“No matter what happens, let’s promise each other to come back here again one day,” I whispered. He closed the distance between us with a kiss and planted his hand on my bottom, pulling me flush against him. His cock responded instantly, and he was hard before our kiss had even ended.
“All right, wordsmith, you have to tell me now. Do you want to sleep or do you want me to carry on? Because right now I might still be able to stop myself, but not for long.”
I grinned and reached down between us to where his cock was already waiting for me. I gently grabbed his length and opened my legs, sliding his cock up and down my folds. I was already so wet that he could have easily slipped it in, despite its size. Theo drew in a rugged breath and pushed himself up on his elbows and positioned himself between my legs.
He kissed me deeply, the scruff of his beard tickling my sensitive skin, and lowered himself onto me. “You,” he kissed my jaw, “are,” he kissed the side of my mouth, “everything,” he breathed as he kissed my eyes.
He positioned himself between my legs and looked down to where his hard cock was pressing against my entrance. He stilled in his movements, his shoulders were tense andhe seemed to hesitate.
“We don’t have to do this,” I said softly. “If you’re unsure, if you’d rather wait until the prophecy is fulfilled—”
His eyes searched mine, full of something deep and trembling, something close to reverence. He shook his head slowly, a small, wistful smile tugging at his lips.
“No,” he whispered. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
I felt his breath hitch as he gathered his thoughts, as if pulling them from a place he’d kept locked away for years.
“For so long, I told myself I had to stay pure. That every choice I made had to serve the prophecy. That I couldn’t give myself to anyone, not even when I wanted to. And then you came along, and—”
He paused, his hand finding mine, holding it gently between us.
“You make me feel like I have a choice again. Like I’m allowed to want something for myself. And I do, Maelis. I want this. I want you. Not because of some prophecy… but because you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted like this.”
The air between us was heavy, charged with both emotion and something unspoken. I searched his expression, looking for hesitation, but there was none, only quiet certainty, and a tenderness that made my heart ache.
“Are you sure?” I asked one last time, voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.
Instead of answering, he kissed me and slowly pushed himself inside me.
The sensation was incredible, feeling him slowly filling me up, more and more with each movement.
He stopped and a grin tugged at the cornersof his mouth. “I must warn you, there are 500 years of pent-up desire inside of me, this probably won’t be the lovemaking you deserve.”
A genuine laugh escaped me, and he hissed because my muscles contracted, deliciously teasing his cock inside of me.
“I think you underestimate just how much I want you inside me, Theo. This is going to be quick for me too.”
His eyes rolled back into his head, and with a shake of his head he added,
“Don’t say things like that. Have mercy, woman. It’s only going to make me cum quicker.”
He started moving again then, faster this time, going deeper with each stroke. I could feel the pressure of him against my clit, adding to the sensation of having him deep inside me. He leaned down to kiss me, his thrusts becoming quicker and more urgent and before I knew it, my body spasmed and I came with a force that I didn’t think possible. That seemed to push him over the edge too and he released himself inside me, panting and moaning even after the initial sensation had passed.
“I am never leaving this bed again. And neither are you!” he said when he had finally caught his breath and grinned down at me with bright orbs floating in his eyes.
It was impossible to go back to sleep after what we’d just shared. We went downstairs and watched the sun come up behind the mountain, basking the snowy landscape around us in a bright orange light. We made love again and the sun on his skin made him look all the more the glorious God I knew he was. When we lay there panting, he hugged me close to him and said, “I don’t want to boast or anything, butI think I am getting the hang of it.”
I was already exhausted and laughed softly into his chest. “If this is you being an amateur at something, I am scared for what’s yet to come”
“I have sooo many ideas, Mae, and I am going to try them all on you.” He chuckled and kissed me deeply again.
“Well, if that’s the case, you should probably rest and recharge while I make us some pancakes,” I teased and wiggled myself free of his hold.
“I feel like that’s a ploy to keep me out of the kitchen, but all right. If it means I get to watch you walk around in only my shirt, I am all for it.”
We ate pancakes on the sofa, watching the snow fall outside, and I couldn’t help but think how normal our lives felt in that moment. For the first time in years, I felt at peace, my demons finally quiet. As if they too were tired of the ever present feeling of guilt and shame and self-doubt. It was a fragile state of illusion, carefully held together by a yearning so deep it perpetrated every cell in my body. If only this could be my happy ending.
