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FLASHBACK

Ancora's POV

My mouth did not work. My tongue seemed to have expanded and grown lame. I looked at the god in front of me; there was so much I wanted to ask, to say but I couldn't. His hand still held mine and thus he guided me to the meal laid out for us. I wasn't hungry and seeing him also ignore the food, I could take he wasn't either. The soft breeze flew past the trees and caressed our skins. No word broke our silence - as I gazed upon his eyes and he, mine, there was no need. I didn't need anything else but him and this place – I had realized that now.

His hand cupped my face and his lips approached mine; the heartbeat within my ears increased to the point of exploding, for the second his lips crashed against mine I was lost - so happily lost.

For that moment - I ceased to exist - once I was conscious of my surroundings again, I found him atop me - kissing my face softly. His strength allowed him to levitate atop me, leaving only a fraction of his weight on me - I loved feeling him so close - so close, his weight, so close - an odd yearning had begun to expand from my very core leaving me panting and without breath. My legs opened, cupping him, to maintain and increase our proximity - an innate action that forced a deep growl from his throat. His mouth ventured to my neck and the torturous pleasure it brought me was demonstrated as my nails scratched at his back.

My eyes opened and the dying sun captivated them - its vanishing rays increased the ethereal aura of this moment and a tear escaped me, for I never wanted this to end.

His concerned eyes gazed upon mine - he kissed the tears away and in a swift motion, turned us both around to where I found myself atop him. He sat down and held me as I laid in his arms - he caressed my back and played with the strands of hair that had come lose from their golden restraints. I had not realized I had begun to tremble - our kissing had maintained my skin afire, but as the night cold had expanded, and our kissing decreased; human weakness gave me away. His soft but gruff voice broke our silence,

"I… I am sorry if I rushed into something you were not ready for, I had not thought, I have yearned for your very presence since my eyes first had the honor of seeing you and this yearning seems to have expanded to madness in my part - I am so incredible sorry..."

His face had filled with shame and tears threatened his eyes, I do not believe he understood why that tear had been shed. My trembling hands lifted his face to meet mine. We were only centimeters away. I breathed out and hoped my mouth and brain could cooperate long enough to take my love out of his false misery.

"You do not understand - I do not weep out of anything but fear that this moment shall pass and I will awaken alone in my bed - this heaven I seemed to have found and you… you are everything I love, everything I could hope for and thus I fear this may be but a mirage of the night brought on by a lonely heart…"

Tears had begun to fall from my eyes as bliss had begun to fill his. He kissed every tear I shed and held me close to him; we drowned within each other.

No more words were necessary. I needed him and he needed me - he flipped us over once again and thus we ventured to reach nirvana, together.

I wanted him as I had never wanted anyone. His hands ran through my hair and freed it from every decoration; my hands ran through his chest and yearned for more. He begun to unclasp the clips which made my dress, he looked at me after he undid the first one, after a nod encouraging him, he undid the rest. He did not take the linen from my body, but rather used it as a medium with which to tease my feverish skin.

His lips reached my ears, after their torturous ascent from my neck,

"I want to show you the world of love, I want to share with you everything I am, everything we could be together, I want to be one with you, my dear love - do I have your permission?"

My moans had increased the second he had begun to devour me with his lips and coherent thought had left me the moment he first had kissed me. I looked at the love and lust in his eyes, undoubtedly matched by mine, and with a nod - for I dared not speak - he continued.

He kissed me deeply as his fingers reached my inner most part and with a steady tempo and caressing, I tasted bliss for the very first time.

It's as if I needed him to stop and go faster at the same time. My body was no longer able to fulfill or keep up with my need for him.

His fingers reached the tempo I could keep on with – I needed more. As he had pleasured me with his fingers, his mouth had been kept on mine. As my lips formed the word "More" he smirked and he started his descent towards my core.

A scream shattered the night as his mouth began to please me – I could no longer comprehend anything except him and our pleasure.

As the latest wave of pleasure crashed against my very soul, he brought his face again to my ear. His voice was low and filled with need, he asked

"Are you ready my love?"

In between pants I responded:

"Yes"

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Persiannissimo