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She had recognized him as the beggar from the streets, had said she had been worried about him. Clearly Myrrine's attachment to his alter form was deeper than he had hoped, she hadn't forgotten the old man who had lingered outside her shop for a time, but it would be much safer if she had. Instead, when he had caught her faint in the square before the temples, her first thought had been of him, that she had missed him. That wasn't something he could allow, and so that was the excuse he gave himself when after he had seen that Akhmad was safe and the turmoil had died down, that he found himself walking down the street towards her shop once again.
He had forgone the beggar's ensemble, dressed instead like himself but with his dark himation over his head to keep out the chill and prevent any unwanted eyes from looking too closely. It wasn't until he reached the shop front that he realized he still didn't know which window was hers, and he certainly didn't want to wake her father or any of her siblings. Even if he posed as the spice merchant from the noble house, visiting at such hours wouldn't necessarily be a welcomed arrival. Moving slowly along the front to the side, he had nearly given up when a flutter of red caught his eye.
Myrrine had left out her sign for Hashe after all, and he grinned at the sight of the innocent looking fabric drape, as if it had just been caught by the wind and tossed about. Gathering a few stones from the ground, he threw two up towards it, aiming for the side of the window instead of lobbing them through. If the noise alerted her to his presence perhaps he could persuade her down, or even better she could let him up and they could continue what they had started in the alleyway.
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She had recognized him as the beggar from the streets, had said she had been worried about him. Clearly Myrrine's attachment to his alter form was deeper than he had hoped, she hadn't forgotten the old man who had lingered outside her shop for a time, but it would be much safer if she had. Instead, when he had caught her faint in the square before the temples, her first thought had been of him, that she had missed him. That wasn't something he could allow, and so that was the excuse he gave himself when after he had seen that Akhmad was safe and the turmoil had died down, that he found himself walking down the street towards her shop once again.
He had forgone the beggar's ensemble, dressed instead like himself but with his dark himation over his head to keep out the chill and prevent any unwanted eyes from looking too closely. It wasn't until he reached the shop front that he realized he still didn't know which window was hers, and he certainly didn't want to wake her father or any of her siblings. Even if he posed as the spice merchant from the noble house, visiting at such hours wouldn't necessarily be a welcomed arrival. Moving slowly along the front to the side, he had nearly given up when a flutter of red caught his eye.
Myrrine had left out her sign for Hashe after all, and he grinned at the sight of the innocent looking fabric drape, as if it had just been caught by the wind and tossed about. Gathering a few stones from the ground, he threw two up towards it, aiming for the side of the window instead of lobbing them through. If the noise alerted her to his presence perhaps he could persuade her down, or even better she could let him up and they could continue what they had started in the alleyway.
She had recognized him as the beggar from the streets, had said she had been worried about him. Clearly Myrrine's attachment to his alter form was deeper than he had hoped, she hadn't forgotten the old man who had lingered outside her shop for a time, but it would be much safer if she had. Instead, when he had caught her faint in the square before the temples, her first thought had been of him, that she had missed him. That wasn't something he could allow, and so that was the excuse he gave himself when after he had seen that Akhmad was safe and the turmoil had died down, that he found himself walking down the street towards her shop once again.
He had forgone the beggar's ensemble, dressed instead like himself but with his dark himation over his head to keep out the chill and prevent any unwanted eyes from looking too closely. It wasn't until he reached the shop front that he realized he still didn't know which window was hers, and he certainly didn't want to wake her father or any of her siblings. Even if he posed as the spice merchant from the noble house, visiting at such hours wouldn't necessarily be a welcomed arrival. Moving slowly along the front to the side, he had nearly given up when a flutter of red caught his eye.
Myrrine had left out her sign for Hashe after all, and he grinned at the sight of the innocent looking fabric drape, as if it had just been caught by the wind and tossed about. Gathering a few stones from the ground, he threw two up towards it, aiming for the side of the window instead of lobbing them through. If the noise alerted her to his presence perhaps he could persuade her down, or even better she could let him up and they could continue what they had started in the alleyway.
Myrrine was in the midst of combing through her long hair, reflecting on the day. Truthfully, she had spent most of it rather in a daze. Since her day had begun with seeing that horrific display of a tragedy spread on the temple stairs, she’d been distracted. She was the only one left awake in her house. She doubted she could sleep if she tried, knowing she would keep seeing that carnage as soon as she closed her eyes.
There was still a tinge of embarrassment that came from her very public fainting spell. She hadn’t been squeamish a day in her life. Yet something about seeing that woman cut apart like that... it had struck her on a deeper level. It wasn’t about the blood, but the nature of the act. That a person had been able to do that to another with calculated intent and leave that poor girl strewn about in parts for all to see.
It was the first time in her life she had seen true evil.
She shuddered as she tried to force her thoughts away from the top. She wished she had been able to speak more with the beggar, but at least she had managed to thank him before he had disappeared. Not that that told her where he had been all this time. That was an answer she longed for.
The more she thought about him though, the more one thought stood out. For all that she had cared for him, she didn’t know his name. That bothered her immensely, and she resolved that when next she found him, she would ask. She refused to call him the beggar man any longer, especially now that he had rescued her. She owed him so much more than that.
She sighed heavily, placing her comb aside, wrapping her arms around herself. In that moment, she found herself wishing for the safe comfort of Hashe’s arms again. She needed that feeling more than ever tonight. She had been trying so hard to put him from her mind, yet still she caught herself feeling heartsick over his absence since that night.
Just then, she heard an odd sound outside her window. She frowned slightly, trying to figure out the source when she heard it once more. Curiosity compelled her to open the window and peak outside.
