The Bond Deepens
Iwake up crying.
Not the soft, quiet kind. These are ugly sobs, ragged and painful, clawing their way up my throat. I press my face into the moss, trying to muffle the sound. My shoulders shake, my eyes burn. I can't stop. I can't—
A warm hand touches my back. I flinch, then realize it's Kaelith. He's behind me, his body curled protectively around mine. His breath tickles the nape of my neck, steady and calm.
He doesn't say anything. Just strokes my spine, his fingers tracing the line of my vertebrae. Slowly, the tension in my muscles eases. The sobs subside, leaving me hiccupping and damp.
I turn to face him. His eyes are soft, concerned. He reaches out, brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
He tilts his head, questioning.
"I don't know why I'm crying." My voice cracks. "It's just... a lot. This. You. Us."
He nods, understanding. His hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. It's gentle, soothing. But there's an intensity in his gaze, a hunger. Not for sex—at least, not just for sex. For connection. For closeness.
"You haven't..." I start, then stop. I'm not sure I want to know the answer. "You haven't been with anyone in a long time, have you?"
He hesitates, then shakes his head. He holds up three fingers, then makes a circle with his hands—zero. Three hundred years.
My heart aches. Three hundred years of solitude, of loneliness. Three hundred years without touch. Without love.
"And before that?" I ask.
He shakes his head again. Never.
Oh, god. The weight of that hits me like a punch to the gut. He's never had this. Never felt this. Never known the touch of a lover, the warmth of a shared bed.
I reach for him, pulling him into a hug. He goes stiff for a second, then melts into me. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight. His face buries in my neck, his breath warm on my skin.
"We'll figure this out," I murmur into his hair. "Together."
---
I teach him to kiss.
It starts slow, tentative. He presses his lips to mine, gently, carefully. Then pulls back, waiting for my reaction.
I smile. "Good. Now try it with your mouth open."
He does. His tongue touches mine, shyly at first, then bolder. I guide him, showing him the rhythm, the dance. He learns fast, adapting quickly. Soon, he's kissing me like he was born for it. Like he's making up for lost time.
And god, he is. His lips are firm, insistent. His tongue explores every corner of my mouth, tasting, claiming. His hands grip my hair, holding me in place. I moan into his mouth, my body pressing against his.
He breaks the kiss, panting. His eyes are bright, pupils blown wide. He looks... happy. Joyous. Like he's found something he never knew he was missing.
I smile up at him. "You're a fast learner."
He grins. It's the first time I've seen him smile—really smile, not just a ghost of one. It transforms his face, softening the harsh lines, making him look younger, less... monstrous.
My heart stutters. Oh, I'm in trouble.
---
He goes down on me like a man possessed.
One second, I'm sitting on his lap, kissing him. The next, I'm on my back, his hands spreading my thighs. He dives between them, his mouth eager, hungry.
His tongue licks a long stripe up my center, and I gasp. He does it again, slower this time, savoring. His fingers part my folds, opening me up. His tongue dips inside, tasting, exploring.
I grip his hair, my hips bucking. He hums, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. His mouth finds my clit, sucking gently. His fingers slide inside me, curling, stroking.
He's... good. Too good. Like he's been studying, practicing. Like he's determined to make me feel as much pleasure as possible.
And god, he is. He licks, sucks, strokes, until I'm a writhing, panting mess. Until I'm begging, pleading. Until I'm screaming his name, my body convulsing with release.
He rides out my orgasm, his tongue gentling, soothing. When the waves finally subside, he looks up at me, his chin glistening, his eyes fierce.
"More," he growls.
Oh, god.
---
He takes me from behind, rough and hard.
His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he slams into me. His cock fills me completely, stretching me, challenging me. I grasp fistfuls of moss, my knees digging into the ground.
His rhythm is wild, erratic. He's losing control, giving in to instinct. And I love it. I love the raw, primal power of him. The animalistic need. The sheer, unadulterated desire.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts. His hands slide up to my breasts, squeezing, pinching. His mouth finds my neck, biting, sucking. He's marking me, claiming me. Making me his.
And god, I am. I am his. His mate, his lover, his everything.
His cock swells inside me, the knot forming. He pushes it in, locking us together. I scream, another orgasm ripping through me. He roars, his cock jerking, filling me with heat.
We collapse together, panting, sweat-slicked. His body covers mine, protective, possessive. His mouth nuzzles my neck, murmuring soft words in his ancient language.
I turn my head, capturing his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses back, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands stroke my sides, my breasts, my thighs. Like he can't stop touching me. Like he'll never get enough.
And god, I hope he doesn't.
---
He licks me clean, his tongue gentle, reverent.
I lie back, letting him. It feels... nice. Intimate. His tongue laps at my sensitive flesh, soothing, healing. His hands stroke my inner thighs, my hips, my stomach. Like he's memorizing me. Like he's worshiping me.
And god, he is. He's on his knees before me, his head bowed, his eyes worshipful. He looks up at me, his gaze full of... love. Adoration. Devotion.
My heart swells. I reach down, cupping his face, stroking his cheek. He leans into my touch, his eyes closing.
"Kaelith," I murmur.
He looks up at me, waiting.
"You're mine," I say. My voice is soft, but firm. A promise. A vow.
He smiles. And it's beautiful. Radiant. It lights up his whole face, transforming him. Making him... not less of a monster, but more of a man.
My man. My mate. My monster.
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I go down on him, determined to return the favor.
He's huge, even soft. I wrap my hand around his shaft, marveling at the size, the weight. I stroke, tentative at first, then firmer. He hardens in my grip, growing, swelling.
I look up at him. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, his breathing ragged. He's lost in sensation, in pleasure. In me.
I lean in, licking the bead of precum from his tip. He groans, his hips jerking. I smile, then take him into my mouth.
It's a challenge. He's so big, so thick. I can barely fit him. But I try. I use my lips, my tongue, my hands. I take him as deep as I can, then deeper. I suck, I lick, I stroke. I give him everything I've got.
And god, he loves it. His hands fist my hair, holding me in place. His hips thrust, fucking my mouth. His groans fill the air, primal, raw.
I can feel him getting close. His cock swells, his breath hitches. I look up at him, meeting his eyes. His gaze is fierce, intense. Hungry.
"Mine," he growls.
I nod, my mouth still full of him. Yes. Yours.
He roars, his cock jerking. His release floods my mouth, hot, salty. I swallow, drinking him down. Taking all of him.
When he finally pulls out, he's panting, sweat-slicked. His eyes are wild, feral. He looks down at me, awe in his gaze.
"Thalia," he murmurs. My name sounds like a prayer on his lips. A benediction.
I smile up at him. "Yours," I say.
And I am. Body, heart, and soul. I am his. And he is mine. Forever.