“I have no idea. War, maybe? Or maybe it will be shocking enough to see an entire continent emerge from the sea that your people will be curious. That’s not something even the reflecting pools can show.” He tilted his head, hearing something I didn’t.
“Raifuku returns, and I bid you farewell. May the gods bless you with clear skies and strong winds at your back.”
With those parting words, he disappeared. I had a nagging feeling that I’d heard that somewhere before, but I couldn’t place it. My thoughts drifted elsewhere as I watched Raif walk toward the house. He was carrying two packs that looked full. I took a picture before I ran through the back door of his house and jumped into his bed. He found me there minutes later as I pretended to be sleeping. His deep chuckle filled the room.
“No need to pretend, love, I saw you run to the house. It was a good thing I sent Michael to watch over you then, yes?” He climbed onto the bed and kissed me. It was as natural as breathing and I returned it with as much love.
He was heaven. Our kiss deepened with the passion that we’d both been holding back. He gathered me into his arms, smothering me in his warm embrace. I tore at his tunic, desperately trying to feel more of his glorious body pressed against mine. An eternity with him would never be enough.
He chuckled softly and helped me remove his shirt. My breath caught again at how physically powerful he was. His shoulders were wide and impressively built, with a strong torso. He was thick, tough, and very hard in all the right places. I felt one of my favorites pressed tightly against my thigh. I ran my hand down his chest and around his abs to his back where I gently scraped my nails up then harder down. His breath quickened to match my own.
He tore my dress down the middle, exposing my breasts to the air. My nipples were already pebbled in excitement, yet hardened even further at his groan of pleasure. He dipped his head and licked one. It was a soft lick that pulled a gasp from me. I threaded my fingers in his silky black hair, thrusting my breasts higher so he’d have better access to his feast.
He licked, suckled, and nibbled one breast until I thought I was going to explode from need. Then he started on the other and I was completely lost in a storm of feeling. I was wanton, a desperate woman needing only the satisfaction of his manhood thrusting deep into the very core of me. I whimpered and groaned, thrusting my pelvis up to him, praying he’d complete me.
I scored my nails down his back, careful not to break the skin. When I reached his pants I tore at the fabric, pulling and trying to rip them off as easily as he had torn my clothing from me. He released the nipple he was suckling on with a light pop and I whimpered at the loss of his talented mouth. I was rewarded moments later with him looking down on me, his eyes heavy with passion.
He grabbed my hands, placing them in his hair again. He leaned on one arm until his head was inches from my face and kissed me while removing his pants. My fists tightened in his hair, holding him as close to me as was physically possible.
The feel of his member, bare against my most sensitive area, brought a gasp from me that separated our kiss for just a moment. He slid back and forth against my wetness, rubbing my nub, until I seriously thought I might die. The pleasure was too much, yet not even close to what I so desperately craved. He had both hands in my hair, keeping our faces locked in a passionate embrace, so I brought one of mine down to explore him.
He was long and thick. My juices covered him, making it a slick surface to explore with my fingers. He groaned loudly, bringing his mouth down to my neck. I stroked him slowly, desperately trying to get him to match my suffering. I heard his quiet begging and guided his helpless thrusts to my entrance.
He felt the opening and we both gasped as he sheathed himself into my core. It hurt, but was quickly surpassed by the joyous feeling of finally being complete. We locked eyes from inches away as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into me. It was exquisite torture. I looked deep into his teal eyes until I relaxed, letting go of my insecurities at the love and desire I saw there. Deep in the very heart of my being, I knew this man would never hurt me.
He felt my walls drop, my body relaxing in his embrace. He kissed me and plunged himself into me over and over. The sounds of whimpering were quickly replaced with slaps of flesh and moans. I shattered into oblivion, screaming his name, my very essence exploding into the ether. He growled my name, holding himself as deep as he could, spilling his seed into the very core of my body.
I saw images of him as a boy, his life here, and the loneliness he’d felt until he saw me. I learned about him in those brief moments and I felt us starting to merge together. I could see the edges of my vision going black and threw up my emotional walls again. I didn’t want to lose this connection with him, but I really didn’t want to pass out. He rolled over onto his back, cradling me against his strong chest. I concentrated on hearing his heartbeat and almost missed what he was whispering.
“My amada, eu te amo. A miña vida está completa. Ata o dus eu te amo.” Over and over he whispered in his
