(Amaia)
(Slight NSFW Content)
Why on earth will he say sothing like that? His apprehensions are so clear.
He appears so sure and confident. The tough warrior, the divine hero who lets his scythe talk. Nothing can faze him and yet here he is, so vulnerable, at my rcy.
With eyes closed, breathing irregular, body lax almost slumped over . Face a mixture of pain and suffering.
My hands, he lets go, so I place them on his fallen face.
"Saiph?" I slowly call him and he opens his gorgeous but saddened eyes. They find .
I know his thod was wrong but I understand why he did what he did–why he was afraid to tell the truth. Why he still is.
"You are important to , as important as the others. You saved my life, and you stayed with whenever I was in pain. No one is going to separate us." With that, I rge my lips softly with his, giving him an assuring kiss, ant to show him I care.
Without an effort, his hands reach down to my hips, and he hikes up, wrapping my legs around his naked waist.
My core rubs against him as he deepens the kiss once again, carrying to my bed.
My body slightly bounces as he lays down and climbs over . Pushing my shirt up, he exposes my perked up breasts to his ravenous eyes.
A fondness glazes his eyes while embarrassnt floods at the intensity he holds.
"Your breasts are so soft like pillows. I love sleeping between them," he shalessly says, making my cheeks redder by the second. As Zille, he always sits on my chest, he uses them as his personal pillow.
"I know. You have no sha," I hardly whisper, watching him struggle to control himself.
"No woman compares to you or will ever do from this point on," he declares. His thumb and pointer finger grab my nipple and slowly twist it.
I don’t know where a wave of jealousy cos from and drowns in its wake.
"How many won have you been with?" I question, startling him.
An amusent passes over his face at my sudden question. A sharp tug he gives my nipple. "Why?"
"Just curious," I try not to sound like a jealous woman.
Wickedness tugs at the side of his lips. The smart ass man knows I am simring with jealousy.
"Plenty. I never intended to find a mate. My life is complicated Amaia. I didn’t wish for soone to suffer because of or being with ," he says heavily.
Letting go of my pebbled nipple, he places his head between my breasts and lies down on . His hands go around my waist, hugging to himself.
Did I ask the wrong question?
I understand that being the Queen’s guard cos with utmost responsibility. He has to put her and her family’s life first and not care about his.
I have witnessed that firsthand. Is that why he is afraid of forming a relationship and wasn’t keen on finding his mate?
"Then why ? What changed?" My hands weave through his short hair which has been combed back.
"You are special. Believe when I say this that I try to stay away from you. Don’t breathe in this scent that exudes from every pore of your skin and drives crazy. But I fail, miserably."
My hands press him further into my chest as if I am trying to hide him away from all the responsibilities he needs to carry on his shoulders.
"Don’t try to stay away from . Alnitak and Mintaka are in a hyper state because they have recently recognised the mate bond. Once they settle, I will inform them myself."
But, Saiph shakes his head. His lips rub between the valley of breasts, invoking sweet feelings in .
"No, don’t tell anyone about us. Promise you won’t tell anyone, Amaia." Lifting his head slightly he places his chin in the soft spot and watches with a silent plea.
Why is he so afraid of others knowing about us?
Secrets between mates don’t remain for long especially when soone has more than one mate. Today is the classic example of that.
"Why?" I ask but he stays quiet, just watching with that vulnerability I haven’t seen him show to anyone else.
"Promise while my face is on your heart."
I give up, and with a small sigh, I agree. Maybe I can change his mind later but for now, he can have his wish.
"I promise." That eases his tensed body.
"Ti to feast on my mate then. Close your eyes, Amaia and just feel . You need to cum too."
Sliding his hand against my eyes he makes close them. His sumptuous lips find my raised nipple and he swallows it into his hungry, wet mouth.
Saiph sucks with just the right amount of force, not too harsh to make it painful and not too light that I feel nothing. It’s the exact tug needed to stimulate my mind and body.
"Haww!" I let out a small hefty sound of being pleasured.
Like an expert, he continues from one nipple to the other. He just doesn’t lick and nip them. Saiph worships them, taking his ti, not to rush but instead to provide pleasure, an endless amount of pleasure.
I am lost in a sea of madness, my legs thrash from how stimulated my body has beco. The softness between my legs leaks continually, but Saiph doesn’t let go of my breasts until every ounce of energy leaves , and I can’t even move.
"I love these sounds you make when I stimulate your body." He collects in his arms while I can’t even keep my eyes open.
"...emm!" I try to mumble, but he hides in his big, broad chest.
"Sleep. I will clean you up. But, tomorrow I am going to put you through rigorous training. Don’t think, I will go easy on you by any ans."
I smile at his words and slowly vanish into the slumberland, safely tucked in the arms of my mate.
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