to the ground. She stood before him, breast bared and bathed in moonlight. Her trim little waist dipped and swelled out to her hips. He chuckled when he noticed her English panties. Her feet were bare and a bit dusty from their journey.
“What did you say to me this morning when we were making love? It was French,” she asked. She was always asking questions.
“Je t’aime. Je tiens à vous donner un enfant d’amour.”
“What does it mean?”
“Je t’aime means ‘I love you.’”
“And the rest?”
His heart pounded wildly. “I said I wanted to give you a child from our love.”
She smiled at him sweetly. “I love you, too, Eleazar. And I would like very much to have your child.”
He nodded. “Then come to me and I shall make it so.”
She closed the distance between them and he sealed his lips to hers. Slowly he lifted her and carried her to the ground and placed her on the bed of leaves. His palm coasted over her breasts and she arched into his caress. His fingers found their way between her thighs and found her warm and ready for his touch.
He pressed a finger slowly into her center and she moaned. Her hands began to pull at his shirt. “Take this off, please,” she whispered against his mouth.
He leaned back and slowly removed his shirt. His hands went to his pants and he paused. Looking at her, he raised an eyebrow. She nodded. He undid his pants and slid the rest of his clothes off with his shoes. She sat up on her elbows and looked at him as he stood before her.
“It looks nothing like I expected.”
He laughed. “What were you expecting?”
“I…I don’t know. Not that. That cannot possibly fit inside of me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I believe it does. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
She sat up. “Wait.” She moved closer to him and settled before him on her knees. “May I touch you?”
Eleazar swallowed. “You may always touch me, Larissa.”
Her fingers slowly reached for him. Her touch was feather light. She seemed to be taking in the feel of him, running her fingers softly over his flesh, lifting him and gently cupping him. When she carefully wrapped her small hand around his length, a bead of moisture gathered at his tip and she gasped. “You’re wet.”
His lip twitched as he fought his grin. “That is your touch affecting me.”
She looked back at the drop of moisture and slowly leaned forward and licked it away. He hissed in a
breath and she released him immediately.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. What you were doing was wonderful.”
She leaned back up to him and wrapped her fingers around his length again. “Your skin is so soft here. And your taste is bold. Is that what a female tastes like?”
She was looking at his cock very intently. Her hand had started moving slowly up and down over him. “Taste yourself and see,” he answered and she froze. She looked up at him, confused. “It’s okay, Larissa, you can touch yourself there.”
She shook her head adamantly. He didn’t want to push her too hard. He knew she was still exploring her sexuality. Her body had only just begun to awaken to the joys of intimacy. Yet, his instincts told him that she could handle this.
“Don’t let go of me. Continue stroking me. Look only at me.” She did as he asked. “I want you to take your other hand and touch yourself.”
Her hand stilled. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Her lip began to tremble. “I can’t.”
“You can. It would please me if you did this thing.”
She lowered her gaze and continued stroking him. He waited. Slowly, he saw her left hand reach beneath her lace panties and between her legs. She made a sound that told him she had made contact.
“Tell me what you feel, Larissa.”
“Heat. Moisture. Softness.”
“I want you to separate yourself and find where the moisture is coming from. I want you to touch inside your petite fleur until you feel your nectar.”
Her thin shoulders began to tremble. Her right hand continued to pleasure him as her left reached deeper into her core. He felt it the moment she pressed her finger completely in, felt her fullness, her perception of the intrusion. Her breath came in unsteady pants. He knew he was pushing her, overwhelming her by asking her to do such things.
“Do you feel yourself, Larissa?”
“Yes.”
“Now pull your finger out and swirl it in your nectar.” Her breath stuttered as she did as he asked. “Move your hand to the top of your cleft and find your bud. It is small, but you will feel it when you find it.” She moaned and he felt the moment she found it.
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