I look up again and find Kassiel watching me too, instead of studying the group as he had been.
“What is wrong, Alora?” His words caress me, offering a blanket of comfort.
“I feel as if everything is about to change,” I confess, my heart constricting, “and I’m worried that my world might crash after.”
He stands swiftly, jumping over the rock that separates us with one hand on the boulder.
“Come here,” he says softly.
I stand and he brings his arms around me in a tight hug.
His hands thread through my hair and he begins to rub at the base of my neck.
He brings his mouth close to mine and kisses me, just one swift peck before kneeling in front of me.
“What will it take, Alora?” he begins, “If you asked me to kneel before you and worship, I would. I’d utter prayers as I kissed you, begging you to hear me.”
He grabs my hand and squeezes. “If you asked me to crawl on my belly, submitting to you, I would. If it pleased you, I’d stop at nothing until you would bear witness to my fealty. So I ask again, what will it take for you to know my heart lies with you?”
I choke on unshed tears and watch him. He looks like someone offering penance, and I just happen to be the goddess for which he kneels.
I look down my nose at him, letting the tears stream down my face before clearing my throat.
“Then crawl.”
And so he does, with hunger in his eyes that could only be described as someone witnessing their salvation.
With a groan, he falls onto his palms and looks up to me with the same emerald eyes I’ve come to yearn for.
“And what would my lady have me do upon my knees?”
Good gods he’s wicked.
“I want you to undress for me, so I can see your naked body as you grovel.”
His lip turns up, exposing his canines.
“The little warrior is a naughty thing, I see, afterall.”
The way he calls me such things has liquid pooling between my legs.
In moments, he’s undressed, leaving his clothes strewn across the earth.
He drags his hands through the dirt, followed by the slide of his knees until he's directly beneath me.
His expression fills with want, as if he’s more than eager to submit to me. It’s enticing knowing he trusts me with such power over him.
He rocks back to his heels, knees still pressed into the dirt and lowers his chin to his chest. He looks like a fallen sentinel, in the most delicious way.
Nightfall is upon us, drenching him in shadow and light from the moons, adding an even more erotic layer to the situation.
I slowly peel off my blouse, letting him worship my body as I undress with each layer.
His touch is reverent as he feathers his fingers across my too hot skin. The cool breeze of the night is welcomed as his touch ignites my flesh.
He begins kissing me, just above my navel and trails down. His arms encircle me once more as he hugs my lower half, a smirk forming as he presses his hands under my butt cheeks and squeezes.
“I think I may need to inform Caym I’ve found a new favorite position.” He speaks with a sultry tone.
