Chapter 16
Rosabel La Rouge
We went straight to bed together because I didn’t want to sit and watch the trees and the sky anymore. I did want to hear the birds, so Taland pulled a window up just a bit and put the thick curtain halfway over it. Plenty of light came through to the bed. Not the most comfortable bed, but Taland was there with his warmth and his muscles and his satin-smooth skin, so you wouldn’t find me complaining. I made a pillow out of his shoulder, and he had an arm wrapped around me to make sure I couldn’t move if I tried. With his other hand, he touched my face and caressed my hair, my arm, played with my fingers over his chest while they traced the shape of my favorite tattoo on him. The tallarose, which was us.
We stayed like that for a long time, just listening to each other breathing, listening to the birds, adjusting to this new reality we seemed to be facing. Out of all the things that I never saw coming in my life, being on a mountain with Taland while a small army of super-soldiers guarded us was at the top of my list — for now. The Iris Roe or the Regah chamber or anything else couldn’t compare.
Yet as I listened to his heart beating so close to my ear, I began to feel more and more at ease. I began to realize what it meant that David Hill was dead, and the Devil was possibly dead, too, and the Council knew where we were, yes—but what exactly could they do about it?
“We’re okay,” Taland said, and he said it like he just came to the realization, the same as me.
“Apparently we are,” I said in wonder. “Apparently we’re really okay.” As much as my paranoia insisted that there had to be loopholes, that we couldn’t just be here at peace and not worry when we were both fugitives and the Council knew where we were, I couldn’t deny this.
Once more, when I started laughing at the sheer absurdity of this whole thing, he did, too. So that’s how we ended up laughing our hearts out in bed, possibly scaring away the birds outside the window that could hear us, but that was okay, too.
I had tears in my eyes a minute in, and the bed was shaking with our bodies, and Taland pulled me up higher so he could see my face, look into my eyes with his white ones. Just now, I wasn’t startled. Just now, I expected them to be white. It was Taland, no matter what colors he wore. And him I felt more than saw.
“Apparently we are,” he repeated in a soft whisper, holding my face in his hands, smiling—for real this time.
“I love you so much it hurts,” I blurted because it was the truth, and it was the only truth that mattered.
For a moment, Taland froze, looked up at me like he didn’t even understand what those words meant.
“Even now?”
I shook my head, in awe of how utterly silly he could be sometimes. I lowered my head until the tips of our noses touched and said, “Especially now, Taland. And especially tomorrow, and especially the day after. Through summer breezes and fucking hurricanes.”
His eyes closed like he was suddenly relieved. When I kissed his lips, he let me. He just lay there with his eyes closed and let me plant little kisses all over his face for as long as he needed to convince himself that just because his eyes were white, nothing had changed between us. On the contrary—I felt him more than ever before.
Then his hands moved down my back and to my waist, and he squeezed me to him harder until a moan ripped out of me.
Now that I’d calmed down and accepted that this was our life, I could move that doubt and that paranoia out of the way and focus on him completely. On his body under mine. On his hands, the way his fingers dug into my back. Of his breathing that became faster with every new kiss I planted on his skin.
Then he raised his hips and his cock touched my leg—hard. Unsurprising because I was already wet between my legs, too.
Suddenly, Taland moved. I screamed when my back hit the mattress and he was on top of me, eagerly waiting for my mouth to open so he could stick his tongue in my throat and kiss me until nothing else but him remained in my mind.
“I heard you, baby. Loud and clear,” Taland said as he sucked my lips between his teeth and bit them. “Now I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you— especially now.”
I moaned again, and my whole body came alive at his words, so I raised my hips to meet his. When he pushed them down and let me feel all of his hard cock, I swear I touched the fucking sky with my hands.
“What do you say, sweetness? Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rubbing against his cock as well as the position allowed. “Please, yes…”
He leaned his head back just a little and looked at me with those strange eyes that were becoming more and more beautiful to me every new time I saw them. Maybe because I was beginning to understand them, too, the way I always understood his real ones.
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you beg for me?” he asked.
But before I could tell him that he had and that I loved that he loved it, Taland slammed his lips to mine again and kissed all the air out of my lungs. From that moment, all I knew how to do with my mouth and voice was scream and moan and sometimes whisper his name in pure bliss.
He continued to kiss me furiously as he took the clothes we’d borrowed off our bodies—mine first, then his. Meanwhile I couldn’t stop touching him, playing with his hair, rubbing the short stubble on his cheek that had just begun to grow out. Goddess, he felt so good it was no wonder that the whole world hung on him for me. I couldn’t get enough. The way his tongue felt in my mouth as it devoured me, the way he moaned when I sucked on it with all my strength, only made my appetite grow.
When he rose on his elbows to play with my boobs, I pushed him to the side and climbed on top of him, burning with need.
Taland grinned, and those white eyes gave him an even more devilish look that had me fucking dripping even before I sat up and rubbed my pussy against his hard cock. Fuck, what a feeling. To be looking at his perfect face, to be touched by him with such passion, such desire, to move my hips on the length on him until I almost came—what a fucking feeling.
“Keep moving,” Taland whispered, and I didn’t have the brain cells to form words, so I just obeyed and while he played with my boobs, slapped them and rubbed my nipples, twisted them between his fingers.
“Come closer,” he then ordered, and I fell on my hands while he dragged himself lower until his mouth was on my nipples.
He bit hard. I screamed harder. His fingers were on my pussy, thumb on my clit, while he thrust a couple in and out of me fast.
I was close, too close, but I needed him in my mouth first, so I moved back.
“Sweetness,” he warned with a growl, but I pushed him down and I moved lower on the bed on all fours, kissing his lips and chin, his chest and stomach, and finally the pink tip of his cock.
