“No, I'm fine,” I purred. “But I'll be much better once I'm fucking you.”
“Amaranthine!” Braxis shook me by my upper arms. “Look at me!”
I stared up at him and smiled, drawing my hand over his chiseled face. “You're so handsome. I've always thought so.”
“Amara, don't do this,” he begged.
“I understood. Even then.”
“No,” he moaned. “No, what I did was wrong. I was so angry. I was mad with grief.”
“I forgive you,” I whispered.
“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly. “We forgave each other, remember? But you said that you can't get past what happened, and you're right to feel that way. I'm so sorry, Amara.”
“I know.” I pulled his face down again. “It's okay, warrior. Make love to me. Wipe all the pain away with pleasure.”
“Amara, I can't,” Braxis groaned. “Sweet Essalea, grant me strength.”
“Braxis, I need you. Please.” I stroked him. He was so hard. He wanted me. Why wouldn't he make love to me? “Please. I'm right here. Join your body with mine. Slide that big cock inside me.”
“Oh, my pretty pixie,” Braxis whispered as he laid his body over mine and nuzzled my neck. “I want to.” He wrapped his arms around me, sliding them beneath my back, and rolled us onto our sides so he could hold me tightly. “I want nothing more than to make love to you. Believe me.”
“I need this,” I whimpered, stroking him faster.
“Oh, Gods!” He grabbed my hand and wrenched it away from his cock. “Please, stop, sweetheart. You're killing me.”
“Fuck me!” I demanded, rolling him onto his back.
I straddled his waist and tried to angle him into me. I was so close to getting what I needed. His tip split me. But Braxis wrestled with me, growling as he tried to get his cock out of my grip.
“Damn it! Stop, Amara!” He rolled me onto my back again and pinned me down. “Here.” He took my hand and put it between my legs. “Touch yourself, sweetheart. I'm here. My body over yours. Imagine that I'm inside you.”
I groaned and started rubbing my sex, my stare glued to his. His eyes glistened as he watched me, his hand going between us to tuck his shaft back into his pants and buckle his belt. Then he stroked my face and settled his body over mine. I reached up and pulled him down into another kiss.
Braxis gave me that at least, moaning into my mouth as I rubbed myself frantically. I arched up against him, clawing him closer, but it wasn't enough. I tore away from his mouth.
“Please. I need more.”
“Amara,” Braxis murmured, his voice dropping into a deep purr. He kissed my cheek and settled one leg between mine so that his knee pressed against my sex. Then he ground it against me. “I love you, pretty pixie. More than my people. More than my world. I would give you anything you asked of me. But this would be taking, not giving, and I refuse to take any more from you. Take from me instead, my love. Take what you need. Use me as a thing, not a man.”
I growled and ground up against him, using his knee to masturbate. Soft whimpers and then eager moans surged past my lips. I watched the arousal tighten his face as I rubbed my nipple against his arm. So brutally handsome. I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him even tighter against me.
“That's it, sweetheart,” Braxis whispered in my ear. “Imagine my cock inside you. Imagine it stretching your wet pussy as I pound into you.” His breathing got faster, turning into panting. “Imagine my hands on your breasts. My mouth there. Or my tongue on your sweet bud, flicking at you until you scream. I dream about you straddling my face and rubbing your sweet flesh over my mouth, dragging it over my tongue as you took your pleasure. Would you do that?”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Would you get on your hands and knees for me and let me slide my dick into you from behind? Would you let me slam into your pussy, the slaps of our skin echoing as your body welcomed mine?”
“I would,” I vowed. “Do it!”
“I will,” he promised. “When you have your senses back and you know for certain that you want me.”
“I do want you,” I whined. “Please, Braxis. Look at me; I'm aware. I know it's you. Take me now! I'll suck your cock; I'd love to get my lips around it. You could slide it down my throat if you want. Choke me. Gag me with it.”
Braxis groaned as if in pain.
“You can fuck my tits,” I offered desperately. “Or my ass. Wouldn't you like that, Bleiten? Don't you want to slide that huge dick in my tight ass while I rub my pussy for you? You can do whatever you want to me.”