“Hashe!” she exclaimed, quickly throwing a hand over her mouth as her voice broke the silence, sounding far too loud for this hour of night. “You came back,” she continued in a lower tone, unable to fight the grin that spread over her lips.
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Myrrine was in the midst of combing through her long hair, reflecting on the day. Truthfully, she had spent most of it rather in a daze. Since her day had begun with seeing that horrific display of a tragedy spread on the temple stairs, she’d been distracted. She was the only one left awake in her house. She doubted she could sleep if she tried, knowing she would keep seeing that carnage as soon as she closed her eyes.
There was still a tinge of embarrassment that came from her very public fainting spell. She hadn’t been squeamish a day in her life. Yet something about seeing that woman cut apart like that... it had struck her on a deeper level. It wasn’t about the blood, but the nature of the act. That a person had been able to do that to another with calculated intent and leave that poor girl strewn about in parts for all to see.
It was the first time in her life she had seen true evil.
She shuddered as she tried to force her thoughts away from the top. She wished she had been able to speak more with the beggar, but at least she had managed to thank him before he had disappeared. Not that that told her where he had been all this time. That was an answer she longed for.
The more she thought about him though, the more one thought stood out. For all that she had cared for him, she didn’t know his name. That bothered her immensely, and she resolved that when next she found him, she would ask. She refused to call him the beggar man any longer, especially now that he had rescued her. She owed him so much more than that.
She sighed heavily, placing her comb aside, wrapping her arms around herself. In that moment, she found herself wishing for the safe comfort of Hashe’s arms again. She needed that feeling more than ever tonight. She had been trying so hard to put him from her mind, yet still she caught herself feeling heartsick over his absence since that night.
Just then, she heard an odd sound outside her window. She frowned slightly, trying to figure out the source when she heard it once more. Curiosity compelled her to open the window and peak outside.
“Hashe!” she exclaimed, quickly throwing a hand over her mouth as her voice broke the silence, sounding far too loud for this hour of night. “You came back,” she continued in a lower tone, unable to fight the grin that spread over her lips.
Myrrine was in the midst of combing through her long hair, reflecting on the day. Truthfully, she had spent most of it rather in a daze. Since her day had begun with seeing that horrific display of a tragedy spread on the temple stairs, she’d been distracted. She was the only one left awake in her house. She doubted she could sleep if she tried, knowing she would keep seeing that carnage as soon as she closed her eyes.
There was still a tinge of embarrassment that came from her very public fainting spell. She hadn’t been squeamish a day in her life. Yet something about seeing that woman cut apart like that... it had struck her on a deeper level. It wasn’t about the blood, but the nature of the act. That a person had been able to do that to another with calculated intent and leave that poor girl strewn about in parts for all to see.
It was the first time in her life she had seen true evil.
She shuddered as she tried to force her thoughts away from the top. She wished she had been able to speak more with the beggar, but at least she had managed to thank him before he had disappeared. Not that that told her where he had been all this time. That was an answer she longed for.
The more she thought about him though, the more one thought stood out. For all that she had cared for him, she didn’t know his name. That bothered her immensely, and she resolved that when next she found him, she would ask. She refused to call him the beggar man any longer, especially now that he had rescued her. She owed him so much more than that.
She sighed heavily, placing her comb aside, wrapping her arms around herself. In that moment, she found herself wishing for the safe comfort of Hashe’s arms again. She needed that feeling more than ever tonight. She had been trying so hard to put him from her mind, yet still she caught herself feeling heartsick over his absence since that night.
Just then, she heard an odd sound outside her window. She frowned slightly, trying to figure out the source when she heard it once more. Curiosity compelled her to open the window and peak outside.
“Hashe!” she exclaimed, quickly throwing a hand over her mouth as her voice broke the silence, sounding far too loud for this hour of night. “You came back,” she continued in a lower tone, unable to fight the grin that spread over her lips.
"I told you I would."
He grinned as she peered out the window, the way her face lit up at the sight of him had him feeling far more smug and thrilled than he had any right to. If his band had any idea what he was up to he was certain he would get more than an earful from Khanh, and whatever disapproving glare and grunt Akhmad could manage. Somra and Tiye might give him grief, or cut him some slack, and Zai.. His younger brother had lived a parallel life, with Nahash keeping the worst of it from him as long as he could. Perhaps Zai would be happy to see him doing more than mingling with the women of the streets, or perhaps he would find him just as foolish as the rest.
But that of course was all if he cared for her. If he wished to keep seeing her after tonight. Which he wouldn't. He was just checking in to be sure she was safe. Perhaps he could tell her he was leaving, take what he needed and then say it would be the last time he could see her. Whatever the case, he would not get attached. He didn't want to. And he couldn't afford to.
Lifting a finger to his lips as she called his name, he smiled as she lowered her tone and stepped a bit closer to the window, still looking up at her and wondering if he could scale the stones. If he just moved a crate a bit, he might be able to cling on and lift himself up. Gesturing for her to move back he looked around to make sure no one was watching, taking several long strides before leaping as softly as he could manage onto the crate, jumping to catch hold of her window frame and hauling himself up the side. It was a tribute to the many times the Sariqas had robbed upper stories of houses and shops that he was able to do so with relative quiet, and as he sat on the edge of the window he turned to find her again.
"I heard of a commotion at the temples. I just wanted to see you were well."
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"I told you I would."
He grinned as she peered out the window, the way her face lit up at the sight of him had him feeling far more smug and thrilled than he had any right to. If his band had any idea what he was up to he was certain he would get more than an earful from Khanh, and whatever disapproving glare and grunt Akhmad could manage. Somra and Tiye might give him grief, or cut him some slack, and Zai.. His younger brother had lived a parallel life, with Nahash keeping the worst of it from him as long as he could. Perhaps Zai would be happy to see him doing more than mingling with the women of the streets, or perhaps he would find him just as foolish as the rest.
