Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Remus
Iris’s body is warmer than usual as my hands glide over her waist, holding her as I capture her lips.
I fight the urge to shiver in pleasure as I lower the mental block between us.
The cacophony of emotion that washes over me is exciting.
It explains so much without any words having to be passed between us. And it makes me love her all the more.
The passion, endurance, curiosity—all of it embodies who she is as a person. Having not only witnessed it firsthand but now being able to experience it mentally is a feeling I can never let go of.
My grip around her waist tightens as I lift her, deepening the kiss between us.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the taste of her followed by the moan that escapes her.
This is what I enjoy most about her. The way she melts into my arms the moment I touch her.
How much of her is mine without her even realizing it.
I gently lay her against the couch, my hand remaining flush against her skin as I glide it to the waistband of her pants.
Usually, I would use my power to remove her clothes, making them disappear in seconds.
But I won’t risk the consequences now, especially when I am leaving because something is wrong with me.
Her groan pulls me from my thoughts as my fingers find her folds.
My cock strains painfully against my pants as I find her soaked for me.
My fingers effortlessly glide against her clit, her hips thrusting as I find the rhythm I know she likes.
With each stroke, I bring my fingers closer to her entrance, and she releases whimpers of frustration as she thrust her hips against me, silently begging me for more.
I chuckle softly as I break the kiss to take her in.
Her hair is sprawled around her, and her warm green eyes watch me with desire.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kiss.
I slip a finger inside of her, smiling as her eyes widen and her mouth stretches to an “O” before she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
I lower myself to her throat, adding another finger inside of her as I run my tongue over the pulse throbbing erratically on her throat.
The sound of her rushed heartbeat settles in my mind as I place more kisses along her throat, lowering myself to her breasts.
She groans, arching her back as I cover it with my lips, my tongue flicking over her nipple.
I can feel her inner walls pulsing around my fingers as I continue.
She is close.
So, I pull away, tearing at her clothes before placing kisses between her breasts, on her stomach, moving lower until I am between her thighs.
And she shudders in pleasure the entire way, her arousal mingling with my own as we feel one another through the bond.
I hook her legs over my shoulders as I spread them for me.
I feel a tingle of embarrassment as if it were a part of me.
But as soon as I press my tongue between her folds, the embarrassment disappears instantly, replaced with deep arousal.
Her hands fly to my hair as I lap between her legs, heat washing over me from her.
My cock throbs painfully the more she moans against my tongue, but I force myself to take my time.
I want to enjoy every piece of her that she is willing to give.
She tenses above me, her body shuddering in pleasure, as she orgasms. The feel of her orgasm makes my body flush in excitement, and I can no longer control myself.
I lift her thrusting into her quickly, interrupting the dying flames of her orgasm.
She arches her back, her hands flying to my shoulders as her nails dig into me.
Her inner walls pull me in, the warmth of her washing over me as I pull out slightly to thrust back in.
My muscles tense as I fight the urge to cum just from entering her.
I find myself focusing on her features as I thrust again.
Her mouth remains open as moans escape her from each thrust. Her eyes remain on the ceiling, glazed with pleasure.
I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it hard enough to force her to reveal her throat to me, and I suckle against the sensitive flesh, right over her pulse. I feel her walls closing around me as she once again builds to orgasm. It’s a pleasurable sight, experiencing her this way.
My spine tingles as pleasure washes over me, just as she screams from pleasure. Her inner walls pulse wildly around my shaft, pulling as I thrust into her, finding my own release. The heat inside of her grows even warmer as I shudder against her, holding myself inside as I find release.
Iris is sound asleep. Her breathing is deep as she lays sprawled in the center of the bed, her body spent from our earlier activities. I laugh to myself as I watch her sleep, her legs at what I imagine are uncomfortable angles, and her arm twisted behind her head as she snores softly.
It’s been a long day. When we were on Earth, I purposely spent the days tiring her out so she would put learning the language to rest. I suspected she had ulterior motives and hoped to deter her from them without her knowing.
It was how I saw her determination lied in more places than one.
And I once again found myself enamored with the woman who tried to kill me with a primitive weapon from her planet.
I don’t want to leave her. I know the situation is strange, especially since my mother has been missing since we returned. But I have finally been able to sense her again, and she has returned to her plane of existence.
I quietly move onto the bed, carefully trying not to wake Iris as I move next to her, enjoying her body as she shifts closer to me in her sleep.
We’ve come a long way since I first saw her in the wasteland she called home.
I’m not naive enough to ignore that we have a long way to go.
But today was a big first step. It was the first time Iris decided to see past her loss and see me for what I am, giving me a chance.
I think back to her words as I push a hair from her face.
“You’ve never even had a personal desire of your own.”
She’s right. I’ve never thought of anything outside of what I was created to do.
