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Chapter 9

It seems that I don't need to say it twice. She grabs my thighs forcefully, lifts me up and pins me against the wall as my legs wrap around her waist. I grasp her tie and draw her into a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as my tongue pushes past her lips. Her hands are all over me, I can feel her finger on my back, running down feverishly, tracing the curves of my bottom through my dress. I'm torn between the need to touch her, see more of her, tear that annoying shirt open. I can't seem to decide what to do, there are too many things to focus on, too many things to think about. I feel hot, her lips on mine, her teeth biting the flesh of my mouth, her tongue battling with mine ferociously.

Her jacket now feels stifling, but thank Etro she soon takes the initiative to take it off. She has to push my hands away from her face to pull the sleeves off my arms, and I have to break the kiss to get rid of my pullover. I blush when I realize she's seized the opportunity to stare at my cleavage – not to mention the dress has dropped a little during the night, and it reveals far more than it's supposed to. I lift her chin up and capture her full lips again, my fingers finding the buttons on her shirt. One by one, they come undone, while her mouth starts planting wet, open kisses on my jaw and my neck. She must have felt my throat vibrate when her tongue found my pulsing point as I let a low growl escape my lips. She takes a few steps, probably heading for the bedroom, groping her way through the dark.

She has to stop half way with a grunt when my hand cups her breast through her bra, and my fingers start massaging the generous flesh. I finally get to touch them, and I smirk against her shoulder when I feel the erect nipple through the soft material. I notice her legs start quivering a little, and she has to lean against the wall, her hands readjusting their hold on my thighs.

'Light', she moans against my throat, her hot breath setting my skin on fire. 'I won't make it to the bedroom if you don't stop.'

'You have five seconds,' I breathe heavily in her ear, my fingers hovering over her stomach. 'That's the best I can do.'

She immediately rushes toward the end of the corridor, pushes the door open with her shoulder and hits the light switch with her elbow. She drops me carefully on the bed and I'm quick to take off my heels, ready to kiss her again, and touch her, and rip all those clothes off her. I turn on my back, feeling my cheeks flushed and my heart hammering against my ribcage, only to find her standing at the foot of the bed. She's just standing there, her arms dangling on her sides, her breath shallow. And she's staring at me. Her eyes are not sparkling anymore. They're just filled with lust and passion, roaming over my body shamelessly as if she wants to eat me. I feel like a prey whose only want is to get caught.

'I love that dress,' she comments, her deep voice burning with desire. 'Very sexy.'

She kicks her shoes aside and takes off her shirt before kneeling on my side. Her fingers brush against my ankle, and travel upwards sensually, but don't dare go further when they reach the hem of my dress. Every touch, every caress sends shivers down my spine, and a wave of heat is already spreading is my whole body, from my toes to the tip of my fingers. But I want more. I want her. I grab her neck and pull her to me to taste her swollen lips once again. I hook a leg around hers and quickly reverse the situation before she can protest. I kiss her like I've never kissed her before, a particularly pleasant heat steadily growing between my legs. She's tugging frantically on my dress in the hope that, maybe, it's going to magically fall off my body. She likes it, that's for sure, but I'm starting to think she'd like it best right now if it wasn't on me.

I nibble her jaw, my hands lying on her chest, and I can feel the tension in her limbs,the skin and the muscles vibrating under my fingetips. I slowly lick my way down, plant a kiss between her breasts, and force myself to not uncover them right now. Instead, my tongue keeps sliding on her smooth skin, finds her navel, and keeps going down until I reach the hem of her pants. I can't see her face, but from the moans and groans that fills the silence of the room, and the muscles twitching under my touch, I suppose she likes it. My fingers fiddle a moment with her belt, pull down the zipper, and she willingly lifts her hips so that I can slide the pants down her slender legs. This is not the first time I see her in this state of undress, but the way her cheeks darken and how she rubs her thighs together are definitely a premiere. It's my turn to stare at her beautiful body spread before me – and I'm excited just by the sight of it. Just the thought of what's under the underwear, of what I'm about to do to her, of what she's going to do to me, all of this is just electrifying.

'Hey sweetie,' she whispers, he voice particularly hoarse. 'How about you take that off?'

I hesitate a moment – the dress is strapless, so of course I didn't put a bra on. She gives me a reassuring look – lustful, because she obviously is aware of the fact, but reassuring nonetheless. I reach for the zipper on my side, and pull it down, slowly. Her eyes never leave mine, and when the dress falls around my waist, they narrow almost imperceptibly, as if she's struggling to not look down. The intention is sweet, but I want her to look. There's nothing I want more than her eyes on me.

