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“Has the cold made you lose the ability to say more than one word?”
I pushed back at him, nestling my arse into his crotch. Before I felt the hard rock of his length I could sense his arousal for me. My mouth watered as I rubbed back against him, slowly rocking my hips.
“No,” I muttered again, eyes held closed as Marius’s enthusiastic grip fondled further.
“If you continue using that word I will be forced to manipulate my further questioning to ensure it ends well for me. Tell me, Jak, will you waste yet another evening with me and not leave this bed?”
“There is nothing else of importance that needs to be done,” I replied, accepting his proposal without clearly saying so. Part of me felt wrong for doing this. Keeping the stone of destruction within me. Would one more night really matter before I finally threw it, shattering the glass castle within Marius?
Marius turned me around to face him, his strength enough to complete the movement without my need for assisting. We faced each other, noses a breadth apart. His stare did not linger from mine for a single moment. I was his entire focus, and he was mine.
One more night of peace. It was a promise to myself. Over and over I repeated it in my mind as I took in his face. His handsome, perfect face.
I reached for the strands of loose, white hair that fell over his ruby eyes. He forced his face into my touch as I pushed the hair out of the way.
“You are the most handsome creature I have ever laid my eyes upon.” He did not blink as he spoke. Did not look away. His lips hardly moved as he announced his thoughts aloud.
Him saying that played with the barrier of sadness that I was trying to keep erected. It was almost painful looking at him, knowing what was to come.
I smiled, masking the emotions that stormed within me. “As are you. If you are the very last person I see it would not be terrible. You have not seen the others I have endured back home. You are… different.”
Marius winced. “Different is good, is it not?”
“Different is beyond good. It is you.”
He parted his lips to respond, but I silenced him with a kiss. I feared that if he spoke I would crumble entirely. So, like the selfish offspring my mother had so perfectly crafted, I buried the feeling and lost myself to Marius.
I pushed at his shoulders until he was laid flat on his back. Hoisting my leg over his, I took my place upon his crotch as though it was my throne. The sheets fell off my back, discarded, exposing both of our now naked bodies.
Marius grinned, exposing his teeth, and raised both his hands and put them behind his head.
“Have your way,” he groaned, his sly grin causing my stomach to flip. “I am all yours.”
My hands explored his chest and stomach, moving over the mounds of muscle as he tensed beneath my touch. I did not stop until they found his throat. I squeezed at his skin, lowering my parted mouth to his neck as he had done to me.
I started off by simply kissing. Each peck small and soft. But then I brought in a nip which erupted a growl of pleasure and surprise from his, always, parted lips. I sucked, introducing my tongue which ran across his skin, leaving a trail of glistening spit in its wake.
Sounds slipped from him, a chorus of pleasured chirps and deep, thundering growls that only spurred me on further.
Once I pulled away, his neck was as red as his wide, hungry eyes.
I lost myself to the feeling. Marius’s hands finally gave up hiding behind his head and he gripped onto either side of my hips. The harder I bit and sucked, the further his fingers dug into me. The pain encouraged me. It was not the type of discomfort that snatched one’s breath, but told me all I needed to know about Marius.
He was enjoying this, and I was as well.
Down from his neck, I trailed my tongue across his chest. This close I admired the faint hairs that covered his skin, as silver as those atop his head. Around his nipple was a circle of darker hairs, much like the shadow of hairs that crowned his cock. I licked around his nipple until it hardened, moving onto the next as my hands held firm onto his large, tensed upper arms.
He did not speak. Nor did I. This was not a time for conversation or words for they would not add to the act I was about to commit.
I pushed off from my seat and slipped further down the bed. Marius let me do so, his hands flexing as if he was unsure what to do with them now I was out of his grasp.
My kiss found his hip. The V-shaped lines that framed his throbbing cock stood out proudly. As I kissed at the space just north of his penis, I ran a nail down those lines, stopping only when his large cock was gripped in my hand. My fingers did not touch as I held onto it. Not like the others I had seen and held before. He was… monstrous. And I could not deny the throbbing warmth that came off it in waves. Warmth that did not bless the rest of his touch.
Only this, his most sacred and magical appendage.
My entire focus had been on teasing him that when I finally pulled back to look up at him, his hand now gripped the back of my head and held firm onto my hair.
“Ah, ah, ah.” His voice was husky and deep as he commanded, “Do not stop now. Carry on.”
