Weighing of the Heart (Volume 1)

by Jessica Florence

  His arms wrapped around me, clearly enjoying that I was stating my territory. My hunger for him was growing by the second. We needed to leave, like now. I pulled back. His face held amusement. “What?” I asked innocently.

  “Nothing. I quite enjoyed the claiming that just took place here. Is it my turn to claim you as well?”

  I couldn’t speak. I wanted him to claim me. Like, fully claim me. God, I was one horny woman. “I want that.”

  He smirked. “Well, let’s go home so I may claim you, beautiful.” Shivers ran through me. I nodded. He kissed me on the forehead, laced his fingers with mine and we left.

  Riding on his motorcycle with a dress on was interesting. I could feel every vibration, the hard muscles of his abdomen beneath my hands. I wanted to run my hands all over him, but while he was focusing on driving, I decided that wasn’t so smart. Everything that has happened since he came back has been lighting me up. This was crazy foreplay. I was soaked and unbelievable ready for him. We didn’t have to drive far.

  He pulled into a parking spot of a very fancy apartment complex. I was nervous and excited. He helped me off the bike so I wouldn’t fall, and put his hand on my lower back as we walked inside.

  Chapter 20

  His apartment was on the first floor, which was convenient and lucky because with all this tension building between us I probably would have attacked him in the elevator. He unlocked the door and let me go in first. I was utterly and completely speechless. His place was huge! He had a big black sectional facing a big flat screen TV. But that wasn’t what made me unable to speak. Every speck of his walls was covered in Egyptian Artifacts.

  From art, masks of Anubis, little sculptures, and canopic jars. He said he had a lot of things from his family in Egypt but wow, this was like a museum. “Tristan” I wanted to look at everything. “This is amazing.” I didn’t think anyone was more obsessed with this stuff than me, but I was wrong.

  “I’m glad you like it,” he said as he ushered me more inside. I realized I was just standing there, staring. “Can I?” I looked towards his artifacts. I had to check them out.

  “Of course, Thalia.”

  I walked over to his walls. It was astonishing. Pictures of people harvesting, the weighing of the heart ceremony, festivals. I couldn’t look away. His canopic jars looked so old. But I highly doubt they are real ones. They looked old but were in pristine condition.

  “They are real,” he confirmed from his elaborate kitchen.

  I hated to admit that I squealed like a little girl at Disney World, but I did. I was overrun with excitement. He joined me a few minutes later with a glass of wine. I grabbed the glass and took a sip absent-mindedly. He walked with me around the giant living room showing me things. I wanted every scrap of knowledge he had about all of this stuff.

  The last piece of art we looked at was very strange. It looked old. Like it was taken from one of the ruins itself in Egypt. It was a picture of a woman, wearing a traditional Egyptian sheath dress. It was strange because her hair was not black and the way traditionally women were portrayed to have. Hers was cascading down to her middle back. A man was standing in front of her, their hands joined. He had the body of a man but the head of a jackal. Like Anubis was always portrayed. I could feel Tristan’s eyes boring into her. “What is this?”

  My heart swelled seeing it. It looked so romantic and familiar. “This is a story of lovers. A beautiful flower and a jackal,” he answered me.

  His fingers start grazing my bare arms, and working his way up to my shoulders. “Will you tell it to me?” My voice was laced with desire

  “Later. Right now I have a claim to make.” I had been momentarily distracted from my lust for him, but now it was back in full force. I turned towards him. He was magnificent. He took my drink out of my hand and set it on a little table.

  “Are you sure you want to be mine, Thalia? After I claim you, there is no going back.” He was looking at me seriously. His fingers continued to touch me, moving up to my face. The pad of his thumb brushed across my lower lip. I didn’t care what it cost to be with him. I just knew I had to have him. There would be no going back for me. I knew it, and I wanted it.

  I nodded. “I want you, Tristan.” His eyes softened as he closed the gap between us. Lips crashing against each other, tongues meshing, hands ravishing; we couldn’t get enough of each other. His hands moved behind my thighs and picked me up against him. My legs moved around him automatically.