'I like it when you look at me,' I say, borrowing the words she told me a week ago.

She smiles as I get rid of the dress as graciously as I can, and I straddle her hips, doing my best to ignore the jolt of pleasure that sparks when my very sensitive private parts brush against hers – though the moan I let out proves I fail miserably. She watches attentively as I gently take her hands in mine, and put her open palms on my breasts. I swallow hard when her fingers squeeze my tender flesh with extreme delicacy. She seems hesitant to act on her own, as if I'm fragile, or as if she's scared she might do something I'm not ready for. She's going to have to understand that I'm hers, and that she can do whatever pleases her with me. She needs to start seeing me as a proud wife who feels perfectly comfortable with discovering things – not necessarily related to sex, as a matter of fact – and not a frail and shy girlfriend who retreats whenever something new comes up. She needs to understand this.

'Sit up,' I order in a breath, and she immediately complies.

I reach for the clasp of her bra in her back and throw the garment aside quickly. Her breathing is shallow, her bare chest is heaving rapidly, and her fingers are now digging in the pillow behind her. This gives me a rather complete view of her upper body that leaves me stunned. She's too perfect to be real. The smooth skin that shines with beautiful golden tones under the light, the heavenly shaped breasts that steadily rise and fall every time she breathes, the outlines of her strong abs and her hip bones… Everything is perfect. I let her taste my lips for a second, just to make her crave for more, before they kiss their way down her breasts, and close around a erect nipple. I hear a muffled groan when I sweep my tongue over it, and suck it slightly. She arches her back, her toes curling on the sheet, one of her hand cradling the nape of my neck.

'Oh, Light,' she moans loudly when I bring a hand to take care of the other breast.

'Sensitive, are we?' I smirk, nipping the nipple gently to illustrate my point. 'Let's see how sensitive you are down there.'

She wants to say something but she chokes on the words when I twist her nipple one last time between my fingers. I brush her sides with my knuckles and feel her whole body shiver under the touch as she throws her head back, biting her lip. That is so erotic and sexy, another wave of pleasure stirs in my lower stomach and soon washes over me. I do my best to control the butterflies in my stomach – though my body is agonizing right now, I still have enough sense to keep the pace as slow as can be – and I pinch her panties on her hips between my fingers. I hear her taking a deep breath and she props herself up on weak arms so that I can take the remaining piece of clothing off. I exhale briskly and lick my lips hungrily when I drop the black panties aside, finally able to see what's been hiding underneath for all this time. The dirty desire to fuck her senseless starts coursing through my vein like venom and I feel like my chest is going to implode. Having Fang, spread on my bed like this, legs barely parted, her hand playing with her own breast, is so much more than just a fantasy coming true. My most erotic dreams that I used to relish so much are now reduced to mere pornographic chimeras. This is real. And there is a totally different air about it. This is not just lust and sex. It's also burning desire, blazing passion and scorching love. The mix is exhilarating.

'Take yours off already,' Fang breathes huskily, her fingers now toying with my piercing.

'Do it yourself,' I tease as my finger trace the contours of her taut stomach.

And that's all it takes. Fang finally starts acting like Fang. Adventurous, daring, ferocious and brutal. Much to my delight, she's now reconciling with her huntress instincts. To her, I'm a beast to tame. Tonight, we're going to domesticate one another. Tonight, we're going to take this one final step. She grabs me by the shoulders and pins me on the mattress, her face inches from mine.

'You're gonna beg for me baby.'

Her hot breath blows on my skin, her dark eyes pierce through me, and I think I might faint. She sucks on my lower lip and all I can do is moan and clench the sheet as her hands gropes my breasts. My eyes shoot open when she straddles my thigh and thrusts a knee forcefully between my legs. It's rough, but Etro it's good. When I get used to the continuous pressure and the regular jolts of pleasure that shake my whole body, I realize she's rubbing herself shamelessly on my thigh. Not fast, not hard, but she's doing it. And that's probably why she's about to collapse over me, judging by the tremendous trembling of her arms and the way she buries her face in the crook of my neck and moans my name repeatedly. I don't mind – it would be a terrible lie to say this doesn't excite me – but she's certainly not going to make me beg if she keeps doing that. After a moment, she bites my shoulder rather forcefully, and a growl escapes my lips. Luckily, that brings her back to me, and she breathes in the smell of my hair before kissing my jaw softly. She then proceeds to lick conscientiously a trail down my throat, my chest, my belly, and her tongue toys a moment with my piercing.

