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"My love."
She looks down on him fascinated as he seems to savour her endearment, rolling it round in his mouth seeming to taste it as if it had an earthy flavour. She watches as his eyes, those brown eyes seem to become, if possible, even darker as something shifts within them. Her breath catches in her throat, as behind them she seems to glimpse a sight of another entity, one that should terrify her but only makes her feel safer. It is not unknown to her and she feel inexorably linked to it. To others it would rend and kill but to her alone shield and protect. His body feels solid, eternal pressed against her providing her the sanctuary her shattered self needs. Every nerve ending under her skin is akin to his, it is as if she can feel every fibre of him and she aches to have him slammed deep inside her. Her core spasms, as more wetness pools there. Her fingers dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders and as outside the storm thrashes out its passion, she feels the very muscles beneath, flexing, shuddering with suppressed need. Her very soul seems to cry out in triumph that this man, who is so much more than a mere man, is hers.
Yet, suddenly his large palms, which have been cupped round her buttocks, slide round and he exerts a gentle pressure onto the top of her thighs that are wrapped vice like above his hips, pushing her down the lean length of his body. She begins to struggle frantic not to break the joining of their beings but ceases immediately as his gaze seems to burn even deeper into hers. As her feet strike the floor he pulls her back into him closer than ever, his thigh between her legs, one palm shielding the brand on her back that no man has ever laid his hand on, the other cupping the side of her face his fingers pressing into her scalp with a firmness that shocks her. She braces her hands on his hips her fingers tracing the ridges of scars that her tongue and lips ache to trace.
His face fills her eyes and she can see a cacophony of emotions moving across his familiar visage.
"Vanessa I am not going to fuck you. Christ I want to. I can barely stop myself throwing you to the floor right now pushing myself inside you and fucking you so hard just to hear you scream my name, but not tonight. Be assured darlin' that I will. That I will spend days and nights fucking you against walls, over tables, laid between sheets whenever and wherever I can and you want, that I will lift your skirts at any opportunity and plunge into you until I fill your very soul, but not tonight."
She stands still, mesmerized by the sound of his voice rough and full of an emotion she never thought she was worthy to hear. The harshness of his language accosts her ears and yet she is not shocked by the words or the images that they flash into her mind, they only make her shake with even more desire. It is what is unspoken behind them that brand her heart deeper, than that which marks her flesh. She realises that this is not a rejection; he still wants her, that they will be joined in union. But tonight will not be the battle of bodies, fueling the most base, animalistic of needs that she had envisioned when she left her room earlier. Tonight will be the coming together of two souls that have been circling each other for eternity, two beings, who in their love making, could rebirth the world.
He steps back and part of her grieves for the touch of his burning skin but he does not leave her. He only sinks to his knees at her feet, his hands loosely hung at his sides. He is like a penitent before an idol and yet he is not bowed. His brown eyes shine with power as they continue to hold hers. It is she who breaks the contact she can hardly comprehend what she has unlocked within him, within herself. He presses his forehead into her abdomen and his breath warm on her skin causing her womb to contract with pleasure. She throws her head back in abandon her hands coming down onto his thick hair like a blessing and then she too steps away.
He looks up, his eyes warmer now than she has ever seen them his lips finally curved into the hint of a smile and she is undone by the beauty of him. Never has he looked so male, so strong and never has she wanted anyone more.
She holds out her hand to him. That hand that before has only snatched, scratched and torn at other men but offers him herself. He takes it in his and she can feel the callouses there, formed from gripping his guns, rough against hers, suggesting promises of pleasure against her skin. She pulls gently and he unwinds to stand before her. Her eyes never leaving the safety of his she begins to back towards the bed drawing her with him.
Her thighs find the end of the bed, the sheets feel cool against her sensitive skin and she slides down open to the heat of his burning gaze.
He stands over her his eyes as before raking her body and yet she feels no shame at his inspection, she wants to be known by him to have every inch of her mapped into his brain. And just as she is watched, she too watches him. Savoring every detail of his body, which is etched and defined in the lightning that breaks through the window. The hard chest dusted with a fine coating of hair darker than that on his head. His small nipples, darkly brown against his tanned skin. His lean stomach banded with muscles that tense and seem almost to ripple as her eyes burn him. But it is his manhood that captivates her. Although no virgin she has never seen a man fully naked and erect before her and she is stunned by the primitive power of him. The length and thickness of his shaft, the beading of moisture at its rounded tip is astonishing. Her teeth catch at her lip as she considers what it would be like to take him into her mouth and truly possess him.
"Love me Ethan."