But that of course was all if he cared for her. If he wished to keep seeing her after tonight. Which he wouldn't. He was just checking in to be sure she was safe. Perhaps he could tell her he was leaving, take what he needed and then say it would be the last time he could see her. Whatever the case, he would not get attached. He didn't want to. And he couldn't afford to.
Lifting a finger to his lips as she called his name, he smiled as she lowered her tone and stepped a bit closer to the window, still looking up at her and wondering if he could scale the stones. If he just moved a crate a bit, he might be able to cling on and lift himself up. Gesturing for her to move back he looked around to make sure no one was watching, taking several long strides before leaping as softly as he could manage onto the crate, jumping to catch hold of her window frame and hauling himself up the side. It was a tribute to the many times the Sariqas had robbed upper stories of houses and shops that he was able to do so with relative quiet, and as he sat on the edge of the window he turned to find her again.
"I heard of a commotion at the temples. I just wanted to see you were well."
"I told you I would."
He grinned as she peered out the window, the way her face lit up at the sight of him had him feeling far more smug and thrilled than he had any right to. If his band had any idea what he was up to he was certain he would get more than an earful from Khanh, and whatever disapproving glare and grunt Akhmad could manage. Somra and Tiye might give him grief, or cut him some slack, and Zai.. His younger brother had lived a parallel life, with Nahash keeping the worst of it from him as long as he could. Perhaps Zai would be happy to see him doing more than mingling with the women of the streets, or perhaps he would find him just as foolish as the rest.
But that of course was all if he cared for her. If he wished to keep seeing her after tonight. Which he wouldn't. He was just checking in to be sure she was safe. Perhaps he could tell her he was leaving, take what he needed and then say it would be the last time he could see her. Whatever the case, he would not get attached. He didn't want to. And he couldn't afford to.
Lifting a finger to his lips as she called his name, he smiled as she lowered her tone and stepped a bit closer to the window, still looking up at her and wondering if he could scale the stones. If he just moved a crate a bit, he might be able to cling on and lift himself up. Gesturing for her to move back he looked around to make sure no one was watching, taking several long strides before leaping as softly as he could manage onto the crate, jumping to catch hold of her window frame and hauling himself up the side. It was a tribute to the many times the Sariqas had robbed upper stories of houses and shops that he was able to do so with relative quiet, and as he sat on the edge of the window he turned to find her again.
"I heard of a commotion at the temples. I just wanted to see you were well."
Suddenly, all her woes seem to vanish. When she was staring at him standing outside her window, she couldn’t feel anything less than ecstatic. She couldn’t find it in herself to worry about anyone, or feel the shame of fainting, or even be haunted by the awful crime that she had witnessed the aftermath of. None of it could matter to her when Hashe had returned to her at last.
Her grin turned wry and she bowed her head bashfully as he lifted a finger to tease her for her volume. She couldn’t help it, truly. When she had opened her window, this was perhaps the last thing she had expected. Her excitement had simply got the best of her, and she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
“I’d been starting to wonder if you’d already forgotten me,” she teased, leaning forward out the window, her long hair falling forward. She’d been more than a little worried about that possibility truth be told, but it all seemed so foolish now that he stood before her. Of course he’d returned. She was just impatient and giddy with attraction for him. There was nothing to worry about.
She tilted her head slightly in silent questioning as he gestured for her to move back, but after the brief look, she did as he asked. Her eyes widened as she watched him jump and climb into her window with scarcely a sound. Her face flushed as he brought up the commotion of the day. Half because of his all too sweet concern for her, the other that tiny flare of embarrassment.
Myrrine gently tugged at his arm as she stepped further back, a silent invitation to enter. It made her a little uncomfortable to see him sitting on the ledge so high up. More than that, she wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to be held by him. She certainly couldn’t do that in this position.
“I’m honored by your concern. I’ll admit I was quite disturbed by the display that was left. I actually was part of the early crowd who witnessed it. It affected me more than I would have expected...” Her voice trailed off as her thoughts returned to that unpleasantness. Her gaze jerked back to focus on him once more.
“I am no worse for wear though.”
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Suddenly, all her woes seem to vanish. When she was staring at him standing outside her window, she couldn’t feel anything less than ecstatic. She couldn’t find it in herself to worry about anyone, or feel the shame of fainting, or even be haunted by the awful crime that she had witnessed the aftermath of. None of it could matter to her when Hashe had returned to her at last.
Her grin turned wry and she bowed her head bashfully as he lifted a finger to tease her for her volume. She couldn’t help it, truly. When she had opened her window, this was perhaps the last thing she had expected. Her excitement had simply got the best of her, and she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
“I’d been starting to wonder if you’d already forgotten me,” she teased, leaning forward out the window, her long hair falling forward. She’d been more than a little worried about that possibility truth be told, but it all seemed so foolish now that he stood before her. Of course he’d returned. She was just impatient and giddy with attraction for him. There was nothing to worry about.
She tilted her head slightly in silent questioning as he gestured for her to move back, but after the brief look, she did as he asked. Her eyes widened as she watched him jump and climb into her window with scarcely a sound. Her face flushed as he brought up the commotion of the day. Half because of his all too sweet concern for her, the other that tiny flare of embarrassment.
Myrrine gently tugged at his arm as she stepped further back, a silent invitation to enter. It made her a little uncomfortable to see him sitting on the ledge so high up. More than that, she wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to be held by him. She certainly couldn’t do that in this position.
