Zabina
I miss my life. My freedom. My forest, my cabin, the silence broken only by birds and the wind through the trees.
Stema left an hour ago. Sleep is already overtaking me. I'm in his bed, wrapped in a nearly transparent robe she gave me with a knowing smile. The fabric is so thin it clings to my skin. I should feel shame. I should resist. But I want this. I want it so much that just imagining it makes me wet between my legs.
I lean back against the black silk pillows, and sleep claims me.
I open my eyes to feel his warmth.
Abisai is over me, half-naked, his muscles tense and gleaming in the dim light of the torches. His large, hot body covers me almost completely.
"Abisai..." I whisper.
"Did I make you wait too long?"
"I'm hungry," I say just to say something.
Silly.
My nerves have betrayed me.
"Stema didn't bring you food?"
"We ate together, but it was so good I was left wanting more."
"Why didn't you ask for seconds?"
I pout.
"I didn't know I could."
He pinches my nose with a smile.
"I'll have more of that dinner brought to you."
"But it's the middle of the night."
"Wait here."
He gets up and walks to the door.
He's only wearing pants tied at his waist.
When he returns, he stays at the foot of the bed and crosses his arms, then notices what I'm wearing. His breathing quickens.
"Stema told me I should wear it," I say shyly.
When there's a knock at the door, Abisai steps away, and I cover myself with a blanket. My breathing quickens.
I get up and walk to him. He's left the tray on the table. He lights the candelabra and turns to me.
His eyes burn me.
I lower my eyes, my cheeks red.
I look up, and he's still there. Unsure if he's letting me eat or if he's going to devour me. And I'm crazy because I want him to make me his.
He pulls out the chair by inertia.
"Come eat," he says with a mischievous smile.
I let out a laugh and walk to the chair. I settle in without looking at him too much.
He sits across from me, trying to keep his eyes on my face and not my breasts.
I bring the plate closer and begin to eat under his gaze. I press my legs together at the fire growing between them.
The silence is heavy.
Neither of us breaks it. I eat slowly. I take my time because my nerves have failed me, and I have no idea how to seduce a man. I'd give anything to know what he's thinking. I take the cup and drink the wine.
He stands, and my heart pounds violently.
He takes the cup from my hands, and our gazes meet.
"Tell me I'm wrong, but... are you doing this on purpose?"
I start coughing and cover my mouth when the smile escapes me.
"It's just that I'm nervous," I say at last.
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet.
His hand circles my waist and pulls me against him. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I gasp.
"Don't be afraid..."
"I'm not... afraid..." I sigh and close my eyes.
He kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine as if he wants to taste me completely. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We don't stop kissing.
We fall onto the bed between gasps.
One hand supports him on the mattress beside my head; the other slides down my thigh with torturous patience, lifting the robe to my waist. His fingers grip my hip possessively, and he removes the garment with one fluid motion.
I'm completely naked beneath him.
My cheeks burn as his eyes travel over my body slowly, as if he wants to memorize every curve, every shadow, every reaction.
"What have you done to me?" he whispers. "You're so beautiful, Zabina."
I smile.
His large hand covers one of my breasts, caressing it with his thumb, hardening the nipple until it aches with pleasure. Then he leans down. His hot mouth closes around it. He sucks hard, licking it, nibbling it gently. The gem on my chest glows intensely, but he doesn't even look at it. He just devours me.
I arch against him as pleasure courses through me in hot waves. A long, broken moan escapes my throat.
His mouth moves down my stomach, leaving a wet trail of kisses and soft bites that make me tremble. He parts my trembling legs and I bring my hands to my mouth when his tongue touches me right there, at the center of my heat.
"Abisai..." I moan, choked. "Stop... it's... too much... ah..."
I cling to the pillow.
He doesn't stop. He tortures me with his mouth. His hands hold my thighs firmly, opening me more for him. The pleasure is so intense that I writhe, but he keeps me exactly where he wants me, dominating me with every lick, every suck.
I feel everything. Every wet brush, every press of his tongue, every time he sucks my clit harder. My hips move on their own against his mouth. I'm soaked, trembling, moaning his name.
When he has me undone, gasping and on the edge of the abyss, he rises. I feel his hard, thick, hot erection pressing against my soaked entrance.
I close my eyes.
"Relax," he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck. "Breathe, my dragon. I want to feel you take all of me."
He begins to press. Centimeter by centimeter. He opens me for him. The sensation is overwhelming: painful, delicious, I'm too full. I feel every vein, every pulse of his member as he stretches me. Tears escape on their own.
"Ah... Abisai..." I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders.
He stops for a second, kissing me tenderly while his body trembles with restraint.
"You're so tight... so hot..." he murmurs against my lips. "Look at me."
I open my eyes. His are fixed on me, full of desire.
He begins to move with agonizing slowness. Each thrust is deep, controlled, as if he wants me to feel every centimeter of him entering and leaving me. I cling to his back, sounds escaping my throat on their own, and he swallows them with hungry kisses.
"I like you so much, Zabina," he whispers in my ear without stopping. "Too much. You don't know what you do to me..."
"Abisai... I..." I can barely form words.
"Don't hold back," he orders softly, speeding up just a little. "I want to hear you. I want to feel you come around me."
The climax engulfs me suddenly. My body arches violently against his. The gem on my chest glows with blinding silver light as the orgasm courses through me like liquid fire. I moan his name over and over, clenching around him. My legs wrap around his waist as I plunge into this hell I know I'll be trapped in.
Abisai buries his nose in my neck and thrusts one last time, spilling inside me with a groan of pleasure as his body trembles over mine.
We kiss until we lose consciousness. Until he grows hard inside me again.
"Aah..."
He begins to move again. His breathing is ragged.
"So much trouble... for this," he whispers, almost to himself, as his thumb brushes the silver stone that pulses gently. "And yet, all I want is you."
He speeds up, and I see stars.
The sound of our bodies colliding and my moans fills everything around us.
An hour later, I'm lying against his chest. He caresses my back and kisses my forehead with a tenderness that contrasts with the wild passion from moments ago.
"Sleep, my white dragon," he murmurs against my hair. "Tomorrow we have a meeting with Priest Vacul."
I close my eyes, exhausted, satisfied, and terrified all at once.
Because in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and his scent, for the first time in my life... I don't want to run. I want to stay by his side.
"Abisai."
"Mmm."
"I love you."
He smiles, and for me, it's the best answer.