  He walked us somewhere with his lips still attached to mine, and at this moment I didn’t care where he took me. It could be right here standing up for all I cared. “Tristan,” I pleaded with him. I didn’t want to wait any longer. Then suddenly, we were falling and I was lying on my back on a soft bed. I didn’t care to look at my surroundings.

  All I wanted to see was Tristan. My hands skimmed down his chest to his shirt and tugged it up and over his head. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him on his back. He brought me with him so that I was straddling him.

  Our mouths never left each other. I ran my hands over his hard chest. His muscles twitched under my fingers. Our breaths mingled together as one. I pulled my lips away from his as I licked, kissed, and sucked my way over his chest, and abdomen. I wanted to taste every part of him.

  When I got to his tattoo on his chest, I felt overwhelmed with emotion. Love. I kissed it with everything I had. Pouring my love into him. His hands ran over my skin until he found the little zipper on my side. He slowly pulled the zipper down exposing my bare skin. I needed to be bare against him. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it over me and tossed it to the floor.

  I heard him suck in a deep breath. I looked into his eyes, which were taking in my bare chest. My nipples pebbled at his gaze, drawing more attention to them.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  I smiled at his comment. I had missed him to. I lowered my chest to his and claimed his lips once more. My hips started to slowly move against him. I was beyond ready; my core was aching for relief. Tristan rolled us back to him being above me, and cradled between my legs.

  Moans were mixing with my every breath. Tristan’s mouth left mine and did his own exploration of my body. His wet mouth sent shivers over me. My hips were moving against his desperately. His lips continued downward until his hot breath was against my sex. I could feel him through the thin lace panties.

  His fingers wrapped around the sides of the material and pulled my panties down and off. His hands left little trails of pleasure as he worked his way back up me. His head stopped at my sex. His breath was teasing me. “Always intoxicating, Thalia.” I couldn’t think.

  I knew what he was about to do and I still let out a cry of pleasure with the first flick of his tongue. “Oh, God!” My hands fisted his hair as he buried his tongue into my sex. This was euphoric. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move; all I could do was feel.

  His tongue precisely hit every single blissful point possible; it was as if he had been with me forever. There was no getting to know me and my reactions. He just knew.

  I writhed against him. His finger joined his tongue creating just what I needed. Not even seconds later I was screaming out his name as my sex clenched him in waves of euphoria. His mouth was gone and seconds later was on mine.

  We consumed each other. I tasted myself on his tongue and growled. I couldn’t imagine that would turn me on but, oh God, it did. I felt him, naked between my legs.

  When did he get rid of his pants? Screw it, who cares? All that matters is that he isn’t wearing them now.

  “Tristan… Please Tristan,” I begged. I would have wept if I had to wait any longer. He pushed into me in one quick thrust, filling me. I cried out. God, he was so big.

  It took a moment for me to adjust to him but after that moment had gone, I was full on wanton. My hips moved trying to find release.

  Finally, Tristan let out a breath he must have been holding in and began to move inside me, his hips pumping and filling me
with every thrust. I moaned and cried out. It felt so amazing. I felt so close already. His pace quickened, thrusting harder and faster.

  “Oh, Yes! Ah!... Oh, God!... Tristan!” I screamed as I fell apart around him. I never thought I liked it rough and fast but, Tristan seemed to know more about me that I did.

  I thought the orgasm would me calm down, but Tristan kept going. He wasn’t done with me yet. My whole body felt alive, I couldn’t contain the shivers that were running through me. He crashed his lips to mine as another mind blowing orgasm hit me. I screamed into his mouth, which he eagerly took in. His movements became more frantic, rapid.

  Finally, he let out a growl as he found his own release, spilling his warmth inside me. Our breathing slowly starting to slow after he collapsed on top of me. I ran my fingers up and down his back.

