“I love you, Soren,” she said.
The simple declaration almost unmanned him. He would not use the words or bind her to himself when he knew she still doubted him. But he could give her his love without the words.
He kissed her eyes, tasting the saltiness of those tears. And he touched their mouths once more and felt her arch against him. “I want to touch you, Ran. Let me?”
She nodded then and, after tossing his cloak behind her, he guided her back to lie on the ground. With a wish for warm winds, he untied the laces of her gown and loosened it. Soren moved slowly, undressing her bit by bit and kissing every inch of her skin as he did so.
It took no time at all for him to arouse her, he felt the heat moving through her body. Each touch brought a sigh. Each kiss or touch of his mouth and she arched against him. Ran dug her fingers into the ground as though trying to keep from touching him.
Finally, she lay naked before him, clad only in her stockings, and he drank in the sight of her body. He’d missed the way the nipples of her breasts puckered when he blew against them. And the inclination of her belly down to the curls between her legs. He rolled her to her belly and began a new path down her back, over the globes of her arse and onto her thighs. The place behind her knees still made her laugh.
He paused only long enough to remove his tunic and breeches. Then he moved behind her, sliding his arm around to cup her breast as he slipped his cock between her legs. He drew out each caress, each taste, each kiss, trying to be gentle. She arched back against him, their bodies spooned together as he kissed and bit and licked the place on her neck that was sensitive.
“Soren,” she whispered. “I need your strength now. Take me.” She turned in his embrace and met his gaze. The turquoise aura pulsed brightly around her and her eyes changed to that color. “Fill me with your love, Soren. I am empty.”
She reached between their bodies and took his cock in her hands, tearing away any control he had. Their joinings had never been quiet and easy. They joined like a storm, full of thunder and shattering release. He pulled her to him, sliding one leg between hers and lifting hers over his hip, opening her to his touch.
She held him with two hands, sliding one under his ballocks and the other moved up and down his shaft. Soren rubbed the inside of her thigh, watching as her mouth opened and she breathed in shallow, quick breaths as he moved ever closer to the place where he wanted to be. When he turned his hand and slid it along the cleft of her flesh, she moaned, clutching his erection even harder.
He wanted to make her scream. He needed to feel her scream. He needed to taste her release against his mouth.
Soren pulled himself free and pushed her onto her back, climbing over her and pushing his legs between her knees. She opened to him, to his gaze, to his touch, closing her eyes and arching before her even did as he planned.
“Do not move,” he growled.
He kissed and suckled the tips of her breasts, rubbing his face against her as he did. Soren took the puckered buds between his teeth, one then the other, and tugged on them, loving the sounds of her pleasure when he did. He hungrily kissed and sucked his way up and down her body until she lay trembling with need beneath him. If she arched up against him, he pressed her down with his palm over her mons. Using but one finger, he teased her flesh, making her shake and quiver for more.
Then, even though his own flesh could bear no more, he moved between her legs, his mouth on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. Ever closer to the heated core of her, he slowed if she moved against him. She’d liked these games of time and pleasure and her body response and wetness told him she remembered them well.
Knowing she was past ready, he lay between her thighs, opened her wider with his shoulders against her knees and kissed her intimately. His tongue outlined her glistening cleft and he slid his finger deep within her. Smiling against her flesh, he licked her hard, using his tongue to find the tight nub at the top of it.
When he drew that between his teeth and began rubbing it with the end of his tongue, her body began to open in response. With his mouth there, he pushed his tongue deep inside her, mimicking what his prick would do, rubbing the sensitive flesh until he felt her body begin to release against his mouth. Sucking the now-erect bud, he tasted her arousal and her release, the sound of it made it only sweeter. Her hands slid into his hair now, pushing him against her as she arched and pressed against his mouth.
Soren sucked and licked and bit until she screamed and writhed, her body pouring out its release. As he felt the shudders lessen, he moved, climbing up onto his knees and lifting her hips.
“Fill me.”
She did not have to ask him for that; he thrust into her in one, deep push, filling her with his hardened flesh. His cock lengthened and widened, as the tightness gripped him.
“Again.”
It was an order and so he laughed. She knew what she wanted and told him. And he plowed her more deeply.
“More,” she whispered, her voice filled with arousal. “Deeper.”
He drew back until he was almost out of her body and then, using the muscles of his thighs and his arse, he thrust back in so hard that he moved them along the ground. If he worried that he’d been too rough, her body and her words told him otherwise.
“Ahhhh.” She let out a long sigh and tilted her hips under him. “Now, Soren Stormblood,” she whispered, meeting his gaze. “Take me.”
And he was lost. His body responded to her call, thrusting deep and hard, over and over. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met every thrust, drawing him in and clenching around his flesh to make his withdrawal more difficult. The feel of it, the way her deep muscles tightened on him, brought his own release ever closer.
But not until she did.
Leaning down, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, deep, and shared the taste of her own essence with her. She grew tighter and tighter around his flesh until she arched and screamed out her release. He did not relent, he did not stop, plunging completely into her and feeling the ripples of her peak. Only when she was done, when her flesh inside relaxed, did he allow his release. His body tensed and his seed sprayed against her womb in wave after wave of heated wetness.
He stayed within her, listening to her breathing until it grew slow-paced and even. Then, rolling onto his side, he took her with him, keeping his cock within her for every possible last moment. She tucked her head under his chin and against his chest and he felt her every breath on his skin.
If God or the gods were merciful, this would not be the last time they shared this physical bond. If they had any mercy, Soren would be able to claim her as his own and keep her for all their lives.