The day I did anything other than that was the day I met her.
And from that moment, the feeling of wanting outside of my purpose grew.
It grew enough that I bonded with her and brought her to my home world.
It has changed me in more ways than one, and now I have to leave to figure out why before someone gets hurt.
I gently press my knuckles against her cheek, rubbing it gently as I try to rouse her.
“Iris…” I murmur.
She stirs, rolling into me. I laugh aloud at how she subconsciously tries to get closer to me whenever she is asleep.
“Iris…I am leaving,” I say, trying again.
She moans, her eyes fluttering slightly as she opens them, looking at me. I ignore the feeling of arousal that rushes through me from the sight as she stares at me.
“Don’t go…” she murmurs in her half-sleep state. She reaches for me, blinking sleepily as her fingers drift through my hair, coiling the strands around her fingers.
“Something bad is happening, isn’t it?” she murmurs, closing her eyes.
I smile as she lies back on the pillow, murmuring to herself. I place a kiss on her cheek, shifting to get out of the bed when I suddenly feel a sharp pull on my sleeve. I look back in confusion, and Iris is sitting up, watching me with a worried expression.
“Please don’t go,” she murmurs.
I watch her carefully, trying to decide whether she’s still asleep. Her concern is as endearing as it is confusing. I have given her no indication that where I am going is dangerous, and I can’t understand why she feels it is.
I shift so that I can gently lay her back down, stroking her cheek as she fights sleep.
“I will be back. And we can pick up where we left off,” I say, shifting my attention to the hairpin she still wears.
I touch it lightly, pleased to see that she hasn’t taken it off before letting my fingers drift to her temple.
Her eyes watch me lazily as I use my power to help lull her to sleep.
I keep my attention on her, smiling down at her as her thick lashes flutter, briefly covering the warm green gaze I’ve become accustomed to.
She easily gives in to the pull of sleep, her soft snores filling the silence. I lay with her for a few minutes, ensuring she is in a deep enough sleep. Her body is so soft and warm against mine, I can’t help but place a kiss on her forehead. She doesn’t stir, and I use it as my signal to leave.
I quietly stand from the bed, glancing back at her once last time.
“I love you,” I say aloud.
My home is silent as I walk through to leave. But there are traces of life in it, which only occurred recently when Iris arrived. There are cups and plates on the counter, books strewn everywhere, accompanied by blankets, and even crumpled papers where Iris practiced writing.
She’s a messy human, I realize. And I like it.
It brings chaos to my otherwise organized life—my life I never would have stepped outside of had I not met her.
I make it outside faster than I would like, walking past the courtyard.
Before I reach the border of my home, I turn to look back one last time.
My bedroom is dark, except for the light of the fire dancing over the ceiling.
I smile, already looking forward to returning and finding it lit, signifying her presence.
The air is still as I walk under the light of Llora in the atmosphere. The further away I get, the more my thoughts bother me, especially since Iris voiced her concerns.
But I push them down.
Iris doesn’t know where I am going. There is no reason to fear my mother. She is intimidating, yes, but she would never harm me. And she is the only one who can answer the question of what’s happening to me before it’s too late and I end up injuring someone close to me.
Of my siblings, I am the most like my mother in terms of power. And though I don’t remember much about my time with her, I know that each time I have visited her after returning from conquering a world, nothing has ever gone wrong to where I should fear her.
It takes me almost an hour to walk through the snow to the edge of the mountainside where a cave sits. When visiting my mother’s plane, it is safer to have as little living organisms around as possible. I take a deep breath and take one last look at the scenery.
Iris would love this view. There are no trees, only a flat mountainscape with snow surrounding me, and Llora on the edge of the cliff. I make a mental note to bring her here when I return before moving into the cave.
Once deep enough inside, I sit, closing my eyes.
My mother lives on a plane different than this one.
And getting there will take the last bit of energy I have left from not feeding for weeks.
I pull in a deep breath, feeling the world around me—the essence of it.
The makeup. The sounds, the mass, the colors, the inhabitants, the vibrations.
I can feel the planet’s structure all the way down to its heated core.
I feel the atmosphere and its pressure, accompanied by the gravitational pull holding me atop it. I feel it all.
I shift my attention to my body’s place in all of it, the familiar prickle of transporting myself washing over me. I can feel the plane I exist on, and I can sense my mother’s. I latch onto it, moving myself away from this plane to the next.
To the dimension of my mother.
Loud ringing warbles over me as sounds and space shift. My body is stretched and pulled, but I hold it together as I travel. The heavy vibrations ripple over me, thrashing about wildly until suddenly, I am surrounded by silence.
The familiar presence of this world washes over me, and this time I immediately sense my mother’s presence. She returned from wherever she was when we initially arrived.
Her voice sounds behind me just as I open my eyes.
“My son. To what do I owe this visit?”