Running her tongue across his neck, she felt the smooth skin and a purely male essence washing over her taste buds. Fire rushed through her and gave her the strength to finally lift her hand and grip what was pressed against her mouth. She could feel everything, sense what was around her, but she wasn’t controlling her actions. It was like she was locked in a dream, like she was running but not moving. It was the strangest feeling, to know what you wanted to do, but have no control over it.
She ripped her mouth away and took a great lungful of air. The warmth had intensified inside of her and the pleasure-filled hum it had provided earlier was slowly dwindling. Clawing her fingers against the cold ground, she felt dirt embedding itself under her nails. The burn was intensifying, every organ in her body screaming for release. She couldn’t scream, no matter how much she wanted to. She wanted to yell for someone in particular, someone that she cared about dearly, but she couldn’t remember who. Curling herself into a ball, she hoped the new position would ease her pain, but all it did was intensify it. Her insides started to cramp, twist and throb. That was when sound finally came out of her, a small scream that didn’t even project what she was actually feeling.
“Oh, please, make it stop.” Her body suddenly became her own again. Every little sound and smell around her was amplified.
“Shhh, my love, be still. Soon it will be over, so very soon.”
That voice, his voice, seemed to penetrate the pain and give her some semblance of calm. Gaijryc, he was who she had wanted to call out for, he was who she wanted to hold her and tell her everything was okay. “What’s happening to me?” Another sharp, intense cramp wracked her insides. She rolled onto her side and held her stomach in pain.
“You’re going through the change.”
She didn’t know who spoke to her, couldn’t even remember anything before the pain wracking her body. “Help me. Please, make the pain stop.” All at once she recognized the voice that spoke to her.
Gaijryc.
He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. His hand ran over her hair and face as he whispered soft words that soothed her. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, every cramp more intense than the last. When she didn’t think she could take it anymore, her whole body started to hum with energy. At that moment, Helina pictured a light bulb, how it grew so incredibly bright before it blew. She felt like that, like her body was going to explode, like the light inside of her was about to be extinguished forever.
Screaming so loud her ears rang, she waited for the end to come. In the next instant everything became so eerily silent she thought she had died. Slowly she opened her eyes, her first vision that of the crystal clear evening sky. The moon was high, millions of tiny stars sprinkled through the black backdrop. Everything was so clear, in such definition it was remarkable.
Sound rushed back into her with such force she sucked in air. It shocked her how loud everything was. Helina heard everything, the trees swaying to the wind, the leaves blowing against the thick trunks. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes as the scents of her surroundings washed through her. The crisp smell of pine invaded her senses and the decaying scent of leaves surrounded her. The sound of rushing water echoed, vibrating inside of her.
She turned her head, aware of a heart beating close to her ear. Glancing up, she saw Gaijryc, a wondrous expression crossing his strong, masculine features. His hand smoothed down the side of her face, the feeling so incredible Helina closed her eyes. Every line in his hand, every callus on his fingers smoothed over her flesh. It was an intense feeling, an almost orgasmic sensation. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered and opened her eyes, watching as a smile tugged at his lips.
“God, you are so beautiful.” He leaned close to her, his eyes closing as he inhaled deeply. “You smell even better, so delicious and sweet.”
She pulled myself out of his arms and sat in front of him. He was on his knees, his posture easy, relaxed. They stared at each other, his expression full of hesitation, hers full of curiosity. Everything seemed so new and different. She lifted her hand toward him slowly, afraid that he might pull away. Running her fingers along his cheek, she absorbed the sensation of the rough stubble that marred his perfectly sculpted features. The feeling was heady, intoxicating.
Leaning in, she inhaled deeply, taking in his very essence. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, her nipples beading and her insides coming alive with need. The feelings inside of her were instantaneous, so potent she couldn’t control herself. She leaned all the way in, letting her lips smooth across his. He moaned against her mouth and his hands gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She spread her legs, letting her sex rub along his jean-clad erection. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him back so he was forced to lie down. She felt stronger, like there was an immense strength in the very tips of her fingers.