“I’m honored by your concern. I’ll admit I was quite disturbed by the display that was left. I actually was part of the early crowd who witnessed it. It affected me more than I would have expected...” Her voice trailed off as her thoughts returned to that unpleasantness. Her gaze jerked back to focus on him once more.
“I am no worse for wear though.”
Suddenly, all her woes seem to vanish. When she was staring at him standing outside her window, she couldn’t feel anything less than ecstatic. She couldn’t find it in herself to worry about anyone, or feel the shame of fainting, or even be haunted by the awful crime that she had witnessed the aftermath of. None of it could matter to her when Hashe had returned to her at last.
Her grin turned wry and she bowed her head bashfully as he lifted a finger to tease her for her volume. She couldn’t help it, truly. When she had opened her window, this was perhaps the last thing she had expected. Her excitement had simply got the best of her, and she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
“I’d been starting to wonder if you’d already forgotten me,” she teased, leaning forward out the window, her long hair falling forward. She’d been more than a little worried about that possibility truth be told, but it all seemed so foolish now that he stood before her. Of course he’d returned. She was just impatient and giddy with attraction for him. There was nothing to worry about.
She tilted her head slightly in silent questioning as he gestured for her to move back, but after the brief look, she did as he asked. Her eyes widened as she watched him jump and climb into her window with scarcely a sound. Her face flushed as he brought up the commotion of the day. Half because of his all too sweet concern for her, the other that tiny flare of embarrassment.
Myrrine gently tugged at his arm as she stepped further back, a silent invitation to enter. It made her a little uncomfortable to see him sitting on the ledge so high up. More than that, she wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to be held by him. She certainly couldn’t do that in this position.
“I’m honored by your concern. I’ll admit I was quite disturbed by the display that was left. I actually was part of the early crowd who witnessed it. It affected me more than I would have expected...” Her voice trailed off as her thoughts returned to that unpleasantness. Her gaze jerked back to focus on him once more.
“I am no worse for wear though.”
"How could I forget you after the other night?"
His teasing came with a smile that didn't fade as he scaled the wall, all too happy to allow her to tug him inside. A quick glance around the room showed it was private, but other than that he didn't notice much, just the usual furniture but his focus had been fully diverted to her. Of course he knew that she had seen the chaos, seen the crimson of the blood running over the stones, and while such a sight hardly bothered him anymore, even he had been impressed in a disgusted manner with how perfectly cut the pieces had been.
A frown crossed his face as she spoke of it, the way her eyes faded for a moment he was almost worried she might faint on him again, and he closed the space between them to pull her close. One hand lifted to her cheek, caressing his thumb gently over her brow as the other arm slid around her waist. Here he was all care, all tenderness, as unusual as it was for him he felt for her more than he should have. It would have to be extinguished one way or another, and perhaps the only way he knew how would be to get her to bed and leave satisfied. But first he could allow himself to play the worried suitor.
"You saw..I am sorry, Myrrine. I heard of how..I wish I could take it away." With a still worried frown, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, wrapping her in an embrace before glancing around the room once more, taking it in for the first time. It gave the appearance of the place of someone who had only one sanctuary, and relished the time within. He wondered again if perhaps she would leave with him, but shook it off quickly. That was not what the purpose of this was. He hardly knew her well enough to want that at all.
"How can I help?"
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"How could I forget you after the other night?"
His teasing came with a smile that didn't fade as he scaled the wall, all too happy to allow her to tug him inside. A quick glance around the room showed it was private, but other than that he didn't notice much, just the usual furniture but his focus had been fully diverted to her. Of course he knew that she had seen the chaos, seen the crimson of the blood running over the stones, and while such a sight hardly bothered him anymore, even he had been impressed in a disgusted manner with how perfectly cut the pieces had been.
A frown crossed his face as she spoke of it, the way her eyes faded for a moment he was almost worried she might faint on him again, and he closed the space between them to pull her close. One hand lifted to her cheek, caressing his thumb gently over her brow as the other arm slid around her waist. Here he was all care, all tenderness, as unusual as it was for him he felt for her more than he should have. It would have to be extinguished one way or another, and perhaps the only way he knew how would be to get her to bed and leave satisfied. But first he could allow himself to play the worried suitor.
"You saw..I am sorry, Myrrine. I heard of how..I wish I could take it away." With a still worried frown, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, wrapping her in an embrace before glancing around the room once more, taking it in for the first time. It gave the appearance of the place of someone who had only one sanctuary, and relished the time within. He wondered again if perhaps she would leave with him, but shook it off quickly. That was not what the purpose of this was. He hardly knew her well enough to want that at all.
"How can I help?"
"How could I forget you after the other night?"
His teasing came with a smile that didn't fade as he scaled the wall, all too happy to allow her to tug him inside. A quick glance around the room showed it was private, but other than that he didn't notice much, just the usual furniture but his focus had been fully diverted to her. Of course he knew that she had seen the chaos, seen the crimson of the blood running over the stones, and while such a sight hardly bothered him anymore, even he had been impressed in a disgusted manner with how perfectly cut the pieces had been.
A frown crossed his face as she spoke of it, the way her eyes faded for a moment he was almost worried she might faint on him again, and he closed the space between them to pull her close. One hand lifted to her cheek, caressing his thumb gently over her brow as the other arm slid around her waist. Here he was all care, all tenderness, as unusual as it was for him he felt for her more than he should have. It would have to be extinguished one way or another, and perhaps the only way he knew how would be to get her to bed and leave satisfied. But first he could allow himself to play the worried suitor.
"You saw..I am sorry, Myrrine. I heard of how..I wish I could take it away." With a still worried frown, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, wrapping her in an embrace before glancing around the room once more, taking it in for the first time. It gave the appearance of the place of someone who had only one sanctuary, and relished the time within. He wondered again if perhaps she would leave with him, but shook it off quickly. That was not what the purpose of this was. He hardly knew her well enough to want that at all.
