Okay, first you guys rock for the compliments. It makes me happy that you guys came to read it after its been so long since its been update. Second, physicality is beginning. lol. Thirdly, this ones really long cause the next one is short. It's going to be the last chapter (39), so I hope you guys enjoy this. Thanks again! Enjoy!
Ch. 38
She could see the sadness in his eyes as her words sunk in. She wanted to hug him, to hold him close and tell him everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't. She didn't know if everything was going to be okay or not so she wasn't going to lie to him.
"I'm sorry Ahkmenrah." she muttered, taking her hand from his and turning to walk away.
He stared at the back of her head as she inched closer to the entry way. He felt something rise inside him, something he hadn't felt before when it came to her. He was angry. He was angry that she was leaving, angry that she wasn't giving him a chance to tell her how he felt.
Before he could rationalize the thought, his arm shot out, clamped his hand around her arm, and twirled her around. The young woman's eyes were wide with shock at the sudden movement, but she wasn't given time to react. Before she could move, Ahkmenrah pressed his lips to hers, crushing the delicate skin beneath them.
She felt the desperation in his touch as he held her tightly. He wasn't going to let go and she wasn't completely sure she wanted him to. She felt the love behind the touch, the need for her to remain there, the longing for her and it was all she needed. She wanted him too. She wanted nothing more, then to remain with him.
Slowly, she let her rigid body relax into him, his grip loosening only enough to make her comfortable. Her arms moved around his neck, holding onto him to steady herself as his lips parted, taking hers into his mouth. She gasped as he bit her bottom lips, applying minimal pressure before releasing her and kissing her deeper.
She was his. He wanted nothing more in his life then to have her. The man's head began to swim as his hands came down and gripped her backside. With a swift movement, she was lifted into the air, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He couldn't help but smile at the sound she made when he had lifted her. It was somewhere between shock and excitement.
Ahkmenrah stared into her face, her beautiful face that hadn't aged a day as he moved some of the loose strands of hair out of the way. She smiled sweetly to him, her own hand lightly touching his face. Right now, this moment here, was complete perfection.
"I love you, with all my heart." he whispered to her, his hand cupping her cheek lightly. "You are perfect to me."
He smiled sweetly to her, a weak smile touching her lips as her eyes glassed over. She was on the verge of crying once more, something he didn't want to see.
"No tears, please." he muttered, his face contorting into worry.
"I can't help it." she told him. "I never imagined you would be so perfect."
He smiled at the compliment, knowing he was anything but. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. She couldn't help it. As her eyes closed to receive him, she felt the tears fall freely, sliding down her cheek.
When he pulled away, and noticed tears had been shed. Leaning forward, and with more tenderness that was making her cry in the first place, he kissed her eyes. He didn't want her to cry, not anymore.
"Please, please stop crying." he whispered, his forehead resting gently on hers.
"Why did you have to be so perfect?" she asked in a trembling voice.
"Perfect?" he laughed, pulling away to see her weak smile. "How so? I have caused you nothing but trouble. Nothing but pain. I am anything but perfect."
She smiled to him, her hands lacing behind his head once more and pulled him into her. She kissed him once more, but something was different. He had felt something he hadn't felt before. She kissed him with a passion that he had never felt before. jasmine couldn't help herself. She knew that if she didn't let it out, it would ruin her completely. If not now, then sometime soon.
She held him to her tightly, refusing to let him break away from her as she let herself explore his mouth, feeling things she had no idea she was capable of. Ahkmenrah was only human. There was no refusing her, nor would he want to. His grip tightened and for once he was grateful his muscles couldn't grow tired. but his mind was still spinning uncontrollably, his stomach fluttering. If he was left to stand where he was, he knew he was going to fall.
Keeping his mouth connected to hers, not wishing to break the blissfully contact, Ahkmenrah began to take a few steps forward, praying he wasn't going to hit anything. Slowly but surely, he felt her back hit the wall, something he could finally use to keep himself from toppling over. Still, her kissing continued, growing in intensity, in passion. She never wanted his touch to end.
The young man held tightly to her, but his hands began to slip. He tried his best to keep his grip but the fabric of her skirt was shifting too easily, making it nearly impossible. Fearing she might fall, he quickly let one hand move to her thigh, clamping his hand on her bare skin ensuring he could hold her. The young woman smiled to herself at the feeling of his skin to hers.
"Please don't leave me." he whispered to her as she struggled to breathe.
The young woman didn't reply. She didn't want to, but she wasn't going to lie to him. She wasn't going to tell him she would stay when she had no intention of doing so. For some reason, even a little white lie to him would kill her. She would never lie.
Knowing she was going to leave, Ahkmenrah wanted to make her stay. He took back everything he had convinced himself of the night before. He wasn't going to let her leave. He wasn't going to lose her again, but he wasn't going to force her. He was going to show her what she could have if she stayed, he was going to make her feel so happy, there was no question that she was going to remain with him. He would make her the happiest woman in the world, like he had promised when she was alive…
"I never want you to leave me…" he whispered, his mouth moving to her neck. "I want you to stay… Tell me you'll stay."
