The last hours of hardship and fear dissolved as he drank the nectar of her body. How could he survive without her vitality, her warmth, her uniqueness? How had he ever thought that making love to a parbot could compare to this conflagration?
After being detained by the commission for much longer than he expected, he arrived at the ruins after dark. They had wanted to run more tests on him, to obtain proof that what he was saying was true.
The idiots. Did they think he would ever make a fool of himself, damage his relationship with the company that had made him rich, and probably wreck his career, by proclaiming his love in the middle of a deposition, without a strong cause? But he had impugned a powerful corporation. That alone warranted solid proof. He had given them what they wanted, but it had taken most of the day to extricate himself. By the time he had arrived at their meeting place, she had been gone, and he thought he had lost her forever. He couldn’t bear to think about it.
Her hands knotted in his hair, pulling his head away. He resisted. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her mouth. Maybe it would never be enough. His cock was hard to the point of aching, but kissing her was such a delicious pleasure he couldn’t bear to break the contact long enough to remove his trousers and sink his aching flesh into her welcoming heaven. God, he was in a bad state.
She pulled his hair again. “Wait,” she groaned in between their mouths.
“Can’t. Need you.” He was reduced to incomplete sentences and was not even ashamed of revealing his desperate need.
Her hands let go of his hair to slide down his chest and abdomen, painting a trail of heat and need wherever they touched him. They came to rest on the waistband of his trousers. Having them so near his aching flesh almost drove him insane. His hips rolled against her, grinding his hardness into her softness.
And then he felt it. The snap as his trousers opened, then excruciating relief. Until her questing little hand dove inside and grabbed his erection. Her touch on his straining flesh galvanized him. Almost made him come on the spot.
“Fuuck, Kalli.” He ground against her lips.
“Shhh, I know. Let me help you.”
If he had been capable of rational thinking, he would have expected her to stroke him to completion. But once again, his sprite surprised him. Bringing her arms back up to twine around his neck, she hoisted herself up and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her hot, wet pussy against his shaft.
The sensation almost made his knees buckle, and he had to brace her against the wall to avoid falling. Breathing hard to regain control, he almost lost it when she reached between their bodies, notched his cock against her entrance, and sank down.
His groan of ecstasy mingled with her moan, trapped between their fused mouths.
“Don’t move,” he implored desperately, grabbing her arse and holding her still. “I don’t want this to end so soon. Being inside you is... I have no words for it, for I’ve never felt it before. Divine? Heavenly? Indescribable. Fuck, you have me almost at the breaking point.”
“It’s fine. We can go over the edge now. Next time we can take it slow,” she said, biting his lower lip.
“No,” he growled, pinning her with his hips against the wall. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to balance on the edge with you, to teeter at the border of the precipice. Drawing out this exquisite torment.”
“I thought you couldn’t wait,” she complained, tightening around him. The vixen. “Please, Dariux.”
He wasn’t cruel but hearing her beg for the pleasure he could bring her brought him unholy satisfaction.
“I’m right here, sprite.” He flexed his hips, an infinitesimal movement, designed not to satisfy, but to impress his presence inside her. She groaned and dropped her head back, proving to be almost his undoing.
“I will always be here. I’m yours. Are you mine?”
“Yes,” she panted.
The heartfelt admission calmed his frantic need. It didn’t make it any less potent, but somehow less urgent. She was his, just as he was hers. They belonged to each other. They were together now. Nothing stood between them. The knowledge was a warm balm on his soul.
He finally understood what love was. This was it. A constant need that was not urgent because it was insatiable. He kissed her, deep and slow, pouring his newfound understanding into the kiss. Telling her without words what was in his heart. When he felt her melt in his arms, he broke the kiss. Looking into her eyes, he tried to put to words what he had expressed with his kiss. She deserved the words, imperfect as they were.
“I love you.” When she opened her mouth to reply, he closed it with a kiss. He needed to get all the words in his chest out.
“I didn’t know what love was, sprite,” he continued. “I thought it was about physical needs and satisfying desires. About pleasure, comfort, and convenience. I had never experienced it. Like a blind person who has never seen colors and cannot, therefore, imagine the transcendental beauty of a sunset.
“When I started falling for you, I told myself it was about physical desire. Yet from the first time we were together, I felt something more. Something different. It terrified me. I thought it would make me weaker. Vulnerable. That’s why I fought it so hard. I thought I could overcome it. But you know what I discovered?” He paused.
She shook her head. “No.”
“The only thing more terrifying than loving you is living without you.”
“Does that mean that loving me still terrifies you?”
“A bit. Love makes one vulnerable. What if I lose you? I’m afraid to disappoint you. I’m afraid of not being the man you need.”
