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Chapter 7

Her steady hands covered Yami's on the buckle of his belt, deftly finishing the job his fingers were struggling to complete. Opening the belt her fingers next moved to his button and zipper, making easy work of them. Kneeling, she tugged the tight denim down over his hips, past his knees, to his ankles where he kicked them off.

Looking up at him through her lashes, she fingered the waistband of his black boxer-briefs, admiring the outline of his length through the tight fabric. With the guidance of the newly awakened part of Teana, she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the object of her admiration through the fabric.

"Tea!" Yami was visibly shocked at her action, though the timbre of his voice betrayed that very much enjoyed it. "Tea, you don't need-"

"Yami," she cut him off firmly, "I want to. Things moved so quickly in our memory, Teana never got to reciprocate." She ran her fingers down his length again. "And I want to now."

Yami hesitated, knowing that this was Tea's first time, but murmured his approval since she seemed so confident. He could see through her eyes that Teana's spirit was growing closer to the surface. He didn't want to discourage her. And, he couldn't deny it, he wanted this too.

Tea peeled his boxer-briefs of his hips and down his legs, allowing him to spring free. Yami kicked away the fabric that pooled at his ankles, watching Tea with bated breath as she gently took his shaft in her hands. At the delicate touch of her fingers, his breath hitched - he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, trying to contain his pleasure. He didn't want to push her too fast, but Tea had a different pace in mind.

With Teana's guidance Tea began to move both of her hands up and down his length, rotating her hands in opposite directions as they stroked. Yami groaned deeply, eyes screwed shut even tighter. But when Tea added her mouth to the pleasurable combination, his eyes flashed open with a gasp.

Tea was pleasantly surprised at how soft his skin was under her fingers, but how hard he was underneath. Like steel encased in cashmere. He tasted salty and raw and it made her mouth water even more, making his length slick so her hands could move more easily. Twisting and squeezing, she swirled her tongue around his head before taking him as far into her mouth as she could. He let out a strangled cry at the intense pleasure.

She marveled at the primal sound that came from him as she worked.

"Tea, please..." He growled huskily. She understood. He didn't want this to end so quickly. At his beckoning, she rose to meet him eye to eye. Anchoring her face with his hands he crushed his lips to hers, tasting himself mixed with her sweetness. And it was a heady combination.

Backing her onto the bed once more he held himself above her, positioned at her slick entrance. "Tea?" He murmured.

"Yes, Yami... my Pharaoh... Please..."

Groaning at her reverent use of his ancient title, his crimson eyes met her blue flame gaze, and he entered her in one swift motion.

Tea cried out at the pain of his entrance which Yami muffled with a deep kiss. With his thumb he wiped a solitary tear from her soft cheek. "Are you alright, my love?" He whispered into her ear.

"Mmm, yes, I think so," Tea replied quietly. He just said she was his love. That certainly helped take away the sting.

He pulled back slowly and she winced again, but then the pain subsided completely.

"Yes, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore," she said with much more confidence. "Please, I need this. I need you."

At the assurance that her pain was gone Yami thrust into her again, sheathing himself in her tightness. He grunted. Wow, really tight. She felt amazing. Slowly he thrust back and forth, biting at her neck and breasts.

His controlled pace was agonizingly slow for Tea, but he felt incredible inside of her. So big, stretching her, filling her completely. She moaned loudly, "More, Yami, please! Ahhh!"

At her command his rhythm increased and as he lost control at her cries of approval it continued to increase til he was pounding into her roughly. Tea bit her lip and raked her fingernails down his back, languishing in his roughness, his control. The heavy tightening feeling in her lower belly grew with each stroke, until she tipped over the edge, toes curling, hands tensing into claws, the walls of her tight passage gripping his manhood with all their strength. As she let go she cried out, "I am yours. Only yours," and it felt like it came from the depths of her soul.

As the Pharaoh found his own release inside of her tightening sheath he growled back, "You. Are. Mine." And he was spent. Collapsing to the side of her he drew her small, overheated body into his arms, soothingly stroking her back and her hair intermittently.

"Tea, you are so exquisite and so brave. You take my breath away with the depth of your beauty and purity. When I said you were mine, I meant it as a promise Tea. I love you, Tea. Only you. Ever."

She met his gaze once more, fire and water meeting in harmony.

"And I love you Yami... Atem... Pharaoh. No matter your name or title, I will always be only yours."

"And I, yours."

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