Chapter 35 #2
His hand moved through my damp hair. He brushed the whole length of it until reaching my hip.
Fingers sliding beneath fabric, he stroked my side, moving his hand along my ribs, higher.
He caressed my breasts, firm and visible through the soaked white tunic.
My skin bristled with goosebumps, all over, and soft sighs drifted from me at his delicate touch.
I wished for my hands to roam all over his body, to explore every inch of him, but I only held his face, in fear of hurting him.
He, on the other hand, did not hold back.
His hand trailed all the way down to my inner thighs. He smirked at the mess he found.
He broke our kiss, only to whisper against my lips, “Look at me.” I lifted my heavy lids. “Let me see you.”
I wished to let him see. To show him every part of me, even the one that was yet unknown.
I held back. Every time I hid my long-lost recollections.
But perhaps this—my pleasure—I could let him see.
And so I shamelessly let him drink me in, let him watch my lust, as I smiled and bit on my lower lip in response to otherworldly pleasure.
His soft palm pressing against my tip, his thick fingers within me—he had me undone in seconds.
Ripples of rapture pulsed through my bones, causing my back to arch, my legs to tremble.
My voice to moan. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I hummed in delight as he pecked and bit his way from my jaw to my neck.
“I don’t want it removed,” I breathed.
He stiffened. For a short moment, I swore he froze. He let go of my neck and locked his eyes with mine before breathing, “Never.”
He kissed me again. A lazy yet devouring kiss, his tongue brushing ever so leisurely with mine.
Then I did something. I just reached my hand beneath the blanket and grabbed him. My eyes grew wide at what I found. My breath caught.
His breaths, too, turned ragged, but then he squeezed his eyes shut and used his free arm to grab me by my wrist. “I—I cannot perform…not like this.”
“Let me,” I breathed against his mouth. The taste of him only made me wonder what elsewhere tasted like.
Aegir hummed and sighed as I pressed kisses on his neck, his chest, then lower.
Much lower. I had never done it before, so I hoped that the sounds that came out of him were only those of pleasure and not grunts from his injury.
But they must have been, as he later passed his hand through my hair and clenched, favouring my movements.
His hisses and soft moans gave me uncharted pleasure, as did the pleading sound of my name on his lips.
I again lay next to him, blushing a little, forcing myself to look at his face. I met his forest eyes, those same eyes I’d been secretly picturing night after night, right before I slept. He smiled at me, his gaze languid, and I returned it with a heart aflame.
Aegir led us into another tender kiss. My eyes flung open.
The taste of myself on his tongue took me by surprise.
But Aegir only smiled, his lower lip tracing my cheek until reaching my ear to whisper a promise.
“When I’m better, Cordelia, I promise you, I will lick you until your bones tremble and I will fill you until you are limp and hoarse. ”
My cheeks flushed. But then I replied, my voice low, “Then I only wish for you to feel better soon, Aegir.” He chuckled at my words, holding his burned side.
We remained looking at each other in silence for a while, his fingers running through the ends of my hair, then tracing my cheek. And right before he drifted into the world of slumber, he mumbled to me through smiling lips, “I often wonder from which moon you fell, you know?”
I often wonder where I come from, too. The words did not leave my mouth; they just died there, dried bitterly on my tongue. I shifted, my eyes tracing the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.
A collision of divergent emotions flooded me.
First, pulses of what seemed like enraptured quivers filled my stomach.
Every touch, every kiss, came back in heated flashes.
My only time with the stableman—stableboy—filled me with nothing but hollowness.
This, although we had not gone all the way through with it, did not even begin to compare.
Second, a lingering sensation of guilt that always seemed to be lurking, hidden in the back of my mind, tinted my thoughts at the words he whispered.
I often wonder from which moon you fell, you know?
I really wanted to tell him—I wanted to tell him that I wondered the same thing.
I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t remember them. Soon.
Third, a wave of what felt like a concoction of fear and doubt took over at the thought, at the question that lingered heavily: What will happen between us when it is time for him to leave?
Would he take me with him? Every cell in my body hoped so.
But was I ready to leave Ramel behind me without knowing who they were first?
I perhaps should prepare myself for that.
Aegir stirred, then reached for me, grunting as he pulled me towards him.
I instantly moved closer, convincing myself that I only did it to stop him from hurting himself.
But truly it was because my treacherous body wanted to dissolve into him.
And so I allowed myself to melt my back into his broad chest. He tightened his grip, his arm hugging me over my waist and along my belly, his jaw lightly resting on the back of my head.
And for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of belonging, a sense of safety.
I felt it in my skin, in my bones, in my soul.
Home. I took his hand in my own and pressed a small kiss on the back of it. My Ice Prince.