'Do you like it?' I ask in a breath, my fingers tangling in her hair.

'No,' she answers honestly – and though honesty is a good thing, I think I'd have preferred a little lie. 'It's pretty. But I'm scared I might tear it off by accident when I fuck you.'

Well, at least, she has a good reason. And I can totally remedy that. My fingers leave her wild mane for a moment, and I cautiously remove the jewel – last reminder of a tormented adolescence – before dropping it on my nightstand.

'Now fuck me without fear, Yun,' I command in a whisper, not realizing at once her tongue was already licking feverishly the skin above my panties.

She unsaddles my thigh and settles between my legs. She bends toward my hot center, and at this point, I'm wondering what she's going to do. Probably take my panties off with her teeth, from the look of it. My stomach tenses in anticipation, and I hold my breath when her teeth graze the inside of my thigh slightly. What is she… Oh Etro. I groan loudly when she suddenly kisses my sensitive flesh through the lace, and I think I might have pulled out some of her hair. That's supposed to be just a taste of what's coming next and I'm already upside down. And not only does she kiss, she also pushes her tongue against me, eliciting more and more moans coming out from my throat in a uninterrupted flow. I know what she's doing, she really wants me to beg for her, but I can't give up now. It's too soon, and… Fuck.

'Come on, Fang,' I moan when she bites the hem of the garment. 'Do me already.'

'That wasn't asked very nicely,' she purrs against me, making my insides quiver.

'Etro, you're…' I struggle to say as her fingers wander on my lower belly, sliding under the elastic every once in a while. 'Please Fang… I want you. Please…'

'I can have my dessert, then?' she asks with a smirk, nibbling the skin of my legs.

'Help yourself,' I manage to say before I bite my lip forcefully.

She seems satisfied, eventually, and pulls the panties down my legs, torturously slowly – and at the same time, I'm grateful she takes it slow, because my body is already far too sensitive to take much more.

'What do you want?' she asks, between kisses planted on my skin as she drags herself up my leg.

I don't even have the time to formulate anything as she grabs me by the thighs and puts them on her shoulders. I blush deeply when I feel her breath on my skin on fire – I don't think I've ever been this exposed in my entire life. And yet, I feel compelled to draw her closer to my center, to cross my legs behind her neck and tighten my hold on her with a ridiculous groan when her tongue pokes my flesh once, and licks it from bottom to top.

'This?' she breathes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Or this?'

She immediately inserts a finger in me to illustrate what she has in mind, and I'm too weak once again to stop a moan from slipping past my lips. My hips jerk violently upward when she swirls her tongue around my clit and adds a second finger. This is too much already. Why does she feel the need to torture me like this?

'Both?' she finally asks while I'm trying hard not to succumb to the wave of pleasure her fingers are eliciting. 'Or maybe you're already so close already it doesn't matter?'

I hear her questions, but my thoughts are spinning in my head, I can't focus on anything else than those fingers moving and curling inside me. I can't answer, and my hips start gyrating when her tongue runs through my folds again. And again. And again. And the way that mischievous tongue circle my clit. And those fingers pumping in and out roughly, making my whole body shake. I guess we're going for both. No. It doesn't matter. I'm sure she perfectly knows it and that's why she's not waiting for an answer. I'm finding hard to breathe all of the sudden, tiny intakes of air get caught in my throat, ridiculous high- pitched moans escaping my lips. I shut my eyes tightly when she starts kissing my lower stomach with wet lips – and I'm suddenly aware of the burning wetness between my legs – and brings her thumb to keep applying pressure on my most sensitive spot. She has her mouth over my breast now, she sucks my hard nipple, her free hand keeps caressing my body, she adds a third finger, and it's too much at once. I hook a leg around her waist, my nails dig in the skin of her shoulder blades, my hips follow the fast rhythm imposed by her fingers, and I know I'm close. The way my muscles tense, the way my inner walls start to contract, the tiny premise of the orgasm awakening and turning into an angry wave of pleasure. There's no mistaking it. She finally leaves my breast and starts sucking my pulsing point – that will definitely leave a hickey – as she launches the final assault. A few more thrusts, my sweaty skin rubbing against hers, a finger curling, and I come.

