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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I found my voice in a hoarse whisper. “Look at him.”
“Yes,” Abeloec said, “he is the storm come to life.”
“I am mortal.”
I thought he smiled, but I couldn’t be certain. I could not see his face clearly, though I knew he was only a few feet in front of me.
“In this time and place, you are the Goddess, the earth to meet the strike of the sky. Does that sound like someone who is merely mortal?”
Mistral chose that moment to remind me that he was there. He bent over my body, and bit me on the back, as his body shoved inside me. The combination of the two made me push myself tighter against him. He bit me harder, and I writhed against him, trapped between his body and his mouth.
His mouth let go, and he wrapped his arms around me. His weight lay along the back of my body, in a warm, solid line. I was supporting most of his weight, for his hands played lightly over my breasts and stomach. He was inside me, but as he had done the first time, once he was in, he had stopped moving. He spoke with his face next to mine. “It has been too long. I will not last if you move like that.”
I turned my head, and he was close enough that when the light flashed in his eyes, I was blinded for a second. I closed my eyes and saw white and black explosions against my eyelids. I spoke with my eyes still closed. “I can’t help moving.”
He sighed, and didn’t so much push himself farther inside me as writhe while he was inside me. That made me writhe, and drew a sound from him that was half pleasure, half protest.
Thunder rolled through the cavern, echoing against the bare rock walls, like some gigantic drumroll that seemed to thrum across my skin.
“Hush, Meredith, quiet. If you move, I will not last.”
“How can I not move with you inside me?”
He hugged me then, and said, “So long since anyone reacted to my body.” He moved off my back, so that he was again on his knees, still with his body sheathed inside mine. But he pushed his hips against me and let me know that, bent over my body, he had not been completely sheathed inside me, because now the tip of him found the end of me, and I realized he might be too long for this position. If the man was too long, entering from behind could hurt. It didn’t hurt yet, but it held the promise of it as he pushed gently against the inner limits of my body. The thought of what he could do to me was exciting, and a little frightening. I both wanted to feel him pound himself into me, and didn’t.
I found my voice in a hoarse whisper. “Look at him.”
“Yes,” Abeloec said, “he is the storm come to life.”
“I am mortal.”
I thought he smiled, but I couldn’t be certain. I could not see his face clearly, though I knew he was only a few feet in front of me.
“In this time and place, you are the Goddess, the earth to meet the strike of the sky. Does that sound like someone who is merely mortal?”
Mistral chose that moment to remind me that he was there. He bent over my body, and bit me on the back, as his body shoved inside me. The combination of the two made me push myself tighter against him. He bit me harder, and I writhed against him, trapped between his body and his mouth.
His mouth let go, and he wrapped his arms around me. His weight lay along the back of my body, in a warm, solid line. I was supporting most of his weight, for his hands played lightly over my breasts and stomach. He was inside me, but as he had done the first time, once he was in, he had stopped moving. He spoke with his face next to mine. “It has been too long. I will not last if you move like that.”
I turned my head, and he was close enough that when the light flashed in his eyes, I was blinded for a second. I closed my eyes and saw white and black explosions against my eyelids. I spoke with my eyes still closed. “I can’t help moving.”
He sighed, and didn’t so much push himself farther inside me as writhe while he was inside me. That made me writhe, and drew a sound from him that was half pleasure, half protest.
Thunder rolled through the cavern, echoing against the bare rock walls, like some gigantic drumroll that seemed to thrum across my skin.
“Hush, Meredith, quiet. If you move, I will not last.”
“How can I not move with you inside me?”
He hugged me then, and said, “So long since anyone reacted to my body.” He moved off my back, so that he was again on his knees, still with his body sheathed inside mine. But he pushed his hips against me and let me know that, bent over my body, he had not been completely sheathed inside me, because now the tip of him found the end of me, and I realized he might be too long for this position. If the man was too long, entering from behind could hurt. It didn’t hurt yet, but it held the promise of it as he pushed gently against the inner limits of my body. The thought of what he could do to me was exciting, and a little frightening. I both wanted to feel him pound himself into me, and didn’t.