Again, she didn't reply. Her eyes closed, trying to keep the tears that were forming where they were. Her hands held the back of his head lovingly as she shivered, his hot breath gracing her neck as he spoke. Feeling her cling to him was all the conformation he needed. Smiling at his small victory, the young King gripped his headdress and flung it to the side, the loud clang of it hitting the marble rang loudly.
"Please…" he whispered to her once more as he placed small kisses along her neck. "Tell me you'll stay."
Again she remained quiet, holding his closer to her as she bit her lips. She tried to remain quiet, she tried to keep herself from crying. She only wanted him. Why wasn't he happy with that? Why was he trying to ruin this by forcing her to make false promises? Why couldn't he be happy with what they had, at least for the moment?
Still wanting to hear the words, the young Kind connected his mouth to her skin. The new sensation sent shivers down her spine with out her consent. He was more then capable of feeling her shake in his arms.
He felt himself begin to yearn for her, to feel everything that was the young woman in his arms. He wanted nothing more then to make her happy. He wanted her to feel the joy he felt. He simply wanted her. He pained to be with her. The young man groaned his discomfort at his increasing desire, pulling her closer to him to let her feel what she was doing to him. It was something she was more then a little aware of.
"Tell me…" he whispered again, his voice beginning to loose its delicate sound as it was replaced with a gruff tone.
His voice was filled with the same need she felt running through her veins. She couldn't control herself. She wanted to have him, if only for the one time. She simply wanted him.
"Please…" she whispered, her own voice filled with the same want he had. "Please my King."
It was more then enough for the Pharaoh. It had been centuries, millenniums, since he had been with a woman, his woman, and she didn't have to tell him twice. Thankful his people wore skirts, (for the most part) he was more then capable of maneuvering around it.
Jasmine tried to straighten her thoughts, tried to think of something she could say to him, anything that would make him understand. He desperate attempts at trying to steady her mind were soon shot down. She felt his mouth clamp down on her neck, nipping her lightly while his free hand gripped her thin panties tightly. With a quick jerk, the fabric was ripped from her body and tossed aside. Again, she tried to rationalize what was happening only to be silenced once more. With a quick movement, she felt him thrust inside her.
The young woman felt a scream escape her lips, though she heard nothing. There was nothing around her, no sound, no museum, nothing. There was only her heart beating in her chest, the man wrapped in her legs, nothing more.
Ahkmenrah remained motionless for a moment, unable to move from the overload of sensation. He hadn't felt anything so perfect, so sublime in so many years, he wasn't sure he could stand it. So there he remained, the young woman wrapped tightly around his waist, his head buried in her neck, kissing and biting her. He was completely enveloped in her in every way.
Slowly, Jasmine felt him move. The sensation caused more sounds to emanate from her throat though she still remained deaf to anything that wasn't her breathing. She knew that if she tried to think of what was going on, she would be lost forever. Instead, she tried to focus, tried to keep her head straight, trying not to think of the slight amount of pain resonating from the intrusion. Still he moved.
It was slow at first, but only at first. Once he was certain he could maintain himself, the young man repeated his previous action. Sliding in once more, he was elated to hear her coo in satisfaction. The sounds she made sent his heart racing, if it could, knowing he was the source. He had caused her so much pain in the past few days that he was elated to hear he was causing her pleasure as well. Again he moved.
He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, not knowing when she had moved them under his robe, and not caring. As his motions picked up speed, she held on tighter, her nails most likely causing divots in his skin. The sensation sent shivers down his own spine as he continued to move.
The young woman moaned for him as she tried to steady herself. The world around her had gone blank, nothing but fuzzy images that held no sway with her at all. Again, he bit down on her neck as he thrust into her once more. She tried to quiet the sound, but there was no point. Ahkmenrah delighted in the sound echoing off the walls of his chamber. He moved faster.
Her body began to tingle, every nerve in her body screaming as he continued. The feelings resonating through her was more then someone her size was capable of holding in. If he didn't stop, she was going to burst.
"Please…" she gasped, hoping he would slow. She was wrong.
He pressed only harder. The sensations grew, becoming too much for her to control. With a loud scream, everything erupted within her. Her body shook as she held onto him tighter, trying to keep the room around her still, and having no luck. Her heart tried to break from her chest, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch her breath. Her head was spinning, her body was shaking, and no matter what she had felt for him before, it didn't compare to the love that swelled inside her right now. She wanted nothing more then to remain in his arms.
She felt herself begin to slack as the events that had taken place took their toll. She was tired, and her eyes were beginning to slip shut. Still he continued, but only briefly. she felt the young man shudder beneath her as his mouth clamped around her ear. He nipped it tenderly, a single name escaping his lips. And it wasn't hers…
She lost all hint of time after that. She didn't remember what happened after everything went black, only that she woke in his arms. Ahk had moved the two of them to the front of his crypt, holding her lovingly in her arms. When her eyes opened, still heavy from their lustful encounter, she saw him smiling down at her.