  There were no words to describe what happened between us. It was raw, magical, and I felt utterly claimed. I giggled. His head lifted off my chest in search of my face.

  “You really know how to crush a man’s ego beautiful.” He smirked at me.

  “I wasn’t giggling at you, silly man. I giggled because I’m happy. I definitely do feel claimed.” He smiled and kissed my chest, right over my heart.

  I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer. “I’m in love with you Tristan. I want you to know and know that it’s okay if those feelings aren’t returned yet, but I just had to tell you,” I told him as I ran my fingers over the contours of his face. He was beautiful.

  “Oh, Thalia, I have been in love with you since the very moment I saw you. I have been yours, body and soul. You are the very air I breathe. My world is covered in darkness without you.”

  Tears started slipping over the rims of my eyes. This man, this wonderful man loved me. “I’m yours, Tristan.” I told him. His eyes were gleaming with happiness.

  “Mine forever.”

  He kissed me passionately. Then, pulling back, he slowly eased out and rolled over next to me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me against him. I snuggled into my wonderful man. I didn’t think I would ever be as happy as I was now. He kissed my head as I drifted off into dreamland. And for the first time since they started happening, I was eager to see what they would show me.

  Chapter 21

  My hand was still pressed against the stranger’s face.

  “It is so strange. I can feel your soul reaching for me,” he whispered. I didn’t know what to say to that. It felt like something inside was clawing its way to him. My soul? I didn’t know what was happening here. His arms came around me; my hand fell from his face to grip his biceps. He brought his forehead down to mine. I felt an immense connection pass between. Unlike anything I had ever felt.

  “What is happening?” I asked him. My voice sounding breathy, not anything like my own voice. I knew I shouldn’t be letting this strange man touch me so intimately, but there was nothing I wanted more than this man against me.

  Everyone always told me how to be. Be a lady, a noble lady.You shouldn’t play with swords. You will marry who I say. This was for me. I felt something for this stranger, though I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling. I knew I didn’t want to get out of his arms any time soon.

  He sighed. “I have to go.”

  What? No! I pressed my body closer to his. “I want to see you again,” I confessed to him. This was for me, what I want.

  “I will come to you beautiful Thalia.” He pulled back with a bright smile on his lips. He started backing up, his fingers grazing me as he pulls away.

  “Stranger, what do I call you?” I blurted out. I wanted to know the name of the man who was changing things inside me. His lips quirked up into a smirk.

  “Anubis.” His eyes sparkled with amusement and then disappeared inside the armory. Anubis. Such a strange name, but then agai, the locals did truly believe in their gods. It was no thought that they would name their child after one. I did a little twirl with the bow in my hand. It was something very girly but I felt like I floating.

  Excitement was burning through my veins. Not even dinner with my father, talking to me about my future husband, could spoil my mood. He talked, and all I thought about was the beautiful man that would find me soon.

  After dinner, I excused myself and decided to go for a walk to the Nile. It was a beautiful sight to see the sun set by the water. My dress flowed around my feet as I walked. There was a light breeze whisking through the air. I sat down by a tree by the water’s edge when I felt a familiar feeling inside my body. I turned and looked around for the beautiful man who has slipped his way into my soul.

  He was walking behind me, followed by him sitting next to me. He looked at me from the tips of my toes up to the jewelry on top of my head. My stomach fluttered.

  His gaze was full of heat; I felt that heat as he took me in. I felt warm. My breasts tightened. I had never felt like such a woman, all from this man’s eyes on me. Dear gods, help me.

  “You found me.” My voice once again was unrecognizable to me, all breathless and full of desire.

  “I will always find you Thalia.” He smirked.

  I felt that surge between us. “I don’t understand any of this.” I confessed to him and somehow found the strength to turn my gaze from him back to the water.

  “Nor do I. I was not meant to find someone, but yet here you are.”

  Here I was. A woman that was meant for another man, sitting next to a man that brought out desires she never knew she wanted.

