When Ileus left her, she was breathless for the want of air. He cleared a wet strand of her hair from her cheek and said, "I think I would have gone mad if I hadn't found you now." He lowered his hands to her nape and circled his mark making her shiver. Scooping the hair away from her shoulder, he bent down to kiss it. She bit her lip and clenched her thighs.
"How did you find me?" she asked in a low shaky voice.
He bent down to nibble her earlobe and then reached her mark. At first he grazed it with his fangs nearly making her cry and then he sucked them. Her need to have him inside her became so urgent that she thought that she would die. "Ah!" she gasped. When he stopped he rested his head in the crook of her neck and said, "I think that whenever you clutched the medallion with a certain emotion, it was like a call to me. I would immediately run to one of the caverns and start feeling you. You won't believe how I endlessly traveled through those time funnels only to feel your call again."
"I used to clutch the medallion whenever I was distressed and needed you." Only that she needed him every minute of the day.
His fingers went to her hips and he circled them. He kneaded them with leisure and then brought his hands to her waist. "Where did you go?"
A shaky breath left her when she felt his hands over her navel, which he circled her there lazily. "I landed on a sand dune in Zor'gan and passed out. A small boy found me and his mother took me inside. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in the palace of king Kar'den."
His hand reached further down and she stopped speaking. She waited for him to go down and her breasts became heavy in anticipation. Her nipples puckered.
"Then what happened?" he asked.
"Wh— what?" she asked as her mind stuttered. All she could feel was his fingers that slowly traveled further down. He stood in front of her and bent down to her nape where he licked her mark. She arched her body and her puckered nipples raked his chest. "Ah!" she rasped.
"Then what happened, Anastasia?" he asked.
But she had melted in his hands, under his touch and her mind scrambled. With her eyes closed, she waited for him to do more. "Then I was taken to the queen of Zor'gan, Og'drath."
He smiled against her skin. When he came back to look at her, he brushed his lips against hers. "And then?"
She wanted to tell him more about it, but how could she? Her mind was elsewhere, so damn diverted from the conversation. His hand was going lower and lower until they met her moist place. Her body arched again at his touch. "Ileus," she moaned. He circled his finger over her swollen bud, teasing her, testing her. Her body jerked in the reaction as she tried to press herself in his hands. He took his finger lower, opened her folds and caressed her there and then lower to her core.
"Yes darling?" He inserted his finger inside.
"Ah gods!" she rasped. She pressed her thighs but he wedged his thigh between hers forcing her to separate them.
"Don't deny me," he growled.
Her belly touched his erection and it was so hot. She took her hands to his shaft and tried to fist it, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing them to a rock. He moved his fingers in and out and she was dying to ride it fiercely, but the fact that she was pinned against the rock wasn't allowing her to move. The pleasure in that was mind blowing. She moved as much as she could to ride his finger. Heat coiled inside her belly like a tight welt. He increased his pace and she pressed her face against his chest and as she chased her orgasm, she didn't know how, but she bit his nipples and he hissed.
"Anastasia!" he rumpled as his heart thundered inside his ribcage. "Come for me baby. Now!"
Her muscles clenched around his finger and the heat exploded in her belly. She moaned his name again and again.
He took his finger out, left her hands and she immediately wrapped them around his neck. She pulled him towards her and their lips met with passion. She licked his tongue over his fangs and moaned in his mouth as he kissed her with equal madness. He pulled himself away from her momentarily and said, "Anastasia, you are not allowed to leave me again."
She pressed his erection and rubbed it between them in answer.
"Ana," a sharp breath wheezed out of his teeth. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him tightly. "I need you so badly," he rasped. "I have thought about a thousand ways to spend my time with you once we meet again. Now you are here, I don't know what to do with you." With those words he positioned himself beneath her and said, "But I think all I can do now is to fuck you mindlessly!" And he drove inside her.
As she felt him guiding his shaft inside her inch by inch, she sucked on the muscles of his neck that had corded. He pressed her against the rock and then captured her lips with his. She grasped onto him as if she grasped on her dear life.
He didn't know where she began and he ended. He shuddered against her. She squirmed wanting more, but he held her tightly. She didn't stop and then… he couldn't stop. He filled her, stretched her and she thought even if this were her last day to live she would happily die. Pleasure exploded inside her and she groaned. And he started to move inside her, slowly at first and then he couldn't wait. He pounded her.
Through his clenched teeth, he said, "You don't know what I would do to be there forever. I never wanted anything in my life more than you."
"Neither do I, Al," she said. She fisted his hair and then grabbed his lips. She licked his fangs again and then delved inside his mouth.
Ileus slammed inside her as if he was exploring her for the first time. His hips rolled and hit her inside to the farthest point. She moaned again and again. He wanted to possess her body and soul.
She threw her head back calling his name and hoping to make sense of things around her—the sunlight, the cracked ceiling, gold and slate wall and thin grass blades—they were just colors. Her muscles clenched around his swollen shaft. Suddenly the heat tension that had coiled inside her, unfurled. "Ileus!" she yelled his name, and he came right after her.
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After a long time, when both of them had taken a good bath, they came out and laid languidly on the floor over a towel which Ileus had magically conjured. He explained that he had concealed these things under magic, hoping that he would use them one day with her.
He had pulled her over him and played with her hair. She wanted to sleep, but he said, "The tattoos on your right arm remain?"
"What?"