Slowly, the young woman stood, slowly pushing herself away from him. The smile on his face soon turned to question.
"Is something the matter?" he asked kindly, moving to help the wobbling woman stand completely.
"You truly love her, don't you?" she asked, her eyes trained on him.
"Who?"
"Mayati." she replied, anger boiling inside her.
"I did. Long ago."
"You called me Mayati when we…"
She couldn't even finish the sentence. Her eyes closed for a moment as she remembered the most wonderful thing that had ever happened in her life, only to have it crushed by one single word. She loved him, she was certain of it, but what was she supposed to do if she couldn't have him to herself?
"I'm not her." she finally replied, looking into his eyes once more.
She could tell he was conflicted. He wasn't even sure what she meant, and perhaps she shouldn't hold it against him. No one takes anyone seriously when they say something during the throws of passion. How could you? But this was different. He called her another woman's name, and not just any woman either. It was her name.
Again, her eyes glassed over and the tears fell. Why did she care so much about what this man thought? He was dead. He wasn't real. He couldn't give her what she truly wanted in life. But she loved him. She knew the two of them were meant to be together, even if he didn't. And what would it matter if he did? Nothing could come of it. The relationship wouldn't progress. There was nowhere for this to go.
"I love you," he whispered. "I want you to stay."
The words tore at her heart. He loved her. She loved him. Without her consent, the tears fell again as she felt her body shake. Trying as hard as she could, she fought the sobs that wanted to break free.
"Stay with me, Jasmine." he said lovingly, holding his hand out for her to take.
"And live in your crypt?"
He hesistated, his hand wavering for a moment before he took another step forward.
"I realize now why I never slept, why I never more on to the underworld. I was waiting for you."
"Stop it." she cried, her voice shaking so hard, he wasn't sure he could understand her. "You don't know what you're talking about. All you've done was try to turn me into her."
"I was wrong. She wasn't the one I want. You are. Stay with me."
"No." she whispered, trying to catch her breath as he came closer. "Stay away from me."
"Tell me you don't love me." he snapped, his voice echoing in the large room as his hand fell to his side. "Tell me you don't love me and I will leave you alone. I will let you walk out of here without difficulty."
She tried to form the words. She tried to find them, buried within her cried but they wouldn't come. She swore she wouldn't lie to him, but maybe it was better if he thought she didn't love him. Maybe it would make things easier.
"I…" she muttered, trying to will her mouth to move.
"You what?" he asked, his eyes still loving despite the bitter tone of his voice.
"I don't…" she tried once more without luck. "I don't…"
"You don't what?" he snapped angrily.
"I don't love you!" she screamed, her knees immediately giving out under the weight of the lie. "I don't love you."
Her voice had become a whisper, a broken, trembling whisper that he hadn't been sure he heard. As h stood there, staring down at the woman that was trying hard to stop shaking, her knuckles turning white as she held her arms around her body.
"You're lying." he replied simply.
"No I'm not." she answered in a voice she wasn't sure was hers.
"Yes you are. If you were telling the truth, you wouldn't be in so much pain right now." he answered sweetly, coming to her side to hold her.
The moment his skin touched her bare shoulders, she jumped back, scrambling frantically to get to her feet. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her dark skin flushed bright pink.
"I can't remain here with you." she whispered, her brilliantly colored eyes staring at him. "You know I can't."
"I am begging you." he answered in a defeated voice. "A King on his knees."
She watched, her mouth hanging open as the man actually dipped to his knees as though he were a peasant.
"I was born a King, but I am nothing more then a man, wishing the woman he loved would stay."
"I can't." she answered, a new onslaught of tears forming.
Ahkmenrah's head fell at the answer. He had no choice. It was obviously causing her pain to refuse him and what kind of man would he be if he forced her to keep doing it? Slowly, he stood from his spot and stared into her eyes.
"Remain with me until morning? You don't have to return to see me tomorrow if you don't wish, but all I ask is that you stay until morning."
She weighed his request, trying her best to calculate everything. Glancing down at the delicate silver watch on her wrist, she found herself nodding. It was 5:54 a.m. less then fifteen minutes until the sun was set to rise.
Hesitantly, the young woman made her way to his side. Before he could do anything, the young Pharaoh wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. If anything, he wished to comfort her, to make her feel better about everything he had done to her.
He never wanted this night to end, never wanted her to leave, but he knew it would. He was being selfish again, something he loathed. He was better then that. He had been trained his whole life to be compassionate, to be understanding. But when it came to her, he was anything but.
As he stood there holding her, he could only hope that she would think about his proposal while he slept, that she would be here when he woke again. He prayed to the gods to make it so, but part of him had to wonder if he deserved it. Whether or not she would remain didn't matter at the moment. She was here now, and he had been with her more thoroughly then he thought possible. He was happy for now.