"How can I help?"
“Well, I certainly hoped you hadn’t.”
After all, she knew how out of character that night had been for her, but for all she knew, he had a different woman every night. He was certainly handsome and charming enough for it. But until he actually returned, she had begun to doubt that he felt the same connection that she had. Yet here he was, and if anything the feeling was only stronger.
He entered the room without resistance, and she quickly pulled the window shut to keep out the chill. Her room was hardly impressive, but it was private. One of the few benefits to being the reigning adult at home more often than not. She needed some distance from her siblings, even if it was only to sleep. She had never been more grateful for that than she was in this moment. Otherwise, it was practical, just like her and the life she led. There were no frills and few luxuries, but it was filled with small comforts. The little bits of escape and dreams she allowed herself.
As she spoke of it, she found the image loomed larger in her mind until it was as though she was reliving it all over again. Enough so that she didn’t even see his frown, or hardly notice him at all until he pulled her close to him. She folded into his embrace, needing it more than she had even thought. She hated the tears that pricked at her eyes, but here with him, she finally felt safe enough to truly let herself feel again.
Myrrine closed her eyes, feeling his thumb move lightly over her brow as his hand cupped her face and the other arm pulled her close. When she opened her brown eyes to look up at them, one single tear managed to break free. She didn’t even notice, staring at him instead as he looked at her with worry.
His lips pressed to her forehead and for a moment, she buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of him. After a long moment to steady herself, she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “I’ve never been bothered by the sight of blood a day of my life. But what I saw today... I’ve never seen evil like that before, not ever. And to think it happened so close to home...”
She swallowed hard, giving him a half-hearted smile as he asked how to help.
“Just having you here helps more than you could know,” she assured him. A brief pause before she spoke again. “Maybe... you could just keep holding me? Help me forget, even just for a little while?”
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“Well, I certainly hoped you hadn’t.”
After all, she knew how out of character that night had been for her, but for all she knew, he had a different woman every night. He was certainly handsome and charming enough for it. But until he actually returned, she had begun to doubt that he felt the same connection that she had. Yet here he was, and if anything the feeling was only stronger.
He entered the room without resistance, and she quickly pulled the window shut to keep out the chill. Her room was hardly impressive, but it was private. One of the few benefits to being the reigning adult at home more often than not. She needed some distance from her siblings, even if it was only to sleep. She had never been more grateful for that than she was in this moment. Otherwise, it was practical, just like her and the life she led. There were no frills and few luxuries, but it was filled with small comforts. The little bits of escape and dreams she allowed herself.
As she spoke of it, she found the image loomed larger in her mind until it was as though she was reliving it all over again. Enough so that she didn’t even see his frown, or hardly notice him at all until he pulled her close to him. She folded into his embrace, needing it more than she had even thought. She hated the tears that pricked at her eyes, but here with him, she finally felt safe enough to truly let herself feel again.
Myrrine closed her eyes, feeling his thumb move lightly over her brow as his hand cupped her face and the other arm pulled her close. When she opened her brown eyes to look up at them, one single tear managed to break free. She didn’t even notice, staring at him instead as he looked at her with worry.
His lips pressed to her forehead and for a moment, she buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of him. After a long moment to steady herself, she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “I’ve never been bothered by the sight of blood a day of my life. But what I saw today... I’ve never seen evil like that before, not ever. And to think it happened so close to home...”
She swallowed hard, giving him a half-hearted smile as he asked how to help.
“Just having you here helps more than you could know,” she assured him. A brief pause before she spoke again. “Maybe... you could just keep holding me? Help me forget, even just for a little while?”
“Well, I certainly hoped you hadn’t.”
After all, she knew how out of character that night had been for her, but for all she knew, he had a different woman every night. He was certainly handsome and charming enough for it. But until he actually returned, she had begun to doubt that he felt the same connection that she had. Yet here he was, and if anything the feeling was only stronger.
He entered the room without resistance, and she quickly pulled the window shut to keep out the chill. Her room was hardly impressive, but it was private. One of the few benefits to being the reigning adult at home more often than not. She needed some distance from her siblings, even if it was only to sleep. She had never been more grateful for that than she was in this moment. Otherwise, it was practical, just like her and the life she led. There were no frills and few luxuries, but it was filled with small comforts. The little bits of escape and dreams she allowed herself.
As she spoke of it, she found the image loomed larger in her mind until it was as though she was reliving it all over again. Enough so that she didn’t even see his frown, or hardly notice him at all until he pulled her close to him. She folded into his embrace, needing it more than she had even thought. She hated the tears that pricked at her eyes, but here with him, she finally felt safe enough to truly let herself feel again.
Myrrine closed her eyes, feeling his thumb move lightly over her brow as his hand cupped her face and the other arm pulled her close. When she opened her brown eyes to look up at them, one single tear managed to break free. She didn’t even notice, staring at him instead as he looked at her with worry.
His lips pressed to her forehead and for a moment, she buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of him. After a long moment to steady herself, she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “I’ve never been bothered by the sight of blood a day of my life. But what I saw today... I’ve never seen evil like that before, not ever. And to think it happened so close to home...”
She swallowed hard, giving him a half-hearted smile as he asked how to help.
“Just having you here helps more than you could know,” she assured him. A brief pause before she spoke again. “Maybe... you could just keep holding me? Help me forget, even just for a little while?”
