31. Chapter Thirty-One #2
I grip the sand and heat it into glass, letting it cut into my hands until blood like tar runs down my hand. “You’re more cunning than I ever realized, my love.”
She shivers and pulls the top blanket around her shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“What could you be sorry for?”
“I used you all while being angry that you used me. All the days I was gone, I kept thinking how did we get here? How did we go from the closest friends to lovers to using each other to gain the things we wanted?”
“All I ever wanted was you, and that was where I went wrong. Somewhere, I decided having you as mine was worth any price. I did not kill children with my violence, but I let them starve. Maybe not enough for them to die, but enough for them to hurt because of my policies. I didn’t care because I’ve never had an interest in being king. ”
Her teeth chatter, and she accepts my black jacket that I place over her shoulders before putting the blanket back in place. “You had to because of the collective.”
I rest my head on a pillow and stare at the newly appearing stars.
The purple glow of an ending sunset paints their silver shimmer with color.
“They were going to send me to another world. That was the original plan, but that meant losing you. I promised I would conquer the human realm if they let me stay. If they sent me elsewhere, I would never see you again, so I took over the kingdom by any means possible. Then I cared about nothing but manipulating my way into your bed. The only reason to become a king was to make you my queen. A princess couldn’t marry any other title. ”
She slides down next to me and stares at the sky. “Do you agree now that the ocean is much prettier than me?”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, I was right all those years ago. The ocean comes nowhere close to you. Nothing does.”
“You’re a fool, my fire fairy.”
I heat my body just enough to warm her as she snuggles close, and we lose ourselves in a kiss. I release tendrils from my back to gently caress her body, never letting her know where I will move next.
Her lips still, and her breathing hastens. “Do you forgive me?”
“I’m proud of you.”
“What?”
“I’m impressed and proud. There is no way after the famine of not having you, I would allow myself to continue starving just to remain angry at you for manipulating me as I have done to you.
I don’t need to stay angry at you because that will only make me suffer as a hypocrite.
But you should not forgive me so easily. ”
She kisses me again with a ferocity that seems to suggest she’s moved on from my transgressions.
“Hating you for months and trying to kill you was not easily forgiving you. Soul searching for weeks and finding the main reason I hated you was a lie made nothing easy about arriving at this place with you. There are things that need changed in your kingdom, but the second reason I sent you that invitation was to save myself from the life I needed to escape.”
“Then where are we going?”
“I want the bond with you if you still want it with me.” Her eyes shift away from mine as she says the last part.
“Having you by any means was not something I spoke lightly, so tell me you’re sure one more time.”
She sits up enough to remove her dress and undo her undergarments. “I’m sure. I want this with you.”
I keep the blanket around her back, but my eyes move over her body, doing nothing but memorizing every perfect curve.
A dozen tentacles roam her body, leaving no part of her neglected.
I move over her clit and am careful not to neglect her ears, ass, and legs.
She moans, unbuttons my pants, and slides them off.
My cock springs free, and it throbs, impatiently wanting inside her.
Months of yearning for this moment leave me hard as stone.
I nearly make her come, only to pull back the moment she shudders. I remember from the first and last time we did this what signs mean she’s close. When she nears the edge, I bring her back, over and over. She screams her frustration, and her body convulses with need.
“Lazzus! Please! Please! I need to let go! Please!” She brings her hand down to finish.
I grab both her wrists and hold them above her head. “Tell me you want to go all the way, or this ends.”
“No! No! Please don’t stop! I will die if you do. My body is on fire!”
“Give me a yes.”
“Yes, inside me. No more torture!”
I push inside her, letting her adjust to my size before growing larger until she begs me to move. My tendrils stroke her ear and neck while another wraps around her throat to fully claim her. Yet another explores her body, and two hold her wrists above her head.
There is nowhere I leave untouched as I worship every inch of her at once. We rock against each other, slowly until she drips around my length. I change the temperature and size of my cock until she’s squirming and panting.
She clenches four times, and I slam into her, suck on her nipples, and move everywhere on her body.
As she grips the sand, she goes rigid and so tight.
She’s so tight, and then she explodes, squeezing and releasing around me so fast I can no longer breathe.
Pleasure is all I know as her body stiffens and relaxes over and over again.
I edge toward my release but fight it to bring her to the end of herself four more times.
Each time she comes, it becomes easier to take her there again and for longer, so I draw out her pleasure by memorizing what keeps her orgasms going.
I give her no breaks, and she’s screaming and clawing up my back.
My climax builds, and she shoves me on my back, rolling her hips deep.
Her ass slams against me, and I take hold of her hips, moving her up and down.
She clenches so hard my vision blurs, and I slam my head into the sand as I burst inside her.
It’s then that bliss wraps around us, and it feels as though our bodies fuse.
She grinds against me until I’m dry, and I roll her onto her side to wait out the euphoric sensations surging through us.
The pleasure doesn’t leave far into the night, and we stay locked together.
The orgasms rise and fall through the night, never lessening in pleasure. As the sun rises, exhaustion sets in, and we make love one more time before we fall asleep with me still inside her.
Over the next several days, we part only when I need to be sure she has food and stays hydrated. We are lost in a bond so deep it’s impossible to break free of it. It’s far better than all the hours I spent thinking about life with her fully mine.
Since the bond took hold, her heartbeat continually pulses in the back of mind, like the most beautiful song playing only for me.
I feel it slow and increase, and it tells me many things about her.
It doesn’t take long to figure out how to use it to bring her more pleasure, but the greatest thing it shows me is that she’s alive.
My spine tingles, and it takes me a moment to realize something is wrong. Evelia? No, the danger is not in the past. The present. Neera! I break the vision almost too late to push Neera out of the way.