There was no patience left with me—I was this close to falling over the edge, so I didn’t tease him, couldn’t take my time with it. I just made myself comfortable between his legs and I took him in my mouth all at once until he touched the back of my throat and blocked my airway.
Fuck, yes, I thought, and Taland held my head down with his hand and thrust his hips up to stay in my mouth for a good moment, until I almost choked.
Then he let me move at my own rhythm like he knew I needed to taste him thoroughly before he fucked me. Pulling my hair away from my face, he held it up over my head and watched, his head up, his eyes on my mouth as his cock filled it. He watched me like a man possessed, and seconds in I couldn’t even tell you what color his eyes were, if they looked strange or not—I was used to them. His attention was on me and that’s all I cared about as I sucked on him to please us both—and to give him a show.
It worked even better than I expected because he came close to the edge within the minute, and when I took him in all the way again, felt him pulsating against my tongue as I massaged it slowly, he almost tipped over.
With a hiss, he pulled my head up by the hair until my scalp was on fire, and I cried out, both from the pain and in complaint.
“Come up here, now ,” Taland ordered before I could speak, but it was okay. The day hadn’t ended yet, and we still had the night. We had all the nights now.
So, I obeyed again. I slowly crawled up his body, letting him guide me until his hands were on my ass and he pushed me up all the way.
“Sit on my face, baby. Sit on me, sit on me…” he kept whispering, like he’d been waiting for this for years and he couldn’t wait to have me in his mouth.
I wasn’t shy in the least, so close to coming as I was, and I did exactly as he said, positioned my knees on the sides of his head. I sat on him without hesitation.
Goddess, the way it felt. The way it looked.
He slid his tongue up my folds slowly, those white eyes on me. When he reached my clit, he sucked on it gently.
“Hands on the wall, baby. Hold on tight for me,” he said, making himself comfortable, digging his fingers in my thighs.
Then he dove in again and he didn’t stop until my throat was raw from screaming out his name.
I lost control ten seconds in and then I was moving up and down his face, taking everything he could give me. I felt his tongue all the way inside me, then on my clit, slow and fast, exactly as I needed it. I held onto the wall over the headboard, and I tried to hold back, I really tried. But Taland slipped a finger inside me while he pressed his tongue to my clit, and I was a goner.
My throat hurt for real. When he finally stopped licking every drop off my folds clean, my legs were slightly shaking, and I thought he would let me lie down.
I was wrong.
“Stay,” he ordered, and I fucking adored his voice. It made me want to moan, the sound of it, but I was still busy trying to catch my breath.
I stayed put while he pushed himself back and sat up on the bed, then came behind me. Took my hair and slowly smoothed it over my shoulder while he kissed the other one. Ran his hands down my arms and put mine against the wall again.
“Keep them there,” he whispered, licking a trail from my jaw and to my neck, touching my breasts, squeezing my waist until my lungs were empty again.
All the while he muttered praise under his breath, told me how incredible I felt in his hands, how he could never get enough of touching my skin.
I didn’t understand half of it, completely delirious with pleasure, eyes half closed as I stayed there on my knees, facing the wall while he had his way with me.
He was on his knees, too, and when he was done caressing every inch of me he could reach, he put his hands on my thighs and pushed my knees a bit closer together. Then he took his cock in his hands and brought it to my entrance slowly from behind.
I pushed my hips back automatically, trying to take him in, so turned on again already it wasn’t even funny. But Taland was in control of me and with a hand around my hip, he held me in place, brought his knees to the sides of mine, and slowly played with me.
He leaned his shoulders back as he teased me with his cock at first, ran it over my skin and watched it disappearing between my legs, until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pressed his chest against my back and thrust himself inside me all the way. Pushed me until I was one with the wall, too. Until I was sandwiched between it and him.
Fuck, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. He came so deep inside me my eyes rolled in my skull, and then he got to work. He fucked me from behind and didn’t let me move a single inch as he increased his speed by the second. I held onto that wall for dear life with both hands, and Taland pushed me forward with his powerful thrusts until my cheek was against it, too. Like that, I could lean in and raise my ass up as far as he let me, and we kept going for a long time.
When Taland was close, he whispered in my ear about how much he wanted my pussy to squeeze him, and he brought a hand forward, massaged my clit like he fucking made me himself. I saw the stars again less than a minute in, and he followed right behind.
He held my hips in place and he pushed his up all the way until I felt him in my core. Even the pain of being stretched so fully by him was fucking delicious.
When he was done whispering my name, he held us there still, rested his forehead on my head while we both took a moment to catch our breaths. And when he pulled out of me, a little bit of his cum slipped down my thighs.
He grabbed me gently and put me on the bed, and he finally let me lie down.
We were covered in sweat with goofy grins on our faces, our hearts chasing the same rhythm, and the sun outside had just begun to descend behind the horizon.
We looked at each other, Taland and I, and we knew without the need for words. We knew exactly what we were both thinking, but he said it out loud, too, “The sun’s setting. That means we haven’t even started yet.”
“We can still go another round before it’s fully dark.”
His face broke into a huge, mischievous grin. “How about two rounds?”
He moved lightning fast and fell on top of me again.
It was a long, long night, indeed.
And when the sun came up again the next morning, we were there to see it climbing, sitting out on that porch with the kitchen door wide open, covered in thick blankets, talking, or just holding hands in silence for minutes at a time.
With daylight, we finally went back to the bedroom to sleep, and Taland never once let go of me while we did. I could tell even when I was unconscious.
And even though things had gone to shit beyond anybody’s imagination at that point, and the future was incredibly unclear, I wouldn’t have changed a single day that led me here.