  I sighed. “I should not be here with you. I am still promised to another.” I felt as if I could cry. I wanted love. I felt defeated as I realized no matter what I wanted from this man, I couldn’t have it.

  “What do you want, Thalia?” he asked. His hand brushed against mine, sending little tremors up my body. My mouth parted with the pleasure his touch brought to me. I turned towards him. I knew this was once again not proper and unladylike.

  “I want my first kiss to be with someone of my choosing.” His eyes darkened. A growl came from his lips. I wanted this. “You,” I said with confidence. I didn’t have time to prepare myself before his lips were on me.

  We moved our lips together as if our very lives depended on it. My lips parted as he sucked in my bottom lip. His tongue crept out and caressed mine. My body shook with pleasure. I wanted to be closer. Feelings exploded inside me.

  Our kiss grew to a passionate devouring of each other. Breathing in each other’s breaths, grunts and moans.

  He tasted like cinnamon and spice. I was intoxicated on him. Would I ever come back from this? No, I wouldn’t.

  His arms wrapped around me, bringing me closer to him. I pressed my body against his, feeling his warm muscled body against the soft flesh of mine. His fingers dug into my back. I wish I could plaster myself to him, although it still wouldn’t be close enough. I didn’t have any experience with this, but my body knew what to do. I gave myself over to the sensations that were crashing over me.

  “Thalia.” He whispered my name on his next breath. He started to slow our kisses, bringing things down a notch. He pulled back and smiled at me.

  “Never in existence have I felt anything like this,” he told me.

  I smiled back at him. “I like it.” I blushed as I admitted that.

  “Never feel ashamed to admit what you want, Thalia. You deserve to be worshipped, made happy every day.” He was serious now. I sucked in a breath. I wanted to be worshipped by him. We lied back against the ground.

  “Lay with me.” He opened his arms which I came into willingly. He was perfect.

  We just lied there for what seemed like hours, enjoying each other’s company. It was the best night I have ever had.

  Once the moon had risen high, Anubis walked me back to my home. He gave me a chaste kiss before leaving me with promises to see me again. I once again floated back to my room, my fingers finding their way to my lips. As if to make sure what happened with Anubis was real. My lips felt swollen from his lips on mine.

  Warm
hands were caressing my body, waking me from that amazing dream. Even if it was a memory like that psychic lady said, I would say that was a good life. Although, I will admit it was weird dreaming about another man that looked like Tristan, but I still didn’t think was him. Although, maybe he was my lover in a past life.

  I raised my hands above my head and stretched my body. Warm, wet lips suddenly lavished my tight nipple. Hands ravishing the other. My back arched into the touch. “Mmm,” I moaned. My hands found their way back to his head, gripping his hair. He groaned at my pulling him. His tongue licked and swirled my peaks. “Tristan,” I murmured.

  His mouth moved over to the other breast to give it the same extraordinary treatment. I grabbed his face and pulled that wonderful mouth to mine. His body was moving and settling over mine. His swollen tip was poised at my entrance. I was wet and so ready for him. I reached down to his amazing rear and pushed him slightly.

  He understood fully and pushed into me quickly, once again giving me the full sensations of him inside me. He groaned into my mouth as I cried out. We moved together as one, hips thrusting to meet one another.

  “You are perfect, Thalia.” I looked into his gray eyes as he made love to me.

  “God, Tristan!” I cried out his name. His name on my lips caused him to move faster. Bringing me closer and closer to bliss. Just when I thought I was going fall into oblivion, he rolled over taking me with him while still inside of me. My body kept moving over him. His hands ran over my breasts, kneading them. Then he brought his hands to my hips, gripping me, moving me over him.

  “OH!” I cried out as he hit both my spot on the inside as well as driving me insane by my clit. It was so intense!

  I didn’t think I would be able to handle the orgasm that would soon over take me. “Thalia, let go, love,” he groaned.

  As if his words were a trigger, I suddenly was thrown over into the tsunami that was my orgasm. My head fell back as I screamed out his name while he growled mine, as he came inside me.