35. Nothing Else Matters
~ YILAN ~
My bed was more than big enough for me and a second person of similar stature, but to Melek this oasis of peace was a small island.
As he shucked off his shirt and threw it to the floor, then crawled up after me, it became clear we didn’t have as much room as I hoped.
His long body was braced over me, both fists on the quilts as I pushed myself back so my head would rest on the pillows. But he was on all fours, and already his feet were at the end of the bed.
But before I could suggest we move to his room and the larger bed there, he groaned and lowered himself over me, pinning me to the mattress, his weight pressing me down so I was covered with him.
I inhaled sharply as his lips found mine and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, my breath hot and mingling with his as we both clawed and kissed and writhed.
Soon, I’d forgotten about anything but the tingling joy fluttering in my belly. I curled one knee up over his hip, sliding my heel down his thigh and letting my head fall back when he kissed his way down my neck.
Melek’s hips continued a long, slow roll, rubbing himself against my stomach as he kept me pinned to the bed, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin below my ear on one side, while he braced on an elbow over my shoulder on the other .
Then he brought a hand down, following the curve of my breast, then my waist as he leaned to one side—then squawked when his elbow slipped and he almost fell off the bed.
I gasped and grabbed for him, my hands slapping to his shoulders as he caught his weight awkwardly, then pushed himself back up and over me.
But now he was a fraction too high on the bed, his head knocking the headboard when he tried to reposition himself, cursing when it thunked against the hardwood.
I spluttered a laugh and his eyes blazed, but his grin grew cheeky as he muttered something to himself, sat back on his heels and let his eyes rake down my body—his long arm reaching for me, fingertips trailing from my collarbone, down over my nipple which he caught under clawed fingers, then down the sensitive, ticklish skin of my side.
I squeaked and jerked, pulling my elbow against my side to pin his fingers there and stop the torture of tickles—but Melek only grinned wider and dug his fingers into my ribs so that I jerked again, instinctively pulling up my knee to try and block his access to my side.
It was unfortunate that happened just as he was leaning down to kiss me again, because my knee took him right at the head of his cock.
“Melek! Sorry!” I gasped as he grunted and wheezed, pulling his body aside to put room between us—but then he almost tipped off the other side of the bed.
One long arm awkwardly flailed, and I spluttered another laugh as his hip slid off the bed and he was forced to clamp his arm over me, his hand locked on the opposite edge of the mattress to pull himself back up.
By now, I was giggling wildly.
“You think this is funny?” he muttered.
I tried to say no, tried to reassure him, but then he found his balance and immediately grabbed for my sensitive side again, twirling his fingers against my ribs so that I cackled and jerked and we almost twisted off the bed again.
“Stop! Stop!” I gasped. “Start again, just—”
“Not on your life,” Melek growled. But then all the delicious sensations stopped as he pushed himself back up to kneel again and look down at me .
I was still giggling breathlessly, with him staring like that, I couldn’t resist drawing my hand slowly across both my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I passed over them, and grinning broadly when Melek’s eyes went wide as he watched the passage of my hand across my own skin.
Then he grabbed my legs at the knees and pulled me down the bed.
Tipping forward to hold his weight on one braced arm, he teased the other hand up my inner thigh, raising gooseflesh and tingling pleasure on his way.
Then he curled first one, then two fingers into me so that I shivered and my knees fell apart to give him better access.
“God, Yilan,” he croaked, inhaling sharply, his eyes going dark.
“I w-want you, Melek. Let’s go to your room where there’s space—”
“Absolutely not,” he growled.
“But—”
I gasped again when he muttered something about wasting no more time , then wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, turning me and himself on the bed.
At first I thought he’d sit me on top, facing him, and a part of me was thrilled.
But as he scooted himself back up the bed and knelt with his back to the headboard, he turned me around so my back was to his chest and settled me on this thighs.
Sliding hands between my legs, he widened my knees so I was kneeling too.
A part of me sank a little. I was sure it would feel good, but I’d been looking forward to filling my hands with him, leaning into his chest and smelling his skin.
But to my surprise, Melek didn’t sit like he had up in the tower.
With quiet, murmured words and gentle but firm hands, he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me forward until I was on all fours on the bed and he knelt behind me.
I knew this one felt good, so I gripped the quilt in both hands and waited for him to take me, looking back over my shoulder to watch him… and found him on his knees. He reached for my hips and spread my knees wider then, positioning himself, pulled me back onto him.
When he touched my slick skin, sliding himself up and down, I closed my eyes, groaning quietly when he hesitated right there.
“Do it, Melek,” I breathed, nudging back against him. “Please.”
“Patience, beautiful, I need to get this right.”
I frowned. “What do you mean? ”
“You’ll see.”
I loved that dark purr that entered his voice. But before I could tell him so, Melek grabbed my waist and pulled me slowly back, entering me in two or three slow strokes, until his hips were hard against my ass.
As he filled me, I dropped my head, moaning.
One of his hands came up to clamp over my mouth, but he left my nose free so I could breathe as he pulled me up and back.
I wobbled as he lifted me back against his chest, uncertain what he was trying to do.
But as he moved slowly within me, easing in and out, he was lifting me up, spreading my knees, urging me to kneel as well, until finally, I straddled his thighs, my back against his chest, my head resting back against his shoulder, and he was within me.
