"I need to feel all of you inside of me."
Together they breathed and laughed as he struggled to remove his loose-fitting trousers and unbutton the shirt that hung over his shoulders. He rolled on top of her and kissed her forehead.
"Are you certain?” he asked. His hips pressed to hers as though he could barely stand to hear her deny him. “Are you absolutely certain you wish to bear the weight of my body atop yours, to harbor me within you?"
She placed her hand to his cheek and nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him buried to the hilt, to feel the pulse of his cock clenched tightly within her.
"I will destroy you,” he said, his voice thick with pain.
"You haven't the weakness in your heart to destroy me, Adeno."
He kissed her bruised fingertips. “I will take it away from you, your energy, the light in your hands."
"I offer myself to you freely. I shall never return here again, and I have no desire to pass this energy to my child. It's a curse to me, a chain to bind me here."
He kissed her fiercely, lips locked to hers before she'd finished speaking. Her fingers dug into his back, immediately finding the star-shaped wound left by his master's blade, the one that had sunk through his lungs. She traced the scar half-mindedly, deliciously distracted by his teeth nibbling her ear and his apologies as he fumbled to shake off his trousers, which had bunched around his ankles.
Gently, she caressed his ears, ran her fingers through his mess of dark hair. His tongue thrust hard into her mouth as he placed one hand beneath her buttocks, and entered her in one swift, tantalizing stroke.
Her cry of surprise filled his mouth and he continued to apologize, afraid he'd harmed her, afraid she'd ask him to stop when he couldn't imagine being without her.
"You haven't harmed me,” she assured him, her fingers trailing the length of his spine. His hips moved against hers, pulled the length of him nearly out before he thrust into her again. “Oh, you feel bigger than I had ever imagined."
Strong hands gripped her, held her as he filled her with each controlled stroke. She drew her knees up and out until his pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris and built up the potential for another climax.
"Tell me what you want, Nas,” he murmured in her ear, hand running up down her leg.
"I only want you,” she answered breathlessly, clawing at him, needing every inch of him to fill her.
"Iz cas mah desri, Nas.” I want to make love to you, Nas. He buried his face in her neck and whispered words to her in his native language. She understood exactly what he said as he pumped her, gripped her, and drew her as close as possible.
"I've loved you since the moment I first saw you, I've wanted to take you from this place longer than you could have imagined, and I've dreamed of making love to you each night since the moment you first placed your hand on my chest,” he continued.
"You do make love to me,” she whispered in his ear. “But I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me until you're satisfied and breathless."
He thrust harder, his dark eyes blazing with the desire to please her. Head bent, he took her nipple into his mouth and bit her, teeth nibbling hard enough to draw a yelp of half pleasure, half pain from her. She tossed her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, marveling in the feel of his male form.
"Just like that,” she said, wanting him to drown out all sound with his grunts and sighs, wanting to feel nothing but his warmth and the thickness and length of his shaft buried deep inside her tight, wet pussy.
In his native tongue, she whispered to him, “Come inside of me, Deno. I want you, all of you."
He pushed her leg farther up, their bodies at a slightly different angle. She sucked in a wild breath, unprepared for the difference in the sensation, how deep he felt, how he stretched her farther than she thought possible.
She gasped and mewed in pleasure, clung to him as his tight balls slapped against her buttocks with each thrust. With his teeth gritted, his hips pounded into her. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and she reached up to smooth his hair from his face.
Unexpectedly, she quavered beneath him, ripples of pleasure filling her from head to toe. In the throes of her climax he came as well, groaning as he lowered her leg and settled deep within her.
They lay tangled, bodies covered in the sheen of sweat and the perfume of sex on the sheets and their flesh. Rolling onto their sides, he lay against her, her back to his chest, his arms cradling her.
Warm, moist breaths tickled the back of her neck, and his seed made the insides of her thighs slick and hot. The sensation sent an unexpected thrill racing through her blood.
"It will be better next time,” he offered, his voice hinting at an apology.
She reached behind and stroked his cheek, feeling his skin warm and smooth as always. “I think it was perfect now."
He made no reply, but his hands tightened around her, his open palm resting against the slight rise of her womb against her flat belly. She settled her fingers over his and closed her eyes, wondering if she remained empty still.
"I'm afraid your bathwater has gone cold,” he murmured when she'd almost fallen asleep.
She peered at the tub and saw wisps of steam travel off the surface like tiny, reluctant ghosts. A smile touched her lips and she grasped his hand, intrigued by the thought of her body weightless in water and him filling her again. This time, she wished to mount him and watch as he reclined beneath her.
"Come on,” she beckoned. “It's not gone cold yet."
He grunted again, paying little mind to words when he had her naked and dancing before him. With his cock swollen, the crown bearing a small bead of lubrication, he didn't need to say a word of his decision.
While she pulled her hair up into a knot, he walked up from behind and wrapped her in his tight embrace.
"Bathe with me,” she whispered.
He sloshed into the water first and helped her to stand before him. Water cascaded down the overfilled sides and spread like a thin, glassy lake across the marble floor.
Together they eased into the water and knelt in the oval-shaped tub. She spread her legs and straddled him as he lay back and drew circles in the water with his fingers.
"Swear to me, Nas,” he said, his voice harsh and commanding. Unexpectedly he pulled her as close as he could without pressing the wind from her lungs. “Swear to me that you'll stay tonight and we'll leave tomorrow. Together."
"You're not strong enough yet.” She paused, swallowed back the choke of grief. “And I cannot do anything to lessen your pain."
"You have done it already.” His lips brushed against her hair, damp fingers trailed down her spine. “I need to hear you say it. Swear to me you'll wait until first light."
She smiled and eased against his body, warmth resonating between their joined forms. The stiffness of his cock sought yielding flesh and she lowered slowly onto his erection.
Hands on his chest, she made love to him slowly, comforted by the beat of his heart against her open palms and the waves of water that aided her weightlessness. Large hands cupped her breasts, and he fit his mouth around her nipple, sucking with the tenderness of a gentle lover.
Their eyes met, and shy glances turned to deep, locked gazes. Fingers linked, lips touched, breaths exchanged with each stroke of him deeper and deeper between her legs.
"Nas.” His voice emerged strained, urgent with the need for release. Back arched, she shuddered and he shuddered with her, the warmth of his seed spreading deep within her.
She swept the dark hair from his eyes and kissed the perspiration from his forehead. “You were correct, Deno.” Chest heaving, he gave her a quizzical look, which made her smile. “Better the second time."
"Wait until the third, when I have more stamina.” Tightness formed creases around his eyes, and he struggled to maintain his smile of satisfaction. “Nas, you never answered me. Will you stay?"
"Deno.” Her hand grasped his and drew it between them until she rested his palm on her
belly. The emptiness ebbed, though she couldn't explain why she felt certain of this. “Yes, yes I'll wait. We leave. Together,” she promised.
His eyes twinkled with onyx light and the dawning of comprehension. With a close-lipped smile, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and grasped her hand. A ragged sigh escaped his lips and tickled her bare flesh, a sound of disbelief and elation.
Tears filled her eyes and she grasped him tightly, afraid to release him, afraid to ever be away from him. All she could think of was the mist and the mountains, of land without walls and iron bars.
"Together,” she said aloud to assure herself.
"You still heal me, Nas."
Gabrina Garza
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