“You're wonderful.” X pulled her in tightly and brushed his fingers along her face as he leaned in for a soft kiss.
After they'd enjoyed their ride, X led her back onto land and into the wooden temple high above the waves. He brought her into an area he called ‘the sanctuary’, which was lined with cushions and pillows.
“My people come here to meditate and feel closer to nature. I love it. It’s one of the greatest treasures in Zanthar.” He pulled her down onto one of the cushions and cuddled her against him. Forcing her to tilt back, he pointed out the ceiling. Large glass windows were embedded from one end to the other and the stars had started to come out. To the far left sat several of Zanthar's moons.
“It's so peaceful.” Sylvie rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled down deeper, wanting to stay there forever.
"I never wanted you to get hurt. I should have been there to protect you."
"You had problems of your own," she reminded him.
"About the... other you. I'm sorry. I should have realized. She was nothing like you, and I'm a stupid--"
"Hush." She turned and pressed a tiny kiss beneath his ear. "She looked just like me. How could you have known?"
He was quiet for a moment.
She turned her face back to the ceiling, wanting to watch the moons move around the large expanse of the dark sky.
“Sylvie.” His tone was serious. “I understand if you are hesitant to mate with me. I know we discussed it before but I want you to know that I hold you under no obligation.”
She turned and slid her arms around his waist, realizing that there was no other option for her. She wouldn’t take it if there were. “There’s no obligation. Only desire. Iwantto mate with you.”
He cupped her face, then planted the softest kisses along her cheeks and over her lips. “I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to respond in kind to his sweet words. “I... I...”
“Shhh.” He stroked just under her chin with his thumb before pressing his lips to hers again. The soft brush of his tongue against her lips caused her to moan and she tilted her head and opened herself to him. He deepened the kiss, pushing it toward something sensually powerful.
Sylvie pulled him toward her, trying to assist him in getting her clothing off, which was easier said than done. They laughed and pulled apart as she slipped the soft material over her hips, her modesty lost to the hungry demands of the man before her.
X tugged his sarong over his head and growled softly as he pulled her back toward him. The moonlight spilled into the room from the glass panes that lined the ceiling. X pulled her on top of him, settling back and smiling up at her.
“Make love to me, Sylvie. Give me all of you. That’s all I want.” He reached up and ran his hands over her waist before putting pressure on her hips to tilt forward a little.
She groaned as he pressed himself deep inside of her, his size stretching her and sending heat pulsing from the center of her core. “Oh fuck.”
“So unbelievably beautiful, baby.” X held on to her tightly as he worked himself in and out of her, his breathing deep and methodical.
Sylvie hadn’t ever been on top, so it took a little while to better understand the best movements for him to rub against the sensitive spots deep inside of her. She rocked against him as her breathing became labored and the thrill of orgasm sparked inside her stomach.
“I’m gonna come,” she muttered as a long groan ripped from her lips.
“Ride me, baby. Take every ounce of pleasure you can from me. I’m all yours. Only yours.” He tightened his grip, his words throwing daggers into the tightest parts of her.
She leaned over and ran her hands over his dark chest, the ridges of his muscular frame sending her into a million naughty fantasies.
He arched his hips and hit her spot again, blowing her resolve apart to rest for a minute.
Sylvie screamed his name as she came again, her body moving of its own accord. She wanted more, no – needed more of him. Needed him in her life and in her bed for the rest of her days. Tears burned her gaze as she continued to work herself against him. Why hadn’t he come? Could he not?
He had brought her to climax twice without slowing his tempo, but he hadn’t released his seed. If he didn’t… he would die.
The man she loved would die.
She flattened herself against him and started to massage his thick cock with the fullness of her thrusts as she looked deep into his black eyes. She had to tell him. He had to know.
“I love you.” She pressed up and kissed him fiercely, never breaking the slow rhythm of their sex.