Because of this thick, iron thighs, I knelt, shins flat on the bed on either side of his folded legs, leaving me little or no room to move.
But Melek didn’t seem to care as he urged me to relax against him, and his hip thrusts grew a little deeper, a little stronger.
“Can you feel me like that, Beautiful?” he rasped, one hand still over my mouth as I nodded quickly, my breath growing harsher in my nose. “Good girl,” he chuckled
His free hand clamped on my hip first, pulling me harder against him as he widened his knees between mine, so I was stretched wide and taking him, my back arched and breasts high because there was so much more of him than me.
But just as my harsh breaths turned to whimpers, just as his thrusts grew more insistent, he let go of my mouth and slipped that hand up to my hair, stroking it back off my face and urging me to rest the back of my head against his shoulder.
“I’ve got you,” he croaked. “Just relax over me. I’ve got you.”
And then, rewarding me with more rumbled praise when I did as he asked, he brought one hand down to my breast, cupping and kneading it, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and dropped the other between my legs.
I twitched, squeaking again at the twin sensations of his thrust inside me, and his fingers dancing against that bundle of nerves between my thighs.
My breath shuddered and stopped as Melek growled and his chest rattled against my back. It took a few rolls to find our balance and rhythm, but even as he adjusted my weight and I shifted my center of gravity, the promise of the thrill to come was building.
And then Melek leaned slightly back, pulling me with him, and suddenly, we were in perfect sync.
My breath came in short, sharp puffs, catching as Melek used the hand between my legs to pin me against him, adding to the pressure and ecstasy of that gorgeous stroking, his hand pressing and sliding against every delicate inch, while he filled me from behind, first slow and deep, but soon picking up the pace.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered against my neck, then nipped that pebbled skin under my ear. “Keep going, Yilan… keep going.”
The tormented need in his hoarse voice sent the shivering pleasure rocketing through me.
I could do little but sit heavily onto him as he thrust, my body jerking and twitching, bolts of bliss crackling from where he pinched and rubbed at my nipple, behind my navel, then down to my core where my blood was fire and my skin roared with it.
I was only breathing at the peak of every second thrust now as our bodies trembled, and I rode his hand and his cock at the same time.
Needing something to hold onto, I reached back, finding his hair and twisting my fingers into it, pulling him down against me, shuddering when his teeth grazed my goosebumps while his fingers and length drew ecstasy from me.
“Melek!” I gasped.
“I’ve got you,” he croaked, pulling me back onto him as he thrust harder.
The sound of his voice so tortured made me tighten on him, and that increased the sensation.
Then his fingers drew against me, sliding easily in my arousal and heightening the sensation further—which only made me clench harder.
Melek began to grunt, and his thrusts increased, until he was holding me in place, his hips slapping up to meet me as I braced.
I was a trembling mess, barely breathing, gripping him, my body jangling with the sheer bliss of him inside me meeting the pleasure waves of his fingers playing my flesh, meeting the sizzles that started in my nipple as he pinched and tweaked.
“Melek… Melek!”
“I’ve got you, Yilan… I’ve got you—fuck!”
I arched, unbreathing, my body tightening as a wave rolled deep inside me, swirling and coiling, rushing through my veins—then it crested and his name tore from my throat .
My body jerked at the same moment his hand clapped over my shrieking mouth. My core muscles clamped down on him and he buried his face in my neck, roaring as he thrust again and again, our limbs shaking, hearts on fire, and bodies jangling with pleasure so acute, it was almost pain.
Melek cursed and collapsed backwards, his shoulder thudding against the headboard of the bed, pulling me with him, holding me to him, still inside me as his twitching, jerking body slowly went still, holding me as I panted.
When we’d both stopped twitching, he drew his feet up, pulling his legs forward so he was sitting, me still straddling his lap, but slumped backwards over his chest.
The hand clamped over my mouth freed me for a second time, but slipped up to my hair, the weight of that great fist holding my head down against his shoulder.
And so we sat there together, as close as two bodies could be, and gathered our wits again.
A few minutes later, neither of us had spoken. Our breathing was slowly returning to normal. My body was wrung out with pleasure, but my skin felt cold as the sweat dried on me and my heartbeat returned to its steady, slow pace.
Melek kissed the side of my neck, then let his hand drag down my side.
And when he felt the goosebumps on my skin, he sighed deeply.
He shifted his weight slightly, then there was a snap.
A pair of large, raven-black wings unfurled, the right one curling around and over me, the feathers fluttering against my skin and warming me.
I sighed happily and let myself sink against his chest.
“That’s perfect,” I breathed.
“Just like you.”
I gave a breathless laugh, then snuggled deeper under that wing. “I love you, Melek,” I whispered.
“I love you, too.”
I must have dozed off. I was vaguely aware at some point of him moving me, of curling into his side and being warm with my skin against his. But then exhaustion overwhelmed me.
I didn’t wake until dawn light was filtering through the windows, and my side was cold.
I blinked, smiling, reaching for Melek… only to find the bed cold, and the pillow mashed in the shape of a large, male head, but now empty .
I sighed and opened my eyes properly, but I already knew he’d gone.
The servants would be here to help me bathe and dress soon. He’d made the right decision. But I could not wait for the day that we no longer had to hide.
I was ready for this charade to be over.