Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
By silent mutual consent Rory and Harper kissed again, but with veneration, as if sealing a pact.
She pulled him up into a sitting position so she could tug his tunic over his head, and then waited as he removed her shirt.
As they touched, their hands moved without shaking, as if they’d undressed each other every night.
“You’ve got ink?” Harper said, noticing the black scythe tattooed on his forearm.
“Aye,” he said lowly, gazing down at it. “’Tis the mark that warns all of my dark druid blood.”
Without thinking, her fingers trailed down his arm to explore the tattoo.
But when her skin began glowing apricot again Harper almost groaned, and then she saw a dark violet aura appear around his body.
Wherever they touched the two colors twined and swirled, making patterns that grew bright and then faded away.
His warmth made her want to rub her naked breasts against him, but instead she stepped off the bed so she could pull off her boots and the rest of her clothes.
After he did the same, they faced each other, as bare as newborns.
“I don’t want to be nervous, but I am,” she confessed as she admired his Herculean body.
He had so many muscles atop muscles he seemed like Atlas, ready to hoist up the whole planet.
“I wish I had some experience to guide me, but I was there and you were here. Just ignore me if I do the wrong thing, okay?”
“Naught you may do shall I see as such.” As close as they were his whispering sounded louder, almost as if he were speaking in an ordinary tone. He looked all over her, his mouth curving as he took in her curves. “By the Gods, but you’re all I ever dreamed, and more so.”
She took a step near him, and the cool jolt passed through her as soon as she sensed his body heat mingling with her own.
“Once we start, I don’t want to stop for anything.
Don’t be afraid of hurting me, either. It’s supposed to for girls the first time, and I want to get that over with so we can have what should come after that.
” She was babbling and rushing out the words, but she didn’t care. “It gets better, they say.”
“We shall, my lady.” He bent his head and kissed her lips so softly she only sensed the heat of the caress. “We shall ken all we desire.”
His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders and down the length of her back, urging her closer.
She slid her arms around his narrow waist, glancing down as his erect shaft nestled in the bright red curls over her sex.
Although she wanted to be completely at ease with him, she experienced a small bit of virginal doubt.
To do this he had to put all that inside her, which seemed impossible.
Yet men and women had been doing this since whoever started this whole mess created them, so it had to work.
Even if it didn’t, and it hurt, she didn’t care.
I want him to make me his woman, even if I bleed a little for the privilege.
“What do you ponder now, my lady?” he murmured, drawing her gaze up to his face.
He had the look of a man who had just been sucker punched and yet wanted to laugh. “Shapes and spaces. The geometry of how it will be, I guess.”
Rory smiled a little. “We shall fit together as no other man nor woman may.”
“Maybe because there are only two of us in existence.” For the first time she appreciated just how unique being born inside the melia’s pocket universe had made her and her guy. “What if by some bizarre chance I become pregnant because of the way we are?”
He hugged her for a long moment. “You speak as I’ve dreamed, but ’tis a fact that those with half-Fae blood cannae sire bairns. Only ken that whatever comes from this night, we shall face such together.”
Rory stroked his palms over her buttocks, and then gripped them gently as he lifted her up and lowered her onto the bed.
She pulled him down on top of her, strangely impatient now for what she had been admittedly dreading.
The internet said to relax and let it happen, but she was about to go crazy with lust. She made a sharp sound as he rolled to one side and pulled her right thigh over his left hip.
“You don’t have to wait,” she assured him. “I can do this.”
“’Tis no hurry,” he murmured, cupping her face with his big hand. “We may only share one first time. I wish to remember ours for as long as I breathe.”
Somehow he always knew what to whisper to her to calm her down and give her the sense that she was beautiful to him.
That also made her determined to give him the best night of his life, memory-wise, so she locked away her own desires and focused on him.
He liked looking at her body, so she shifted back a little to improve his view.
When she stroked her fingertips over the hard wall of muscle spanning his chest, sweat broke out on his skin, and his eyes darkened.
