Chapter VIII: Surrender

Without another word, Maul slid his trousers from his muscular hips.

She watched carefully from her position, tracing the hard V of his pelvis hungrily with her eyes. The thrill that rushed through her body upon seeing his freed thickness in the dark made her bite her lip. His body was immaculate. It was as if each tendon had been chiseled from stone with the finest precision. She sat upright immediately, ignoring her aching body in order to caress his well-sculpted frame with her own two hands.

Before she could graze his hard, solid muscle, he arrested her wrists and fastened them securely above her head, rendering her immobile. She writhed beneath him, quivering at the sensation of his length resting near her thigh. Her body was ready for his immersion, every cell she possessed pleaded for the promise of his fullness, but the Zabrak refrained despite his throbbing groin. Instead, he tightened his grip on her wrists and captured one succulent breast between his teeth.

She jerked, a low, pleading moan emerging from her throat as the tip of his tongue rounded the very precipice of her tender nipple. He held her breast tightly in his hand, and with the other, released her confined wrists and smoothed his palm down her soft flesh until he felt her wetness on his fingers. The sensation made him groan, her readiness taunting him with the promise of what was to come. Her faint cries grew as his tongue traveled lavishly from her nipples, now sore from his skillful mouth, to her throat. He bit down on the soft flesh, nipping harder when she arched herself forward to meet his fingers.

Tauntingly, the Zabrak established a smooth rhythm with two of his digits. He propped himself above her, using his free arm as an anchor. From this angle, he could observe her fully. The way she responded to his touch drove him mad. Her soft moans, the sudden cries, the way her hips responded so deliberately to his movements. The Sith felt himself coming unhinged. Leaning down, he positioned himself above her ear, whispering in a dangerously low voice, "How does it feel?"

Her response was a perfect breathless jumble of indistinguishable words. She was at his mercy and he knew this. Softly, he bit at her sensitive lobe and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her wetness on his fingertips. Warm, heavy breaths caressed the base of her ear as he detailed in quiet whispers how he would fill her. His words made her shudder and she answered his dark promises with soft, breathless pleas. She wished he would devour her, completely.

Unable to suppress his desire to mate her any longer, Maul bowed. To go another moment without sliding inside of her would have been equivalent to death. With one arm, he pulled her towards his hip where he lingered at the edge of the bed, allowing her to feel how affected he was by her body. She gasped, gazing up at the Zabrak, dizzy and raw with desire. His golden irises mirrored her own. With one solid push, Maul leaned forward and ended their torture.

Iyleesi cried out, arching her svelte body at the fullness. Maul was just as affected as she. The Zabrak threw his head back, suppressing a moan deep in his throat at the sudden tightness. Wasting no time, he began gifting her body with slow, solid strokes. Each measured thrust produced a pleading moan from her lips. Slanting forward, he anchored his arms on either side of her body and rocked their hips together more deeply. She sighed with each collision, relishing the sounds their flesh made together. Above her, his flaxen eyes met her own with each stroke. The intensity in his gaze melted her further as a mounting pressure built insider her. Only the ceaseless slam of his hips could ease it.

Maul thought she felt incredible, if not perfect. Still, he needed more of her. He quickened their pace, securing his large hands on either side of her hips as he brought her down hard on his cock. Her cries grew louder as he became more relentless, more needy. His grip around her hips grew violent and pain mingled with pleasure. It was delicious, and she came without warning around him. The tightening of her body combined with the sounds that escaped her she met her end triggered his own. He moaned audibly and clenched his teeth, thrusting into her once more before pulling himself out and finishing above her pelvic bone. As the pulsation from his orgasm dwindled, he collapsed beside her.

For several seconds, stillness descended upon the room.

Iyleesi was breathless from her sudden release. She reeled in the darkness, a soft smile coloring her features as she savored the feeling. Her whole body felt light, as if she were floating in warm, shallow waters. Remembering the Zabrak, she tilted her face towards Maul, capturing his gaze with her own. His eyes were vibrant in the twilight of the bedroom, like primrose upon freshly planted soil. Affected by his beauty, Iyleesi drew an unflinching palm down the length of his tattooed cheek. As he relaxed into her touch, she realized he had never looked so vulnerable. She loved him in that moment.

