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Seeing this side of Thane was dangerous. It made her want to let her guard down and let him in. The reality was that they weren't friends. They were supposed to be enemies, but had managed to become something more. Something she didn't have a name for, but that she wanted to like.
She just wasn't ready.
Everything was happening too fast, falling on top of each other, and needed to be sorted out before she could even get her balance. And yet, with this beautiful man looking down at her with so much honest concern in his eyes, she couldn't help herself. She wanted to trust him, but wasn't that dumb. She wanted to like him, but wasn't in a good mental place for that.
Instead, she kissed him.
The scruff of his unshaven jaw crackled under her fingers. His full lips gave way before her mouth, parting to allow their tongues to tangle, yet his hand on her side was soft. Gentle. Thane guided her closer with the lightest pressure, putting her in charge, and Dahlia didn't hesitate. Hooking a leg over the back of his thigh, she used that to slide across the mattress until they were chest to chest, and the whole time their mouths never stopped moving.
She didn't pull. No, for this moment, she just wanted to stop thinking and feel. She wanted to forget - or maybe to pretend - and he was letting her. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she kissed him a little deeper, loving it when he growled deep in his throat. Then he pushed.
The pair rolled until she was on her back with him lying over her. Dahlia's breath was coming faster, and her pulse was trying to match, but Thane wasn't ripping at her clothes. Instead, he focused on her. All of her. His hands slid down her ribs, lingering in the dip above her hips. His mouth moved to the edge of her throat, sucking softly. Their bodies shifted, grinding against each other in the most tantalizing way.
She tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his jeans, and then worked one hand under the fabric. The solid feel of his skin met her, daring her to keep exploring up the line of his back. With each movement, she could feel his muscles flex and bunch. Her nails, while short, teased his flesh, making the man above her buck against her body. There were no words between them, just touches and gasps.
But when his lips moved to kiss away the tears on her cheeks, it was too much. She didn't want this to be personal. She wasn't trying to make love to him. She wanted to forget, not remember the feel of real love, so Dahlia pushed, intending to roll him onto his back and take what she wanted.
He resisted, grabbing her wrist just to pin it down on the bed. "Play nice, valkyrie." The words came from his lips in a breathy rumble.
So she leaned in to kiss him again, and this time she pulled just a bit before whispering, "And here I thought you were trying to give me a meal."
He kissed her again, quickly. "I honestly believe you can take what you need without being on top." His mouth found hers again before she could reply, even as his hand moved lower, down to the button on her jeans. "I figure that if you can feed from a kiss, then there's no reason I can't put my mouth elsewhere to give you a little..." The button popped free. "Snack."
So she tugged at his shirt again, pulling the rest of it free of his pants, trying to get it over his shoulders. "Oh, it works," she promised. "How else do you think I feed on women?"
He yanked at the flap of her pants, forcing the zipper down. "And here I assumed you went down on them." Thane shifted, ducking out of his shirt just to move lower on her body. The moment he had his hands free of the fabric, he was working to ease her tight jeans over her hips. "Mm, I think I'm going to like being your little sex toy."
That was enough to convince Dahlia to lift her hips. Like he'd done it a million times before, Thane eased the tight denim over her curves, leaning in to kiss her belly in the process. What he didn't do was take her panties with them. Those, he left in place, kissing the sheer lace as he passed across it to free her ankles from her jeans.
Next came her socks. He leaned back onto his knees to work those off, then lifted her feet up so he could kiss her ankles, one after the other. She wanted to giggle at the sensation, but just couldn't. In her chest, a myriad of emotions were at war with each other. Thane was fucking gorgeous. He was strong, sensual, and everything she wanted in a lover. He also wasn't Mei.
She shouldn't be doing this, and yet this was how her kind survived. It would've been easier if she made it meaningless and frenzied, but she was too drained to put on a show. Then there was that little piece that missed this part. That wanted to have someone - anyone - treat her like she mattered. That it was this man, the one who was supposed to hate her?
She didn't know what to think, and she couldn't decide what she should be feeling, but when Thane pulled her up to ease her shirt off, she didn't fight him. Instead, she reached for his pants, wanting to get them open so she could touch him a little more. He let her, making no move to push her hands away. He also didn't help. Instead, Thane just let his eyes run across her body.
She'd put in a little bit of effort since she knew he was coming. Her bra and panties matched. Both were red lace with only hints of satin holding it together. Her pussy was shaved smooth, as was the rest of her. She wanted him to like what he saw, and hated that she wanted it.
His pants came open, and he moved towards the edge of the bed. "Hey?" he asked before shoving them and his underwear off. "Do eidolon get, uh, diseases? I mean, I did bring condoms, but since pregnancy isn't exactly something either of us needs to worry about..."
She huffed out a laugh before reaching behind her back to release her bra. "You ask that now? And how many times have we done this?"
"Four," he said, making it clear he'd been keeping track. "I just figured that if we're going tokeepdoing this..."
"We don't get diseases," she promised. "Not colds, not STIs - none of it. We're not quite alive enough for germs to live in or on us."
"Good," he purred before crawling his way back towards her. "Inquisitors don't get sick often either. Cancer, viruses, and all that stuff is pretty rare for us." Then he pushed her back, taking the bra from her hands just to toss it off the bed. "We think it's the power of God, but I'm guessing you'd call that magic, hm?"
"Mhm," she agreed, moving her legs to give him access.
Thane hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties and tugged. "Do you have any idea how much I've thought about this? Seeing you sprawled out in a bed?"
"Thane..." she breathed, not wanting him to make more of this than she could handle.
The fabric reached the middle of her thighs and he kept it sliding lower. "There is nothing sexier than a woman lying with her hair across the pillows." He got the panties all the way off and tossed them in the same direction as her bra. "So shut your mouth, close your eyes, and just enjoy this." Then he leaned in.
His mouth immediately found her pussy. One swipe of his tongue opened her, and his lips closed on her clit. The heat of his mouth was intense - more than she expected with her dulled senses - and his vitality coursed into her body. Dahlia took. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer, and did exactly what he said.
She clenched her eyes as tightly closed as possible, stopped talking, stopped thinking, and just allowed herself to feel what he was doing to her. His tongue lapped at her body. His mouth sucked at her clit. Shifting his arm, he pushed her leg over his shoulder and moved even closer to devour her in the best way.
