Chapter 14 #2
I knew what he meant. I slipped my shirt over my head, letting it slide down my arms as I sat back on the ground, my gaze fixed on him.
“Bra,” he murmured.
I knew that one, too, so I reached behind me, fumbling with the clasp, but my fingers were clumsy with anticipation.
He kneeled beside me, his hands brushing against my back as he easily unclipped the bra, releasing the pressure against my breasts. He dropped it onto my discarded shirt.
“Shorts,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the waistband.
He unbuttoned the front, then slowly pulled down the zipper, his fingers brushing against my mound, sending another wave of heat through me. He slid the shorts down my hips, his touch featherlight against my skin, then down my legs, where he slipped off my sandals.
He crawled toward me, our eyes locked, and kissed me again. Fire exploded within me, a burning need that consumed all thought. He pulled back slightly, his gaze dropping to the last piece of clothing I wore.
“Panties,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, his touch sending a ripple of anticipation through me. He tugged them down, and I lifted my hips to help him, the cool earth a welcome contrast to the heat that bloomed across my skin.
He slid the panties slowly over my feet, his hands gliding back up my legs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his lips sending shivers of delight through me.
Then, his lips found my most intimate folds, his touch so soft, so exquisite, that I stifled a scream as my body convulsed. I leaned back, my hands pressing into the soil behind me for support, as his tongue moved along my length, then dipped into my core.
A gasp escaped my lips, the tension building again, sharper, more urgent than before. I whimpered, my hips arching instinctively, wanting him inside me.
But he denied me, teasing me with his mouth, his tongue a swirling vortex of pleasure, until my mind blurred, my body trembling on the precipice of release. Then, the tension broke, a wave of pure bliss washing over me, leaving me weak and breathless.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Driven by an instinct I couldn’t deny, I moved quickly, pushing him backward and straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the ground with my hands. I looked down at him, my eyes locked with his. His gaze was dark with desire, a mirror of the longing that consumed me.
He pushed up, his mouth finding my breast, his tongue circling my nipple, drawing it into a hard nub. The pleasure coiled within me again, tight and insistent.
I sighed, rocking my hips against him, the need to feel him inside me a burning ache. His mouth left my breast, and I reached between us, guiding his cock to my slick entrance.
He shivered as I pressed against him, but with a control that both frustrated and excited me, he held back. I teased him, rocking my hips, circling his tip, drawing out the anticipation until I couldn’t bear it any longer.
With a cry of delight, I plunged down, pushing him deep inside me. He stretched me, filled me completely, and I tilted my head back, my muscles clenching around him, intensifying the pleasure.
I pulled him deeper, then pushed him back, feeling him thicken even more inside me. I increased my pace, the friction building, the tension spiraling until we both reached the peak, our cries mingling as wave after wave of bliss washed over us.
I collapsed onto him, my body still trembling, the heat and sweat of our joined bodies a tangible bond. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. The Seolais was pressed between us, now radiating a steady, comforting heat against my breast, a silent witness to our union.
“I will always protect you, Luzia,” he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with emotion.
A shiver ran down my spine. I knew he would. But his words, spoken aloud, sealed something between us, a bond that transcended the physical.
In my culture, those words held a weight, a significance he couldn’t possibly understand.
They were a vow, a commitment. As he spoke them, a soft, internal light seemed to shimmer between us.
I felt it—a current, warm and golden, flowing from my center and wrapping around him, anchoring itself deep within his chest. It wasn't just a feeling, a fundamental shift, as if a missing piece of my soul had clicked into place with his.
He flinched, his eyes widening as he looked at me. “What was that?” he whispered, his hand going to his chest. “I felt… a warmth. Right here.”
I knew what it was. In the language of the river, in the ancient magic of my people, there was a name for it—the final joining. A bond that went beyond body and heart, into spirit itself.
“I think…” I said, my voice full of a new, quiet certainty, “… that we’re connected now. Truly.”
He didn't question it. He just nodded, pulling me closer, and for the first time, the steady beat of his heart felt as familiar and constant as the tides.
The queen wouldn’t be happy.
But in that moment, I didn’t care.
Caio, his trusting and caring nature was worth the risk.
And I would do it all again, a thousand times over.