Something felt wrong, a strange sort of tingling warmth that curled through him as she nuzzled against his chest. Perhaps his heart was failing, that would be the most likely reason he felt this way. The way she clung to him and the tear traced down her cheek, if he'd been a cleverer man he might have gone back out the window and into the night forever. Instead he brushed the tear aside and allowed her to slip against him, convinced still he wanted nothing more than a warm body for the evening, and a bed that wasn't the stone floor of the abandoned house the Sariqas had taken.
Luxury wasn't for him, not anymore. Not comforts and security, or things coming to him without some sort of hard work, the risk of blood spilled. He'd killed more than she could ever hope to forgive him for, not that he would ever tell her. Whatever this was, it was to finish tonight, and never happen again. This world was not one that he could belong in, nor that she would ever leave. When this was over he would slip out the window and be gone for good, never look back, never think of it again.
"You put too much faith in me."
There was a strange hollowness to his tone and he had to clear his throat as she looked back up at him, smiling once more for her. Would she think him evil if she knew? He hadn't done quite as gruesome as the temple murder, but it wasn't far from his realm of ability. There was a small collection of ears and tongues tucked in the Egyptian desert that would prove that. But she'd asked him to hold her, and that was what he was here for. That and more.
With a nod, Nahash wrapped his arms around her once more, shifting over to the bed where he sat, gathering her close. Brushing his fingers through her hair he marveled at the softness of it, drawing through the silken layers again and again until one motion pulled her up from where she was hiding. Still holding her cheek, he looked to her for a beat before his lips found hers, not without the urgency of the night before but not enough that would have her throwing him back out the window and to the ground below, a need rising in his chest.
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Something felt wrong, a strange sort of tingling warmth that curled through him as she nuzzled against his chest. Perhaps his heart was failing, that would be the most likely reason he felt this way. The way she clung to him and the tear traced down her cheek, if he'd been a cleverer man he might have gone back out the window and into the night forever. Instead he brushed the tear aside and allowed her to slip against him, convinced still he wanted nothing more than a warm body for the evening, and a bed that wasn't the stone floor of the abandoned house the Sariqas had taken.
Luxury wasn't for him, not anymore. Not comforts and security, or things coming to him without some sort of hard work, the risk of blood spilled. He'd killed more than she could ever hope to forgive him for, not that he would ever tell her. Whatever this was, it was to finish tonight, and never happen again. This world was not one that he could belong in, nor that she would ever leave. When this was over he would slip out the window and be gone for good, never look back, never think of it again.
"You put too much faith in me."
There was a strange hollowness to his tone and he had to clear his throat as she looked back up at him, smiling once more for her. Would she think him evil if she knew? He hadn't done quite as gruesome as the temple murder, but it wasn't far from his realm of ability. There was a small collection of ears and tongues tucked in the Egyptian desert that would prove that. But she'd asked him to hold her, and that was what he was here for. That and more.
With a nod, Nahash wrapped his arms around her once more, shifting over to the bed where he sat, gathering her close. Brushing his fingers through her hair he marveled at the softness of it, drawing through the silken layers again and again until one motion pulled her up from where she was hiding. Still holding her cheek, he looked to her for a beat before his lips found hers, not without the urgency of the night before but not enough that would have her throwing him back out the window and to the ground below, a need rising in his chest.
Something felt wrong, a strange sort of tingling warmth that curled through him as she nuzzled against his chest. Perhaps his heart was failing, that would be the most likely reason he felt this way. The way she clung to him and the tear traced down her cheek, if he'd been a cleverer man he might have gone back out the window and into the night forever. Instead he brushed the tear aside and allowed her to slip against him, convinced still he wanted nothing more than a warm body for the evening, and a bed that wasn't the stone floor of the abandoned house the Sariqas had taken.
Luxury wasn't for him, not anymore. Not comforts and security, or things coming to him without some sort of hard work, the risk of blood spilled. He'd killed more than she could ever hope to forgive him for, not that he would ever tell her. Whatever this was, it was to finish tonight, and never happen again. This world was not one that he could belong in, nor that she would ever leave. When this was over he would slip out the window and be gone for good, never look back, never think of it again.
"You put too much faith in me."
There was a strange hollowness to his tone and he had to clear his throat as she looked back up at him, smiling once more for her. Would she think him evil if she knew? He hadn't done quite as gruesome as the temple murder, but it wasn't far from his realm of ability. There was a small collection of ears and tongues tucked in the Egyptian desert that would prove that. But she'd asked him to hold her, and that was what he was here for. That and more.
With a nod, Nahash wrapped his arms around her once more, shifting over to the bed where he sat, gathering her close. Brushing his fingers through her hair he marveled at the softness of it, drawing through the silken layers again and again until one motion pulled her up from where she was hiding. Still holding her cheek, he looked to her for a beat before his lips found hers, not without the urgency of the night before but not enough that would have her throwing him back out the window and to the ground below, a need rising in his chest.
He handled her with such tenderness, it never ceased to amaze her. From the tender way he kissed her forehead, to the gentle brush of his thumb to wipe away a fallen tear or the way his arms wrapped around her to hold her close in his embrace. Never had a man touched her with such care. Never had a man looked at her with half as much intensity as Hashe held in every gaze her direction, no matter which emotion he seemed to be consumed with.
How could she not find comfort in him now when she needed it most? Who better to keep her safe than the man who managed to steal little pieces of her heart with every moment they shared?
It was his words that drew her attention and lifted her head to meet his. There was something distant and empty about his voice. Something that sounded so unlike him. More than that, could he truly not see how incredible he was? It was true, there was much she didn’t know about him and his past - but she could see the man he was at heart. It was clear as day in the kindness he offered her, in the way he spoke to her. No matter what she did not know of him, he had treated her always with sincerity.
