Page 8 of The Ivory King

His words fell off as I moved closer, so close that I could touch him. I ran a hand over his chest. He heaved a mighty exhalation that ruffled my loose hair.

“Do not be anything but the man who loves me,” I whispered as my palm came to rest over his firm left pectoral. “I feel your heart gallops just as mine does.” I took one of his hands, rough and large, and situated it over my chest. “I have loved you since my fifteenth season, V’alor. No other has this effect on me, nor ever will.”

“You do not know this, Aelir. Someday you shall have to wed to produce an heir.” His fingers moved over my flesh, pressing into the pectoral, as the subtle firelight from the scented brazier in the corner cast us in shades of the softest honeysuckle.

“That is years away. Umeris shall outlive us all.” I stepped closer until my chest rested on his. I looked up, sending my hair sliding over my shoulder to tickle my ass cheeks.

“I wish you did not look upon me that way,” he coughed out as his free hand found its way into my hair. “I should not have come to you in the night. I cannot keep my hands from you when you gaze upon me with such emotion.”

“I long to have your hands on me,” I breathlessly replied, rising to my toes to press my lips to the corner of his tight lips. A guttural sound rumbled out of him. He turned his chin. His lips captured mine as his hand fisted in my hair. I clung to him like a night rose vine to a castle wall. His lips were soft yet demanding. I opened much like the night rose does the moth. His tongue swept mine as he tugged gently on my hair, tipping my head back slightly, and I lapped at his mouth. “Yes, yes,” I panted as he ran his lips down to my throat. I wrapped my arms around him, arching higher into the embrace, letting my head fall to the side. “Kiss me there. Kiss me everywhere.”

“Your skin is like blue poppy,” he mumbled against my throat. He shook free of my hand to cup my buttock. “One tasteis not enough.” He nipped at my ear. I shuddered wantonly, my hands roaming up under the loose tunic tofinallydance over his wide, strong back.

“I pray you stay forever addicted,” I replied and got a hot chuckle which turned into a long suckling bite that sent shivers down my spine and hot fingerlings of lust to my balls.

“Aelir…”

I nearly came. My cock ached, so I rolled my hips. My prick ground into his pelvic bone. A rumble rolled out of him as he aligned us neatly, his long thick shaft next to mine. A madness of the blood broke free inside me. My words became slurred, my eyelids sluggish, my bones pliable. I was his. Now. Tomorrow. Always.

“Take me to bed, breech me, fill me with your cock, then your seed,” I whimpered as he held me in place so tightly to him that I could feel the pulse of his cock through his trousers.

“I should not breech you,” he said, but his fingers on my ass were already questing between my cheeks. I lifted my leg to give him access to my hole. With a grunt, he found my opening. I cried out, my cock kicking as I coated his hip with hot ropes of semen. He bit down on my neck, then kissed the tender spot as I trembled in his hold. I stayed in his embrace, draped over him like a wet capelet, until he hoisted me from my feet.

I buried my face into the meat of his shoulder, using my teeth to tug at the loose collar of his shirt so I could gather the small droplets of sweat that were forming. His skin tasted of soap, man, and woodsmoke.

He placed me on the large bed, wary to avoid hitting the canopy with his head. The curtains surrounding the bed were thin pale blue. They would afford no privacy but would keep the bloodsucking mosquitoes that called the bogs home from draining a person dry while they slept.

I lay back, spent but eager for more. My gaze roamed over him as he stood between my legs, his expression one of great confusion. I smiled at him as I moved my foot from his hip to the front of his breeches. He gasped when I rubbed at his erection with the ball of my foot.

“I think you should breech me this night, V’alor, and every night that follows. I think you should use this fat cock of yours as well as your fingers and tongue, and I shall do the same for you.”

His sternness faded slightly. “Where did you learn how to speak like that?” I opened my mouth to reply. He held up a hand. “I retract my query. Tezen has taught you far too many things in her time as part of your band of chosen guardians. I will have to add another month to her latrine duty for teaching you such wicked things.”

“You shall do no such thing, for I have learned from others as well as her. Do you not wish to sink into me?” I took hold of my balls. His nostrils flared.

“Whether I wish to or not is not of consequence,” he replied, his sight locked on my fingers rolling my stones. He did not remove my foot from his stiff prick, so I continued kneading it with my foot. “We have done nothing that cannot be undone yet.”

Feeling him pulling back, I sat up, my balls forgotten, and my foot fell to the floor as I reached for the laces of his britches. A strong hand snapped around my wrist. Not painfully, never painfully, but firmly.

“Aelir, this is ill-advised,” he warned. I looked from the large tent in his trousers to him.

“No, it is not. It is what our hearts have wanted for far too long. Let me touch you, taste you, take you deep inside me. Let us love each other, V’alor. Surely nothing bad can ever come from two hearts that beat as one coming together.”

I watched the fight leave him then. This strong warrior removed his shirt with a tug that ripped some of the stitching, then flung it to the floor. When I went to free his prick, he took my hands in one of his and leaned down to steal a slick kiss. Then another.

“Let me touch you,” I panted as he pressed me back into the mattress, his legs fitting between my thighs perfectly.

“If you so much as look upon my cock, I shall embarrass myself,” he confessed, then held me down. We sank into the down bedding. My ankles were now hooked behind his ass, my hair fanned out under me, and my sight locked with his. “Of all the men in Melowynn, why did my traitorous heart choose the male I am blood-sworn to protect against all harm?”

“Do you intend to harm me, V’alor?” I asked, moving my hands over smooth skin and then firm chest muscles. “Know that I am not ignorant as to the ways of making love. I have bedded—”

“I do not wish to know whom you have bedded,” he growled as he held himself above me, thick biceps flexed. “For if you say either name of those slatternly Mossbell twins, I am not certain I will not suss them out of the whoring taking place downstairs and punch them in their noses much as I did Riley.”

I laughed lightly as my fingers slid down his belly to dip inside his trousers. This time he did not stop my curious hand when it found and then wrapped around his cock.

“Who is this Riley you speak of?” I asked and got a tiny little smile before he captured my mouth with his. His lips carried me to a different place, far away from Melowynn, where it was only V’alor and myself among the stars.

When I freed him from his trousers, he kicked them off, his reticence about our future as lovers dissipating with each caress. Would he revisit his worries come the morning light? I had no doubt. That was the kind of man he was. Did I feel regret atluring him into my arms? No. Yes. Perhaps a small bit, but when I handed him a small glass vial with a softly scented lubricant and saw his pupils swallow the dark ash coloring of his eyes, I could feel nothing but the rightness of us. He toyed with my opening as stroked his cock, thumbing the precum from him and smearing it over his shaft.

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