My legs tighten forcefully around her waist, my walls contract several times around her long fingers, and the blissful rush of ecstasy runs in my veins, making my whole body shake and my back arch into her. I see stars, I use the last of my breath to cry out her name before biting her shoulder, and I have to yield to the succession of waves of pleasure washing over me. This is almost too much to bear. In the back of my mind, far away, that's still somewhat connected to reality, I realize she's holding my hand tightly and that I'm holding on to her as if she's the only thing that keeps me anchored and helps me go through this torturous delectation. It takes me several minutes to relax and breathe normally again. Through my half-open eyes, I watch her bring her wet fingers to her mouth, and she conscientiously licks them clean, staring at me with dark, lustful eyes.

'I've changed my mind,' she whispers, bending to kiss my lips softly, allowing me to taste myself. 'That is the best dessert ever.'

I smile against her mouth as her fingers tangle in my hair. I feel spent, but plainly satisfied. But Fang isn't. Whether it's deliberate or not, she's rubbing herself on my again, and she seems so desperate, I'll be damned if I don't do something to help her. I gently take her by the shoulders and reverse our positions in one swift movement. I lay on top of her, her warm body pressing into mine.

'Now,' I ask softly, planting kisses on the base of her neck. 'What do you want?'

'I want you to look at me,' she whispers, catching my hand. 'And I want those pretty fingers inside me.'

It's funny how her accent grows thicker when she's turned on. Funny, and terribly enticing. She brings the said fingers to her mouth and extends her tongue to wet them. Her lips close around them when I push them in her mouth, and her hot muscle runs along the length of them slowly and delicately. And, damn it, this is so sensual and sexy, I'm starting to feel excited again. I quickly shake this feeling away and focus on my task – it's not like there won't be any other round later. She grasps my wrist and, her eyes never leaving mine, guides my hand to her loins. When my fingers brush against her hot flesh, she hisses with a frown, and she tries her best to not close her eyes – which are now reduced to two narrow slits. She bites her lips forcefully when I cup her, and lets out a loud grunt when my middle finger runs through her folds and presses the little bundle of nerves. She crosses her arms behind my back and spreads her legs even more, lifting her chin to get a kiss that I immediately grant her. We break apart when my fingers finally push into her, and when I start moving them back and forth, she starts talking. Between moans, through a ragged breath, she starts mumbling things I didn't know could sound so outrageously erotic. I feel my cheeks flush when she tells me about the dreams she had while in crystal stasis, about fantasies she had when we still were l'Cies. All involving me. Her nails dig in my skin and her teeth scrape the nape of my neck as she breathes dirty stories in my ear, her accent now so thick I can barely understand what she's saying.

'Ah, Light,' she groans, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other at each thrust. 'I… I want you to wear your skirt someday, with nothing under it, so that… Oh yeah, just like that baby! So that when I take a peek… I won't be like… Fuck! I just went on a suicide mission for nothing!'

'Talking from experience sweetheart?' I slur, stroking her clit roughly with my thumb.

She bites the tip of her tongue with a low moan rising in her throat, her toes digging in my calf. It seems that she can't talk any longer, but it doesn't make the sounds coming from her mouth less enjoyable. The flow of groans, moans, hisses reaching my ears sounds like a sweet melody I could listen to all night long. It goes straight to my gut and makes my insides twist, awakening a mixed feeling of desire and satisfaction. I suck on her lower lip as she's now unable to do anything but focus on her shallow breathing, and I start curling my digits inside her, eliciting a curse and a new wave of moans. The wetness spreading between her legs feels incredible and my coated fingers slide into her easily. Between groans, I hear her beg, faster. The muscle in my arm aches, and it screams in protest when I pick up the pace, but it doesn't matter. Faster, harder. Suddenly, she takes a sharp intake of air, her nails dragging painful on my lower back, her teeth digging in my shoulder. She cries out my name, I feel her whole body tense under me, her back arching, her walls tightening repeatedly around my fingers. She collapses on the mattress, a shiny layer of sweat covering her forehead, and says something that I really don't understand this time – probably Pulsian, though I'll have to ask for confirmation later.

'You're okay sweetie?' I ask softly, wiping my fingers on the sheet.

'Never been better,' she smiles weakly with a sigh of contentment. 'Thank you.'

I smile back, and unwittingly let out a yawn, suddenly feeling exhausted. The whole night was wonderful, fantastic, beyond imagination, and I wish it never ended, but right now, I feel like every ounce of energy has been drained from my body. Fang chuckles lightly before rising to her feet and heading for the switch to turn off the light. Then, she quickly returns to me and I cuddle up in her arms as she throws the sheet over us. I catch her hand delicately and entangle our legs, and she kisses me tenderly on my forehead.

'I love you,' she breathes in the silence of the room.

'I love you too.'