A/N: Just wanted to say a few things before I get to the last chapter. Yes, this is the LAST chapter of Ataash Varin Kata, at least the first story…I do have a sequel planned sometime in the future. Also, thanks to everyone who has left reviews; I greatly appreciate it! Let me know what you think about how I ended it. I went through a few scenarios in my head and this one seemed like the best and most fun option. Yes, this is a smut chapter…what most of you have been waiting for and what I had been waiting to write. So, now I'll shut up and let you read. Enjoy!
Sicilia had walked down the coast a little before finding some shelter amongst the edge of the forest. The rain had started to fall. It wasn't heavy, just a light sprinkling. The air had cooled dramatically. A breeze whistled nearby before it reached her. She watched the waves coming in.
When she looked to her right, she saw the Arishok heading towards her. Her dream came to mind. Oh, damn. Calm down. Breathe. Spaulders, weapons, and the majority of his clothing, except for the thick leather pants, had been removed. Though he seemed smaller, he wasn't the least bit vulnerable. His muscles tightened with every movement, catching her eye. The rain had begun to draw streaks of red down his form.
He stood next to her. Sicilia knew what he would say and she knew what she would say in return. It was what happened next that made her nervous. She looked at his profile. This man was glorious to look at. She leaned against the tree next to her and focused on the sea ahead.
"Return with me." His voice was barely audible.
"I've already made up my mind," she said as if out of habit.
"Is there anything I can do to convince you?" His voice seemed distant, but it's depth never ceased to make her tremble.
"Probably not." She shivered against the cold. The rain had become a mild one and against the breeze, it seemed a lower temperature than what it was. Her heart quickened before it leapt into her throat.
He turned towards her, his arms at his sides. One would think it was painful, but even with his clawed hands and crushing strength, his touch was gentle. He had placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. Her breath hitched as he placed a finger beneath her chin. She was frozen and then it was there.
His hot breath met hers, her heart skipped, then her senses collapsed when his lips met hers. The only thing she could see was the back of her eyelids as she let everything be overwhelmed by him. The only thing she could smell was the sweet musk that clung to his skin. The only thing she could hear was their heavy breathing. The only thing that she could taste was him as she gave him entrance to her mouth. The only things she could feel was the strength of his kiss, the powerful emotions rising within her, and the smoothness of his skin as she felt her way up his chest.
The Arishok's hand moved behind her neck, wanting to deepen the kiss. When he felt her knees weaken, his held her waist with his other arm. Every part of him wanted to take her then, but he held it all back. He wanted to savor this moment, her touch, but she pulled away.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.
"I could hurt you."
"I know, but you don't have to hold it all back. Just a little. I'm not as breakable as I look," she said before taking his lips with hers. Her kiss held more strength than his had before, which eventually drew out his own crushing strength.
A soft moan flowed past her lips as his claws tugged at her hair, which was now slightly damp from the rain. When he bit her bottom lip, her knees completely went out, but he still held her close. Slowly, he began lowering her to the ground. The wet grass soaked through her clothes, but the heat from the Arishok and herself kept her warm.
He settled between her legs after putting his mouth level with hers. His kiss was more passionate than any she'd ever had. Most men put their lust for the act into their kiss, but the Arishok was different, his lust was for her. His kiss was also the roughest, crushing against her. Nothing about it hurt; it was shear pleasure. Even when he would nip at her lip, she enjoyed all of it.
Her mouth went cold when he pulled away, but her neck went hot. Those kisses and bites had moved down her neck to the crook of her collarbone. Her hands snaked around his neck, drawing him in and pulling at his hair, which was followed by a small growl against her neck causing her to arch against him.
One of his hands made its way up her tunic. Luckily, I wore the loose one. She gasped when it found her left breast and began kneading. Whenever his claws would poke at her skin, it only heightened the pleasure she felt. The Arishok took her mouth again before she cried out when he focused on her hardened nipple.
Leaning up, he let his claws drag down her stomach and watched her bite her bottom lip. Her tunic was barely removed before his mouth descended to her neglected breast. Sicilia arched into him, wanting more. After tossing her tunic to the side, his other hand resumed it's place at her left. She felt his mouth against her own, but still felt the burn on her nipple from his biting and suckling. Another moan left her mouth when he shifted upwards, allowing his hardness to press against her burning core.
Sicilia knew he was still holding back, but she no longer cared. The Arishok was doing things the way he wanted to and she wasn't complaining. He wanted this to last for as long as it possibly could. If this was going to be the last time he would be alone with her, he wanted to burn it in his mind so that he'd never forget.
He bit at her neck again as she moaned. His erection was becoming painful to bare and she was nearing climax before either had removed pants. Stopping all movements, he kissed her for a moment before lowering himself down her body. He kissed, licked, sucked, and clawed every inch of skin between her mouth and the edge of her pants. All the while, he had been untying the closure.
As he slid the leather down, his claws grazed her hips eliciting a deep, needy moan from her. His restraint had almost been carried away with the breeze that carried away that pleasurable sound, but he continued to hold back. He had planned to all along; he would hold back until he was sure she was used to him.
Every breath she could feel against her core caused her to tremble beneath him. When his tongue finally found its way between the folds, she let out a breathy groan. His own saliva mixed with her salty sweet wetness. Sicilia spread her legs a little wider. She cried out when his bite went to the sensitive nub below. The Arishok continue to bring forth her vocalized emotions until he felt her begin to tense. Once he stopped, she growled as if to command him, but she said nothing when she saw him removing the last article of clothing.
He could wait no longer. Positioning himself at her entrance, he pressed against her slowly. Sicilia could feel herself stretching to contain him. She had known there would be pain. She was no virgin, by any means, but it was only logical because of his size that the rest of him would be just as large. However, the pain was minimal due to the speed at which he took her.
The Arishok was fully inside of her, but he waited for her response to continue. When she was comfortable, she began rolling her hips into his. She moaned as his first slow thrusts began to pick up pace. His elbows, placed above her shoulders, kept her from being moved, which only cause each thrust to be more pleasurable. Sicilia's cries became more frequent as she let her nails cut into the skin on his back.
Her hands searched for something more stable to hold on to. Their wet skin only slid against each other, his hair had fallen from her grasp, and that only left one option. Without thinking twice, she grasped each of his longest horns in her hands.
Anything the Arishok held back was gone at that moment. He growled as he pulled her off the ground with one arm and began to slam into her with all his force. Sicilia bit her lip to keep her cries from escaping and when that didn't help, she went to the next best option, his shoulder. The taste of rain, sweat, and a minor hint of copper filled her mouth as the cries of her climax could be heard over her bite. With his deep growl vibrating off her skin, the Arishok reached his as well.
As she came down from her high, she could finally feel the rain hitting her skin, hear the sounds of the forest around them, and the ocean waves hitting the coast. She let her hands fall to his back as he lowered her back to the ground.
"Is your decision the same?" The vibration of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. The Arishok moved to push the hair from her face.
"My decision is the same and it won't change," she said before pulling him in for another kiss. He felt a bit distant.
The Arishok pulled away from her, "Then I have done all that I can." He turned away from her and faced the ocean.
Sicilia smiled. She sat up and moved to her knees behind him. Wrapping her arms around his chest, she marveled at the contrast of her ivory skin to his deep grey-bronze. "What's wrong?" she asked knowing his assumption.
"I would think that obvious."
"Well, Arishok, it seems that you are the ignorant one this time," she said slyly, drawing a furrowing brow from him. With a growing smile, she elaborated, "I only said that my mind was made up. I don't remember ever saying that I wasn't going with you. You only assumed that I wasn't."