"Look at me, Khaivor. Right here."
I focus and her face resolves out of the blur. The gold flecks in her amber eyes.
"There," she says quietly. "Stay there."
"I can hear them," I say. "The people I hurt. The frequencies — they use the same patterns. Every wave he releases sounds like something I?—"
"I know." She exhales.
"You do not know what I did."
"I know what you told me." Her thumbs trace along my cheekbones. "I know you chose to leave. I know what you have been running from. I know you have spent every year since then trying to be something other than a weapon." She holds my gaze. "You are not in that room. You are here. With me."
The frequencies pulse outside and the ground shudders beneath.
She steps closer, and I feel the warmth of her before she touches me. Her hands slide from my face to my chest, pressing flat over my heart.
"Can you feel that?" she asks.
My own heartbeat.
"Yes."I swallow.
"Match mine."
She takes my hand and presses it against her ribs, just below her heart. My fingers can't help but brush up her cleavage.
Carefully she adjusts her work gown and mounts on top of me. Her radiating eyes piercing mine deeply in a way that leaves no room for thought.
She whispers words I can't hear through the commotion in my head and outside the forge.
Slowly, she pulls in and kisses me. My body remains still as I feel all the noise slowly drown away. My hands instinctively wrap around her waist as I succumb to it.
“You are not the man they think you are…” she breathes as she lowers the strap of her dress, displaying her tasty nipples.
“You are mine,”
Like a child, I munch on them. Sucking and heaving as she moans loud enough to disrupt all other sounds.
Her hand finds its way into my pants and takes out my hard dick. Calmly she grinds against it, spilling her wet juices all over while I drool over breasts.
My body lightens up with an unexplained excitement and the resonating magic shoots around.
“You are mine as well,” I utter and the glow in her eyes deepens. I can feel my erected rod tugging against the entrance and with a slight move, it slips in.
"Uhhh..." she gasps, her fingers clawing into the back of my neck as she rolls her hips on top of me. I have lived for over a century but never have I witnessed such beauty.
The look on her face as she rides me—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed—melts something fundamental in my chest. Her dark curls fall wild around her shoulders, swaying with each movement. The forge light catches the sheen of sweat on her skin, turning her bronze.
With time I realize the pain in my head is subsiding. The screaming frequencies that have tormented me for hours are fading beneath the sound of her breathing, the rhythm of her body moving against mine.
"Rose," I growl subtly before sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck, tasting the essence of her skin. She shivers violently, her inner walls clenching around me as she sinks even deeper, taking all of me in until I'm buried to the hilt.
My raw instinct kicks in. I brace my back against the wall to gain more leverage, gripping her hips to guide her movements. She whimpers—a desperate, needy sound that makes my control fracture further.
"I can't get enough," she moans as my movements quicken, as I begin thrusting up to meet her downward rolls. Her chest presses flush against mine, the soft weight of her supple breasts creates a friction that makes my cock throb harder within her tight love garden.
"Ohhh… give it to me," she gasps against my mouth, her voice breaking on the last word.
