"Darian..." Even to her own ears, her voice sounded strained.
"I bet you never took the time to explore every inch of your own body. How could you? Did you ever stop to appreciate the way your body changes as it prepares itself for loving?"
She shook her head. Her insides were shaking. All she wanted was for him to drive into her as fast and as hard as he could. She needed him desperately. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together.
"Are you imagining what I will do to you? You saw my cock when I was getting dressed. Are you wondering what it looks like hard and dripping for you?" His voice came from her left. He was circling the bed.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Yes."
With the lightest of touches, she felt his fingers at her hips as he pulled down her panties.
"You wanted to give me a reason to live, and now I have one. Fate has given me my own piece of heaven, and I will guard it ferociously." He spread her legs and she nearly came unglued when she felt his tongue slip between her folds and nibble her gently.
"You taste like the sweetest of nectars. If we could stop time, would you let me stay right here? I could feast on you for hours and never get enough." He began deliberate strokes over her clit, pushing her climb toward madness.
"Darian! Please! Don't tease me anymore," she begged.
She felt his body move between her legs as his hands slipped under her body to release the clasp on her bra. He pulled it from her body, exposing her breasts.
"How can one woman be so perfect?" His voice was louder now that he was closer.
His hot mouth wrapped around her nipple, and he tugged and twisted mercilessly. When his hand reached between their bodies to circle her clit, she cried out and bucked against him wanting more, needing more.
"Open your eyes, my love," he whispered.
Her eyes flew open to see him leaning over her, his lavender eyes bright.
"My love?"
"How could I not love the crazy female who kneed me to prove that I wouldn't hurt her? How could I not love the woman who is willing to descend into hell rather than lose me? I have so very little to offer you, not even a certain future, and you give to me at every turn--your trust, your faith, your body. How could I not love you?" He buried his face between her neck and her shoulder.
"I've loved you for so long," she sobbed. It felt like a dream having him here with her. She wrapped her arms around his head and her legs around his waist. She would never let him go.
He pulled back to look down at her. "I wish I could give you more."
She sniffed and let her tears fall over her temples. "All I have ever wanted was you."
"I don't deserve you."
She began to protest, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. "I don't. I know this. But Goddess willing, I will have enough time on this Earth to make up for the sadness I have caused you."
"I wish I had found you a month ago," she whispered.
When he realized she was referring to her conception cycle, his eyes filled with tears. "I can do no less than try to hold on for the next year. Nothing could honor me more than for you to have my child."
"I'll hold you to that, princess." She smiled.
His eyes danced, and he leaned down to nip her collarbone, making her laugh. "We need to talk about this nickname you've given me."
"I like it." She grinned.
"You need a nickname, too, then," he said, kissing her neck.
She sighed. "I have one."
He pulled back and looked down at her. "What is it?"
She shook her head. "Nope, I'm never telling you. I'll never hear the end of it."
His smile was wicked. "I'll find out." He reached down, and seconds later, she felt him begin to push inside of her. She lifted her hips to end his slow impalement. He kept eye contact and chuckled. "None of that. You've been in control all your life; it's my turn."
Inch by inch, as he stretched her, she realized two things: One: Sex toys couldn't compare to the heated flesh that she felt. Two: She should have been using larger toys. She was just about to tell him to stop when her body stretched again, accommodating his size. She breathed out a sigh of relief.
His eyes were filled with concern. "Are you well? Should I stop?"
"You stop and I'll kill you. Just give me a second to adjust."
His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and he kissed the tip of her nose. "Trust me?"
She nodded. He took her at her word. He leaned down and bit her neck as he plunged deep into her. The pain from the bite turned the burning sensation from his stretching her into pleasure, and her body short-circuited between the pain and pleasure.
"Gods! Yes! More, Gods, more!"
With a deliberate rhythm, he worked his body in and out of hers, each thrust causing them both to cry out. She had never felt so strung out like this. The time he spent not touching her had built up her desire to unimaginable proportions. Each time he didn't touch her intensified a hundred fold the times he did.