No one went near him, she thought, so he hardly ever experienced the touch from another person.
She could probably pat him on the cheek and it would arouse him.
“You call me your music,” Harper told him as she explored more of him with her hands.
He had a narrow waist like hers, and the tightness of his lean buttocks made her want to squeeze him there.
“With your slow smiles and powerful hands and those incredible blue eyes, you make my favorite song come to life, Magic Man.”
“Naught in my dreams matches you for wonder.” He whispered that against her ear as he mapped the curve with his lips, and kissed his way down to her shoulder. “Come and pour yourself atop me, my lady.”
She rolled with him, plastering herself over him without any of the usual fear she experienced when she was close to someone.
Thanks to their matching frames she couldn’t hurt Rory; he was yin to her yang, rain to her thunderclouds, kindling to her fire.
This was the reason she had never been interested in other men; she’d been waiting to find someone who could reduce her inhibitions to rubble and build her into a new version of herself.
Harper pushed herself up, straddling him with her thighs.
She shifted until her pussy slid against the erect length of his penis, which parted her and throbbed against her slickness as if it had a life of its own.
That, too, should have been frightening to her, but it seemed she’d waited her entire life for this moment, this night, this man.
“You are so hard.” It surprised her at how natural it seemed, to move against him, caressing the most intimate part of his body with her own.
“Your body, your muscles, and this, this lovely long part of you. I can’t wait to know what it’s like, having you inside me.
” When the head of his cock bumped her swollen clit the instant wave of longing that shook her made her take in a sharp breath.
“I want to take my time, too, but I need you so much, Rory.”
He put his hands on her hips. “Brace yourself, lass.”
She curved her hands over his shoulders, leaning down so that his chin nestled between the big, soft mounds of her breasts. He turned his head to kiss them as he lifted her lower body up, guiding her until the opening of her pussy settled atop his heavy cock.
“Now I shall claim you as my lady, my lover, my all,” he murmured, and slowly lowered her.
At the same time his body lit up with the violet aura of his power, but this time it had a beautiful golden sheen to it.
“You’re the only woman for me, for I reckon the Gods made me for you.
So I shall devote myself to you, with all my heart, for as long as we both shall live. ”
Harper shuddered as the broad dome of his cock worked its way between her folds to breach her softness, and saw her own power flare in a rose-tinted apricot aura.
Taking just that much of him stretched her, and something inside her body stopped him from going any deeper.
He didn’t try to thrust through that barrier, but gently nudged her there until it began to give way.
Instead of the pain she’d anticipated, a strange, incandescent heat ignited there, burning through her and engulfing him.
“You’re mine, too, Rory McKeran,” she told him as she sank down on his girth, taking more and more of him into herself. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ll ever need.”
The heat they had generated grew almost unbearable, until Harper rose up and came back down on top of him.
That eased it a little, but at the same time made her burn even hotter.
Sweat trickled down the sides of her face and fell like rain drops on her breasts as she worked his cock inside her pussy, taking him as deeply as she could while watching the hunger and pleasure growing in his eyes.
She wanted to drive him wild, give him all the delight he could stand.
His hands urged her forward, which brought one of her breasts to his lips. He caught it and sucked, lashing her with his tongue until she shook from the delicious torment.
“I wish to pour myself atop you,” he murmured, and when she nodded he rolled her onto her back and hitched her legs up around his waist.
Harper distantly heard the bed slamming into the wall, but the slow, hard shafting he was giving her consumed all her attention.
Somehow he’d come even deeper inside her, and with every thrust he sent jolts of the cool, mysterious thrills through her.
More intense than those she’d experienced through touching him, they twisted up with her desire until she thought she might shriek from the luscious torture of being fucked by him.
“Your quim, ’tis so sweet on my cock,” he muttered, kissing her cheek and lips and brow before he looked into her eyes. “Aye, ’tis the same for you. Do you like me inside you, claiming you, making you my woman?”