She groaned into his mouth, fisted his shirt in her hands, and she pulled him flush to her. Her thighs squeezed around him. She wanted him so badly. The adrenaline of the meeting poured through her, and at that moment, the horrors of her last month did not enter her mind.
She even forgot they were in a very not sound-proof tent in the middle of his village.
His kiss sent her spinning as it had the night before. She grasped the edge of his shirt, and they pulled it off, tossing it behind her and onto the ground. Feeling those muscles beneath her fingertips again and flush against her own chest. His mouth moved to her throat, sucking on her skin and making her groan as her open mouth steadied against his cheek.
Both his hands slipped beneath her dress and grabbed her underwear. She pressed her palms into the table as he swept them off. His lips met hers, and as his finger trickled between her thighs and he felt her wetness, he groaned into her mouth.
"I need you, Princess," he breathed. "I need you around me. I need to feel you trembling as you come apart."
She nodded, whispering, "Yes—fuck, yes—Nadir," between their desperate kisses.
Her fingers fumbled with the strings of his pants, and he cursed when he sprang free. His lust and power intoxicated her. Raised every hair on her arms. She wanted him everywhere. Her muscles strained with his lips on hers, and her body begged for him.
She tucked her feet behind his thighs, and Nadir's finger pressed deeper inside her. That digit curling in her and his thumb moving against her clit. Knees lifting off the table and hips rocking into his hand with every stroke. He bit her throat, and she reached for his cock. A moan vibrated against her skin as she pushed that bead of liquid down his length.
Another finger slipped inside her, and she limped in his arms. Hand in his hair, she tugged him back, and she whispered, "Fuck me like you just lost me, Commander," as her eyes met his.
Nadir's eyes fluttered, head tilting, and he kissed her palm. "Yes, Princess."
His hand moved from inside her. He grabbed her hips, yanking her to the edge of the table, and she gasped when his length filled her. The moan that emitted from her mouth, she couldn't stop, and neither could he. He kissed her again, making her chest arch against him, her hips grinding against his. Stilling all the way in and savoring her. He pulled back, hand settling on her cheek.
"Lean back and grab the edge," he uttered. “Don’t let go.”
Tingles on her arms, she did as he instructed. Knees wide and bent, hips in his hands. Her ass was so far on the edge of the table that one slip and she would have fallen off. But she knew he had her. Knew he would hold her there until she couldn't breathe, and they both cried out for her end.
The moment her fingers wrapped into the table, he pulled out and then slammed inside her. Cursing as he began a steady pace, bending over her and kissing her stomach. Her back arched as he moved in and out. Just feeling him inside her again made her body reach. Her toes already pointing, muscles stretching. His pace picked up. She looked down and watched his motions in and out of her, watched his full length disappear and reappear, covered in the glisten of her wetness. His face scrunched with every fill as his fingers dug into her ass and hips. His mouth sagged, and then he caught her gaze.
She almost came apart at the sight of him staring at her. Chin raised, tongue darting out over his lips. Her thighs tightened around him again, and she knew she was close.
"Are you there, Princess?" he asked, his voice straining.
A gasp took her breath as she felt her body edging. "Yes—fuck, yes," she managed.
Nadir moved a hand off her thigh and between her legs. His thumb moved over her clit, and Nyssa cried out an unintelligible curse. Finger pressing hard over her nerves, he pulled out and slammed deeper.
Those last strokes were deliberate and claim-worthy. Her head threw back, and she swore her hands would break the table. She trembled with the elaborate thrusts, gasping for breath. His thumb continued to toy with her clit. She couldn't help when she cried out his name, a few more strokes—
Together they came apart.
Nyssa's high-pitched moan sounded, body shaking as she spilled over him. Nadir arrested deep inside her with his own release. His fingers dug into her skin. She opened her eyes just in time to meet his own gaze and watch breath return to his lungs. Her back met the table, and he leaned on her, still holding onto her thighs but laying his head against her breasts.
“Fuck, you feel like home,” he whispered on her skin, and she wasn’t sure he meant for her to hear him.
After a moment, he moved to hover over her, and he kissed her softly. "I could stay buried in you the rest of my life," he told her. "Do you have any idea how mesmerizing it is watching you come apart around me?"
"Commander, you keep talking like that, and I might drown," she bantered.
He chuckled under his breath and straightened, taking her with him to a sitting position. "No," he said softly, pushing her hair back off her face. "No, I want you crossing that beach whenyouare ready for evermore. Not just this part. I want you to love the strong, beautiful creature you are again, comfortable in your skin and believing in yourself. Because I want all the things we talked about. I want all of you, every day, in every way I can have you. Standing by your side as you take your throne and conquer your enemies. I will make sure you get there, Princess. And I'll be waiting on the other side of that beach when you're ready."
Why are you so patient with me?" she wondered aloud, chest swelling with his declaration. "How does all this not drive you crazy?"
"You know why," he sighed. "You just won't let me say it."
“Don't you dare," she said in a breath.
Huffing, his smile widened, and he kissed her again. Slowly this time. As though he were savoring a final moment, and his forehead laid against hers when he pulled away.
For a moment, neither spoke. Nyssa's eyes closed as she breathed him in, knowing everything he said was real and he meant the words. Knowing she could do this and that it might take time, but she would regain that confidence in her abilities again, no matter how long it took. And knowing that the war would continue to loom over their heads as she did.