“Hashe, no,” she said, her brow furrowing as she looked up at him. “You truly can’t see it, can you? How rare of a man that you are?” Her eyes narrowed, studying his face, trying to understand what it could be that was hiding beneath this smile he forced for her benefit. After a pause she shook her head slightly before wrapping her arms tightly around him. “Then I will just have to remind you until you can.”
He moved them back to sit on the edge of her bed - a relief for both their necks as their height difference was far less extreme in a seated position. She closed her eyes, inhaling a small gasp as his fingers moved through the silken strands of her hair, until finally the motion turned into a gentle tug to lift her face to his. His hand still rested at her cheek as she opened her eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before he closed the distance between them.
This kiss was different still than any other they had shared. It didn’t have the blazing urgency nor the slow sweetness that their kisses had held that first night. Instead, it existed somewhere in the middle, a simmering of need that would surely grow. But more than that, there was an undercurrent of rawness that no amount of flirting could produce. Perhaps it was just from the trauma of the morning’s events on her end, but she felt as though something had shifted in him this night.
Still, she sank into it, one hand moving to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeply. She was savoring him and this moment, intent on kissing him until she was truly breathless. Anything less would never be enough.
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He handled her with such tenderness, it never ceased to amaze her. From the tender way he kissed her forehead, to the gentle brush of his thumb to wipe away a fallen tear or the way his arms wrapped around her to hold her close in his embrace. Never had a man touched her with such care. Never had a man looked at her with half as much intensity as Hashe held in every gaze her direction, no matter which emotion he seemed to be consumed with.
How could she not find comfort in him now when she needed it most? Who better to keep her safe than the man who managed to steal little pieces of her heart with every moment they shared?
It was his words that drew her attention and lifted her head to meet his. There was something distant and empty about his voice. Something that sounded so unlike him. More than that, could he truly not see how incredible he was? It was true, there was much she didn’t know about him and his past - but she could see the man he was at heart. It was clear as day in the kindness he offered her, in the way he spoke to her. No matter what she did not know of him, he had treated her always with sincerity.
“Hashe, no,” she said, her brow furrowing as she looked up at him. “You truly can’t see it, can you? How rare of a man that you are?” Her eyes narrowed, studying his face, trying to understand what it could be that was hiding beneath this smile he forced for her benefit. After a pause she shook her head slightly before wrapping her arms tightly around him. “Then I will just have to remind you until you can.”
He moved them back to sit on the edge of her bed - a relief for both their necks as their height difference was far less extreme in a seated position. She closed her eyes, inhaling a small gasp as his fingers moved through the silken strands of her hair, until finally the motion turned into a gentle tug to lift her face to his. His hand still rested at her cheek as she opened her eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before he closed the distance between them.
This kiss was different still than any other they had shared. It didn’t have the blazing urgency nor the slow sweetness that their kisses had held that first night. Instead, it existed somewhere in the middle, a simmering of need that would surely grow. But more than that, there was an undercurrent of rawness that no amount of flirting could produce. Perhaps it was just from the trauma of the morning’s events on her end, but she felt as though something had shifted in him this night.
Still, she sank into it, one hand moving to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeply. She was savoring him and this moment, intent on kissing him until she was truly breathless. Anything less would never be enough.
He handled her with such tenderness, it never ceased to amaze her. From the tender way he kissed her forehead, to the gentle brush of his thumb to wipe away a fallen tear or the way his arms wrapped around her to hold her close in his embrace. Never had a man touched her with such care. Never had a man looked at her with half as much intensity as Hashe held in every gaze her direction, no matter which emotion he seemed to be consumed with.
How could she not find comfort in him now when she needed it most? Who better to keep her safe than the man who managed to steal little pieces of her heart with every moment they shared?
It was his words that drew her attention and lifted her head to meet his. There was something distant and empty about his voice. Something that sounded so unlike him. More than that, could he truly not see how incredible he was? It was true, there was much she didn’t know about him and his past - but she could see the man he was at heart. It was clear as day in the kindness he offered her, in the way he spoke to her. No matter what she did not know of him, he had treated her always with sincerity.
“Hashe, no,” she said, her brow furrowing as she looked up at him. “You truly can’t see it, can you? How rare of a man that you are?” Her eyes narrowed, studying his face, trying to understand what it could be that was hiding beneath this smile he forced for her benefit. After a pause she shook her head slightly before wrapping her arms tightly around him. “Then I will just have to remind you until you can.”
He moved them back to sit on the edge of her bed - a relief for both their necks as their height difference was far less extreme in a seated position. She closed her eyes, inhaling a small gasp as his fingers moved through the silken strands of her hair, until finally the motion turned into a gentle tug to lift her face to his. His hand still rested at her cheek as she opened her eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before he closed the distance between them.
This kiss was different still than any other they had shared. It didn’t have the blazing urgency nor the slow sweetness that their kisses had held that first night. Instead, it existed somewhere in the middle, a simmering of need that would surely grow. But more than that, there was an undercurrent of rawness that no amount of flirting could produce. Perhaps it was just from the trauma of the morning’s events on her end, but she felt as though something had shifted in him this night.
Still, she sank into it, one hand moving to rake through his hair, holding him close as she kissed him deeply. She was savoring him and this moment, intent on kissing him until she was truly breathless. Anything less would never be enough.
Her words felt like they cut through him, as if she was trying to peel away the mask he wore around her, around most people really. The hushed tone and sweet voice were tantalizing, as if she was trying to get through the mask to the man, and it would have been so easy to let it fall away, to be who he was and tell her that he was not who she thought he was. Could never be who she so desperately seemed to want him to be. His adventure came with danger, secrets. If the day had gone differently and he had seen Akhmad taken away, he would not have been able to be here, put her above his tribe.
