He cupped my face in his hands, closing the gap. I sucked in his bleeding lip in, letting his blood flow into me. His blood was tantalizing. To me, it was savory, deep, full with a hint of sweetness, not unlike a well-refined dark chocolate. I sucked eagerly at his lip, my body feeling like it was knitting back together and becoming alive. The irony of that not escaping me.
His hands rubbed my back, finding their way to my hips, seemingly his favorite spot. He rolled me onto my back so he hovered over my small frame, teasing me with his cock pushing and pulling away and pushing again.
All pain and exhaustion was gone.
I broke from his kiss and took a couple heavy breaths. "I need you.... now," I begged with a growl. My body was writhing under him.
He grinned with a hint of mischievousness and was all too happy to give me was I wanted.
Chapter
Five
Knowledge
"So, your city is used to hearing you play with your dinner like that huh?" I took his hand and moved it off me so I could get out of the bed.
"No. My city is not used to that." He watched as I slipped off the satin sheets.
I giggled. “They are not used to the sound of you enjoying yourself?”
“They are. But this was more.”
“Louder,” I corrected him. “You mean this was louder.”
He leaned up, propping himself up on his elbow, the sheet draped over his middle. “No. There was something more. Sorry. There is something more in what we have done.”
With a hand on my hip, I looked back at him. “Are you going to start speaking of love?”
"This was very loving, yes." His hand caressed the bed next to him, where I had been lying.
“Do you mean to tell me that you do not fuck all your partners like that?” My lips pursed, disbelief on my face.
“If I did that to other beings… correction… when I did, I broke them. It was the cause of why I turned several young women when I was much younger. But none of it was about love. Not even turning them. That was guilt. It is why I made the decision to stick to those of my kind. And that has been more about power, revenge and a mutual … carnal as you like to say… need. Again, nothing loving. This was full of emotion. I felt it. Even if I thought that side of me was dead.” He tossed a pillow at me as he sat up.
I caught it and held it to myself. "It was?"
My heart skipped a beat. This time was from sentiment, not physical exertion. After a moment, I dropped the pillow and moved swiftly, climbing back into the bed and on top of him. I stopped and looked down at him. Then, not eagerly but lovingly, I kissed him, my lips gentle against his soft, cool mouth. Breaking away with a blush in my cheeks as I looked away, climbing back off him.
He raised a finger to my chin and turned me back to look at him before kissing me deeply. "You are special to me."
"Good,” I said, simply, as I moved back in toward him, my head landing on his shoulder and arms curled around his neck. "Good.”
"Good is an understatement for what just transpired." He smirked and wrapped his arms around me.
The corners of my mouth upturned. I released him and got back up, tossing the pillow back at him. “What would you call it?”
He grinned evilly at me. "Mind Blowing?"
I feigned pouting. “Oh great. Now I only have the best you’ve ever had to shoot for.”
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, you are full of sass, aren't you?"
“Just as you like me.” I flipped my hair and sauntered off toward the platter of food.
"I do like you very much."
Rifling through what was left, I found one last piece of dried meat. Popping it in my mouth, I washed it down with nearly an entire glass of water. “Show me your city please and teach me about it and it’s ways. If I’m going to be here any length of time, I should know.”
He nodded. "In due time, let us just curl up and take in one another for a while longer.
“Don’t want to let me go, huh? I didn’t take you for the sentimental and cuddly type.” I plucked a few remaining pieces of fruit and a couple crackers out. Refilling my water, I found a seat near the fire.
"Believe me I'm very much not. So be happy with that." Tossing the sheet to the floor, he walked past me, letting his hand trail up my arm.
I took his hand as he diverted his path and walked around in front of my chair and kneeling down. With him before me, his hands on my thighs, I played with his hands, running my fingers in and out of between his, drawing abstract lines on his skin. I was curious if he felt my touch much and if he liked me touching him like that. If he enjoyed me caressing him.
I attempted to see if my ability to sense emotions worked there as well but quickly stopped, feeling like it betrayed something between us. I knew I had been catching glimpses of how he felt, but every time I thought of poking around in my powers, something held me back. I’d shied away from magic on my own planet, but something about how much stronger that side of me felt on Naelyra scared me.
“Yes. That makes me even happier that you are like this with me.” I kissed his cheek. “If you’re not ready to take me around your kingdom, tell me about you then.” I was
