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Story: Heaven's Guard
By Storm DeVille
Oil glistened on his skin, showing trails where their love had rubbed him smooth; he was bronzed, buff and satin, the affect on the senses intoxicating to the one who lay amidst rumpled sheets.
Wait a minute, baby...
Long sweep of inked hair fell forward, obscuring his chiseled face from her gaze. His movements were sleek, leashed power beneath corded muscle, reminding her of both the passion and tenderness he had shown her during their long hours together.
Stay with me awhile.
The words, were not her own, and yet they were, sticking in throat and mind like overly warm honey, dripping down in to silence.
He had warned her of the dangers of their coming together, had told her of the light, had hinted at more, but now as the fire of longing gnawed in her belly, reaching long, tenuous fingers ever lower, her head pounded with the realization that he had never intended for this to happen.
Unable to give voice to the words that all but choked her, she reached out, slender fingers lightly brushing his arm.
His dark eyes lifted to meet her stare, reflecting a myriad of things he would never discuss with her. He was not unmoved by the hours they had spent in each others' arms, for that matter his traitorous body was still showing signs of his arousal.
Then, a shimmer of something passed over his eyes, a softening that warned of emotions he could ill afford.
"Asha, close your eyes," he let out thickly. "Lie down and go to sleep. Try to forget all about this night. It never happened."
Her breath caught sharply in her throat, the sting of the words hitting her like a slap in the face. His own breath expelled harshly. For a intense moment, he steeled himself against the pleas her eyes made, the soft inviting curves of her bare breasts as the low lighting played over them, making them far more tempting that they had a right to be.
Asha held very still, seeing that he was torn. At last, she reluctantly lifted her hand from his arm, feeling a sudden chill at the lack of contact.
She could hear her own heartbeats pounding in her head, she could almost hear his in the suffocating quiet.
Valen groaned, dropping his clothes and turning. His hands drifted over her curves again, relearning the planes and rises of her body, seeking the secrets that she had bared to him throughout the night.
"I need you," he whispered, choked on his own weakness and desire, never having expected such a reaction to her, not to anyone.
It was so easy to welcome him, sinking back against the tumbled bedding, arms open and warm, her mouth eagerly meeting his in a ravenous kiss of dueling tongues and sweet, low groans. Her hips rose to tease him of their own volition, her instincts kicking in as thoughts fled, and passion rose.
Oils rubbed between them, spreading and warming, making his entrance even more sleek than it had been before. Her gasp filled his mouth as he thrust deeply, remembering that hot, tight feel of wet silk clinging and clutching, his hips falling into a rhythm old as time as he reclaimed what a feral streak in him demanded was his to take.
Long legs slid against him, hugging and teasing before wrapping around his back, eager to drag him deeper into her hungering body. Rise, fall, push, pull their bodies moved against the other in timeless battle for fulfillment.
Asha savored the heat of him filling her, touching the depths of her with no hesitation, and yet there was still that odd tenderness that nearly broke her heart with its beauty.
Valen tightened his hold on her, possessing and protecting as he pushed as deeply as he could, then withdrew to plunge again and again. He could smell her, taste her, could feel the tremors of her orgasm rising swiftly as his own teased him, determined to make him wait for release.
Eyes flashing up at him, Asha nudged him onto his back, changing their positions as she rode him, tearing her mouth free and tossing her head back as she screamed her pleasure.
Valen came on the heels of that, his mind blanking as a wash of sensation drowned out his every thought. Reeling from such intensity, he sank in to momentary unconsciousness.
Tired, heavy lids slowly rose, his hazy eyes seeking the lovely vision that had fallen across him, her breathing ragged, her tumble of dark golden hair streaked with his sweat and hers, their mingled scents filling his nostrils as he breathed deeply, knowing what this moment of letting his guard down could cost him.
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