"Did I hurt you?" He uttered suddenly, his velvety voice somewhat hoarse.

Iyleesi chose to ignore the question, instead seizing his hand and pressing it to her breast bone.

"Do you feel that?" She whispered gingerly. The soft pump of her heart reverberated through Maul's fingers. The pace was rapid beneath her warm flesh. "It happens whenever you are near me. For the longest time I did not understand why." She released him softly, watching his gaze travel from his palm, back to her eyes.

"Tell me," he commanded gently.

For a moment, Iyleesi held her breath. Then, she shook her head. The lingering smile faded from her lips.

"It would kill me to speak those words to you." She drifted closer to the Sith's face. He watched her motionlessly as the woman brushed her lips against his. She tasted sweet against his mouth. Pulling away, Iyleesi held his gaze once more. "You would never understand."

A nearly imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You confuse understanding with reciprocation."

The familiar coolness, of which she was so accustomed, returned abruptly to his voice. It lingered icily on that final word. The change startled her, and she released an unsteady breath.

"No, don't leave me yet," she whispered, her voice cracking. Maul did not immediately understand what she meant. "Let me have you this way for just a moment longer." Warmth rolled down her cheek, traveling from her chestnut eyes and trickling down her jaw. "Please, don't go."

Her silent tears quickly turned to hushed sobs. Trembling arrested her shoulders as she tried to quiet her cries. The woman's sudden display of emotion softened the Sith, and he allowed himself to mellow once more. He felt her fear, it was poignant as she wept. The taste was one he often enjoyed, but not that night.

Wordlessly, Maul pulled the woman closer to his chest. Her shuddering body immediately relaxed beneath his thickly muscled arms. Once her breathing steadied, she pressed herself further into his body, savoring the feeling of his hard, naked flesh against her own unclothed skin. As she laid against him, she mourned the man she had come to know that night. His unguarded eyes and gentle touch would haunt her forever.

"You asked me earlier," she began suddenly, speaking into crook of his neck, "if you hurt me." Softly, she began to trace the intricate design on his crimson chest with the tips of her fingers. "You have done nothing but hurt me. You must know this." She felt him stiffen around her, and worried for a moment that her words had angered him. Cautiously, she began again, her voice more gentle. "At the same time, I only feel joy when I am near you."

Tilting her head forward, she kissed the flesh of his rose-colored neck. Once, then again, then once more. The Sith's breath piqued as the pleasant sensation rippled through his body. Placing her hand on his jaw, she pulled away from from his chest, demanding the Zabrak's attention. The familiar heat pooled once more between her thighs as she lost herself within the deep amber of his eyes.

"Maul," she pleaded, speaking his name. "Take me again."

Their stares lingered a moment before he sat upright, snatching her and placing her in his lap. An excited, breathy giggle left her lips as she steadied herself above him, straddling his hips. Her laugh quickly melted into a soft moan as their bodies met. Iyleesi wrapped her arms around his neck, moving more completely above his hips until he was submerged between her thighs once more. She threw her head back with a sigh, her long, wavy locks swaying behind the small of her back. The Zabrak hissed in pleasure as his palms found their place above her hip bones.

As, their bodies danced again in shadows of the dark room, Iyleesi wondered if she would ever see this side of the Zabrak again.

AN: Readers, I'm seriously always so touched by your kind words. I know it has been ages, writing is difficult amongst graduate school duties, but every time I receive one of your reviews in my email it motivates me. I've been writing this chapter in between research and teaching duties, and I do hope you all enjoyed it. Also, thanks to Edit Nykes for the lovely fan art of Iyleesi and Maul. I will never give up on this fiction until it's finished. I promise, all! Anyways, now that the sappiness is out of the way, I do apologize for leaving you all on such a sultry cliffhanger for so long, heh. I hope it was satisfying! Until next time.