Very much in dangerof the way my breasts tighten and my lower belly tenses.
“Mine to break. Mine to put back together,” Vann whispers. “Right?”
I nod.
“Are you ready to take me?” he asks.
I take a deep breath, a hum of pleasure sinking into my skin. “I’m ready.”
Our bodies press together. His touch is both gentle and passionate—a masterpiece of emotion, skill, and desire.
"I want this to be perfect. I don't ever want you to feel anything but pleasure and warmth," Vann whispers, his breath warming my neck as he looks deep into my eyes.
He strokes his hand through my slickness, and then brings his wet hand to his cock to stroke himself once. Lining up our bodies, he enters me with a slow, deliberate motion. I gasp as he fills me completely, creating a sensation that leaves me breathless.
"Are you okay?" he asks, careful not to move.
I nod, unable to speak.
"Hostia puta,"I moan, my head rolling back against the tree trunk as he begins to move in and out of me at a slow, steady pace.
Vann's eyes never leave mine as he continues to pump into me. His voice is a low rumble as he says my name over and over again, adding to the sensual symphony of our breaths and bodies colliding.
"Arlet," he says softly, "You feel so good. So warm..."
I moan, my hands pulling on the ties in response. Every thrust is a wave of pleasure crashing through my body. My senses are focused solely on Vann's touch—his lips on mine, his hands holding me close, the way he moves inside me.
My mind quiets. Sings.
“More,” I whisper.
He thrusts inside me harder, our bodies slapping against each other with each movement. My moans grow louder, and the leaves rustle around us with each gasp of pleasure.
My world becomes Vann and our connection. As if we are one entity, an amalgamation of emotions and desires. Each thrust brings us closer to the end.
“You are perfect,” he groans.
It takes me first, but he follows. The shock is an explosion of pure bliss that we will share together.
Vann's breath comes out in small gasps, his eyes locked onto mine. I’d had lovers. I’d had pleasure but this was something different. This was being seen. I didn’t need to ask what he feels.
I could see it in his eyes. Feel it in his actions.
For some reason, more tears well up and slide down my cheeks.
"I want to keep you forever, Vann," I say, repeating his words back to him.
The look of relief on his face is almost comical. Then he grins. Drawing me into his arms, and starting to rub my thoroughly stretched limbs.
As Vann unties me, a flash of light erupts in the sky, followed by a deafening rumble that shakes the earth beneath us.
“What was that?” I say.
Another boom shakes through the air. It hisses before impact, and then, there are screams. This isn’t a celebration.
“I will burn every city that harbors you.”
“Fuck! That has to be the elves,” I pant. “I thought they wouldn’t make it through. Maelira told me that her barriers were secure. We have to do something, Vann. I don’t want anyone else to be hurt because of me.”