She can bear the distance no longer she needs to feel him against her, embrace his nakedness and pleasure him for her own pleasure.
Finally he joins her on the bed tracing his fingers over her collarbone and turning his hand to glide it down between her breasts over her stomach and back in a path of fire and ice. His lips glide capture hers for a moment but before she can deepen the contact he lowers them and with exquisite gentleness runs his teeth over her collarbone biting at the delicate flesh there. His fingertips play patterns of desire over her shoulders. She shudders pushing herself against him and he lowers his head until his mouth is directly over one of her breasts her nipple peaked and wanting. She feels his wet breath puff over the aching flesh before he takes it into his mouth sucking and nipping until she hisses and his hot tongue laves the sting away. His mouth slides to the other and back again worshiping her breasts. With every touch of tongue, teeth or lips she slips deeper into the sensation of bliss. The pull on her nipples intensifies until she can feel it in her most secret of places tugging there in time to what is happening above. She gasps as the scraping of his teeth becomes more intense the pleasure fluttering between pain but his mastery of her body is such that it never becomes too much to bear. Her hands, which have been tangled in his thick hair, without her conscious thought begin to exert their own pressure downwards on his skull.
He lifts his head and she can see the change he has wrote on her body. Her nipples are peaked, deep wine red and wet with his saliva. She removes her hand from within the confines of his hair and lazily circles one of the claret nubs with her forefinger. His brown eyes now black with passion burn and she relishes the power she has over him and that he exerts over her.
A rough chuckle escapes his lips, he surges up her body and suddenly the mouth that has already almost brought her to orgasm is claiming her lips again, crushing them against his own his tongue dueling with hers and he rolls her ontop of his hard form. She melds against him flesh to flesh. His shaft is caught between her wet thighs and as she plunders the cavern of his mouth she rolls it between them. She purrs at the sensation of his deep moan into her mouth. They kiss like long accustomed lovers totally at ease with each other, caring of each other's pleasure. With a shudder she realises that his fingertips are tracing the raised abrasions of her branded back and she lifts her mouth away from his to gauge his reaction to the ruined skin he caresses with such tenderness.
"You are so beautiful, and this brand only makes you more so because it proves that you have suffered. It is the things that hurt us that cleave us together and will make us even stronger."
Gazing down into his liquid stare it is in that moment she knows that she can never leave him that he is the constant in her very existence. That she is bound to him as she is to God, wedded to the man he is and mated to that which lurks just under the surface of his humanity.
She lowers her mouth again to him, a contract sealed between man and woman, daemon and beast.
With his mouth still on hers he turns her onto her back, and at his gentle insistence her thighs open petal like and he lies in the cradle of her hips the tip of his straining shaft gently kissing her soft folds. He holds her gaze steady for a second then his eyes close as he eases inside her. She gasps as her body becomes accustomed to the sheer size of him, the pleasure ripples wave like through her as he seems to fill every part of her. She has never felt so whole, so complete, so totally at peace. He stops and captures her gaze again, she can feel his wild abandon held somehow in check, a control of iron like strength.
"Be with me darlin'."
And she is as then he starts to move inside her, familiar but so different in sensation and feeling than she has ever experience before. Her hips tilts as the rhythm increases and he slips his hands under her to support her buttocks deepening her pleasure as with every upward stroke the base of his manhood caresses that most sensitive part of her woman hood. He is everywhere, deep in her body, trapped in her heart, caged in her soul as his brown eyes pour balm into hers holding her in total thrall to him. She feels the heat flooding through her, burning her but remaking her in the furnace of his love. She raises her legs locking her feet over his thrusting back pushing her heels into his body urging him on faster as the passion and bliss blister through her in concord with the storm outside.
She can no longer recognise where she begins and he ends within the union of their bodies that flex and grind together. Her release begins to build and she can feel his control start to slip his movements becoming more erratic. The bond formed between their eyes break as she buries her head into his neck biting down as everything coalesces and she shatters screaming into a million pieces her muscles clamping down on him. Everything turns colourless as ecstasy and something purer than pain collide and she is totally lost within this man who at the moment of his release cries out her name like a benediction.
She does not know how long she floats between the worlds but deep in her consciousness she knows that she remains confined and safe, and that which has hurt her before has, in those long moments of pleasure been banished.
Slowly she becomes aware of a fluttering brush against her face, the sensation of roughened skin against her cheekbones. Her eyelids struggle to open to be confronted by eternal brown eyes, those brown eyes that now know her completely.
His breathing is ragged sounding like has battled for eons but his voice is soft in her ears as he renews his vow to her,
"I'm with you."
"And I with you Ethan."