Chapter 29 Yours
Yours
Karim took full control of my hips, making sure I met every thrust of his. Shallow at first, until my pussy relaxed around his girth, then deep and so good they sparked pleasure within me every single time.
But as he began moving faster, I realized he would take us both toward the precipice too quickly.
And I wanted to keep us in this moment longer.
To feel more of him–not just his cock. I craved to have our bodies in full contact, naked and sweaty and truly one.
Not me being partially undressed and him with his dagger still strapped to the side of his thigh.
I put my hand on top of his on my waist, but he groaned, “After!” He had his eyes closed, focused entirely on the task at hand.
“Karim, I need you!”
“I need you, too,” tore out of him.
He shifted us, commanding my body with ease, until my ass was back on the ground and he was poised over me.
Arms braced on neither side of me, he resumed his breathtaking thrusts.
It was still only our lower bodies that were in contact, even his long hair somehow staying out of the way, but now every time he slid inside me, he was brushing my clit.
He’d misinterpreted what I needed from him, but it was too late. My orgasm was so close. Seeing Karim look down at how well I was taking him brought me several steps closer to cresting.
I felt him growing larger, his cock throbbing deep in my pussy, and then he was coming with a melodic groan. His hot release triggered my own, and I threw my head back on a moan. Not a strong orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless.
I should be happy, but I felt hurt. This should have been a moment of ultimate intimacy between us, of our connection blooming fully, but instead it had been about taking pleasure, barely any feelings involved.
“It is done now,” Karim said as he released my thighs from his hold.
My heart squeezed, and I turned my head away from him, eyes shut. I didn’t want him to see the pain those words caused me. Dissatisfaction after sex was something I had experience with, but treating the act so clinically? When I thought he was my soulmate? It was like a dagger to the chest.
He’d spoken of braid linkage between us, of his readiness to put his feelings for me before his royal duties. He’d called me the most precious flower… All I felt now was used.
But I had only myself to blame. We were of two different worlds!
How could I let myself forget that Karim was an elf, albeit with a human mother?
He had grown up in this cold world where touch was frowned upon, he was part of it.
So why would he treat sex as lovemaking?
No, it was only a means for release and creating life: prepare the female as fast as possible, enter, unload, and done.
Yeah, he was right about the done bit. The damage was done, and I didn’t know if we could fix this. Right now, I needed space.
His finger brushed my chin–a silent request for me to face him. I opened my eyes and turned toward him, still hovering over me as he was.
Whatever he saw on my face made him flinch as if I’d slapped him. “My flower, what is it? I thought this moment would make you rejoice–”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Get off me. Please.”
“But, Jasmine–”
“Please!” My voice shook this time. “What more do you want? It is done, you finished, now leave me be.”
“Finished?” His brow furrowed further before his face went slack with realization. “Is this how a moss interaction between humans ends? With the male leaving once he fills his female up, as soon as Nature’s law is respected?”
“Nature’s law?” What was he talking about? And why did he sound crestfallen?
Understanding dawned on his face. “You don’t know? Gods, Jasmine…” Relief filled his voice. “I thought your attempts at touching me were caused by impatience, but you were simply unknowing.”
“Unknowing about what?” Hope awoke in me. Had I completely misinterpreted his detached behavior?
He cupped my face, his gaze pleading. “Forgive me, my flower, please. I needed you so much I didn’t stop to think this might be different for your kind!”
I placed my hands over his, the hope in my chest flaring. “What is it?”
He lay down beside me, and I turned toward him.
He kept our faces intimately close, and his hand never left my cheek, the thumb caressing me with tenderness.
“The first time you join with someone on the moss, you have to give Nature its due. An emotion-free interaction of the kind living creatures have for the sole purpose of procreation. Touching must be kept to a minimum, only enough to prepare the female. Only then, after you’ve shown respect for the law of Nature, can you turn the act into one of the affection elves and humans are capable of. An act of love.”
“What?” Could it be…? “You mean to say that…”
“I’ll explain differently, with words you prefer.
” Karim traced my neck with his fingers, a feathery touch along my skin down and further down, to where the remains of my dress still kept me hidden.
“For a flower to blossom,” his voice turned low, “you first need to plant the seed.” He drew closer until his warm breath was tickling my exposed neck, and his fingers continued their fiery path downward.
“Only then can you touch the bud,” he circled a nipple over the thin fabric, “water it,” he kissed my neck, “and cherish it.” He drew back to stare into my eyes, his filled with affection, desire, and an unspoken question.
He could show me what he meant, if I said yes. If I gave him another chance. Because what I’d considered coldness in bed had been him following his kind’s strange tradition. While my attempts at touch during our first time must have seemed disrespectful to him. Talk about cultural misunderstanding.
But I had to make sure he understood my side, because I wouldn’t recover from a round two of this.
I placed my hand over his heart and held his gaze.
“You will not pull away from my touch? You will let me cherish you–and you’ll cherish me?
Because I wouldn’t have it any other way between us, Karim.
I’m not built like that; my heart can’t take you being cold to me. The hurt is unbearable.”
“No more coldness, Jasmine. Never again, you have my word.” He laced his fingers with mine, keeping my hand where it was.
“I could barely restrain myself from showing you just how strongly I burn for you. Forgive me for making you feel uncherished. Now that Nature’s law has been observed, there will be no holding back, just us and what we feel for each other. If you still want an us.”
The heaviness weighing on my chest lifted to be replaced with warmth. I had thought this might be the end for us, but it was only the beginning. “I want that, with all my heart.” I cupped his cheek. “Will you be mine?”
A smile filled with relief and gratitude spread across his face. “I am all yours.”
“Good,” I said confidently and pulled him down to my lips. “I’m yours, too.”