It shouldn’t have been a surprise, to know just what she felt. But knowing Sora had felt it a century ago and knowingshefelt it now were two very different things.
“Please,” Vane moaned, mouth just barely brushing hers, begging her to give in.
She was breaking, but he would catch her. Of that, she had no doubt.
“I love you,” she said, each word hushed and deliberate in the miniscule space between them.
His eyes widened, his pupils expanding impossibly wider as he muttered, “Fuck it, game over,” and captured her mouth with his.
She stood on her tiptoes to reach him, a broad hand on her back to support her, but soon, that wasn’t enough. They both needed more. More.More.The desperate need was a beat between them, an undercurrent in every touch, each demanding press of his tongue against hers. She fisted her hand in the material of leather armor.
“Take it off,” she ordered, half-dizzy.
He nipped at her lower lip, pulling it between his teeth, then asking, “Which part, my love?”
She bit his lip right back, dragging her hands through his hair. “All of it.”
“Good,” he praised. “I fucking love it when you’re demanding.”
“Clothes off, sir,” she muttered, kissing up his neck.
He groaned, his hands going to the ties on his flight armor. “You know, you said that to me the first day at camp.”
She nipped at his jaw. “I know. Did it turn you on?”
“Much more than was appropriate at the time.”
He tore the leather material free of the ties, and she pulled it off. His undershirt came next, and she traced careful hands overthe scars on his back, kissing his shoulder as she did. She was still fully clothed as she reached for the ties of his breeches.
He gently grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Wait. I want to see you.”
“You have. It’s my turn,” she said, punctuating the words by sliding her hand up the hard outline of his cock.
He let out a rough moan, his hand bracing behind her on the stone wall. “Fuck,” he hissed as she worked him through his pants.
“Do you still want me to wait? Or do you want me on my knees in front of you?”
He traced her swollen lips with his thumb, his eyes heavy with lust. “Knees. But not for too long, or they’ll bruise on the stone.”
“We’ll see,” she whispered, kissing her way down his muscled abdomen before he could argue further.
When she reached the dip just below his waistband, she finally undid the ties and unsheathed his cock from the leather, thick and beading with precum at the tip. She took it in her hand, flicking her gaze up to his as she swirled her tongue over the head, lapping up the salty liquid. He fisted a hand in her hair and ordered, “Tap my leg if it gets to be too much, understand?”
“Mhmm,” she hummed, using her hand to pump the base.
He groaned, pushing his hips forward. She had no memory of doing this before, but instinct took over well enough as she took as much of him as she could. He thrust gently the first few times before his control began to fray. That was what she loved most.
When he started to tremble, his groans near-guttural, she pulled back and kissed his hip. Through heavy breaths, he managed to say, “You are cruel, my love.”
“I want you inside me.”
He shut his eyes briefly and then looked at her and said, “Not yet.”
“But you want to, now don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, wasting no time. “But you need to be ready.”
It took her a moment to understand the meaning of his words. She had never been with a man, not in this life. She vaguely remembered that there had been some pain the first time with him, especially given his size.