It would have been fair to her if he had simply made his excuses and left, vanished into the night and truly never came back, because he knew he could never put her above the Sariqas who followed him. She deserved someone who could give her what she wanted, adventure with safety and who could hold her tight when she was afraid without having to disappear in the dawn. Instead of doing the right thing, he allowed himself to sink into this moment, this passing moment that he knew would end but could never tell her was over. One night, that was all he needed.
Brushing his hands down her body once again, it was a far more possessive touch than the last, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her into his lap. The weight of her on him was slight but somehow comforting, the heat between them undeniable and he was itching to remove the clothing between them. To get this over with, of course, to work her out of his system. There were no feelings involved but lust on his end, he would not allow that, the only reason she was special was because she had once denied him.
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Her words felt like they cut through him, as if she was trying to peel away the mask he wore around her, around most people really. The hushed tone and sweet voice were tantalizing, as if she was trying to get through the mask to the man, and it would have been so easy to let it fall away, to be who he was and tell her that he was not who she thought he was. Could never be who she so desperately seemed to want him to be. His adventure came with danger, secrets. If the day had gone differently and he had seen Akhmad taken away, he would not have been able to be here, put her above his tribe.
It would have been fair to her if he had simply made his excuses and left, vanished into the night and truly never came back, because he knew he could never put her above the Sariqas who followed him. She deserved someone who could give her what she wanted, adventure with safety and who could hold her tight when she was afraid without having to disappear in the dawn. Instead of doing the right thing, he allowed himself to sink into this moment, this passing moment that he knew would end but could never tell her was over. One night, that was all he needed.
Brushing his hands down her body once again, it was a far more possessive touch than the last, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her into his lap. The weight of her on him was slight but somehow comforting, the heat between them undeniable and he was itching to remove the clothing between them. To get this over with, of course, to work her out of his system. There were no feelings involved but lust on his end, he would not allow that, the only reason she was special was because she had once denied him.
Her words felt like they cut through him, as if she was trying to peel away the mask he wore around her, around most people really. The hushed tone and sweet voice were tantalizing, as if she was trying to get through the mask to the man, and it would have been so easy to let it fall away, to be who he was and tell her that he was not who she thought he was. Could never be who she so desperately seemed to want him to be. His adventure came with danger, secrets. If the day had gone differently and he had seen Akhmad taken away, he would not have been able to be here, put her above his tribe.
It would have been fair to her if he had simply made his excuses and left, vanished into the night and truly never came back, because he knew he could never put her above the Sariqas who followed him. She deserved someone who could give her what she wanted, adventure with safety and who could hold her tight when she was afraid without having to disappear in the dawn. Instead of doing the right thing, he allowed himself to sink into this moment, this passing moment that he knew would end but could never tell her was over. One night, that was all he needed.
Brushing his hands down her body once again, it was a far more possessive touch than the last, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her into his lap. The weight of her on him was slight but somehow comforting, the heat between them undeniable and he was itching to remove the clothing between them. To get this over with, of course, to work her out of his system. There were no feelings involved but lust on his end, he would not allow that, the only reason she was special was because she had once denied him.
There was no way for Myrrine to know the effect her words had on the man before her, nor his internal adamant denial of her assessment. To her, he was a good man - perhaps the best she’d ever known. Certainly the kindest. He’d noticed her in a way no one else ever had. How could he not be special to her? He made her feel things that she had been convinced she would never know in her life. Things she had believed were lost to her.
Perhaps he felt she deserved more than he could give. In her own mind, she wasn’t quite convinced she deserved him at all. He was extraordinary and she was decidedly not. But he reminded her what her life lacked in a way that made her feel near empty inside, a way that made her ache for him. She couldn’t dare turn away from him, no matter her doubts about who deserved who. Even if this would prove a fleeting temporary thing - which given her life seemed more likely than not - she hold him close as long as she could with no regrets.
The way his hands moved over her now felt different - as though he were laying claim to her body. That was hardly necessary however, she would give herself freely to him. Much as that frightened her to admit, deep down, she knew it was truth. He pulled her to him, into his lap, eliciting a small gasp from her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as though a breath of air between them would surely slay her. As if she needed his touch to survive.
In that moment, she believed she did.
Only when her lungs stung with need for air did she pull away, her breath labored even as her lips shifted to his neck as they had that first night. Her kisses trailed down his jaw, pausing to nip at his ear before continuing down the line of his neck, lingering here and there on the journey. As she reached the base, she paused, pressing a delicate kiss to the hollow of his throat.
With a deep breath to summon her courage, she pulled back to meet his eyes, her own eyes dark with need. Silently, holding his gaze, she slowly pulled down the fabric of her chiton. She did so painfully slow, first exposing shoulder and collarbone, the swell of her cleavage, and finally dropping the fabric altogether, so it settled at her waist, held only by the belt she still wore.
Myrrine shivered lightly from the sudden chill of her exposure, but just as much from the thrill of his eyes moving over her in a way no one’s ever had before. It should frighten her more, just what she was inviting with this choice. Yet she knew her heart. She wanted to share this with him; she wanted to please him. Even if she couldn’t give herself fully, she didn’t have the strength to deny him that which she could give.
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There was no way for Myrrine to know the effect her words had on the man before her, nor his internal adamant denial of her assessment. To her, he was a good man - perhaps the best she’d ever known. Certainly the kindest. He’d noticed her in a way no one else ever had. How could he not be special to her? He made her feel things that she had been convinced she would never know in her life. Things she had believed were lost to her.
Perhaps he felt she deserved more than he could give. In her own mind, she wasn’t quite convinced she deserved him at all. He was extraordinary and she was decidedly not. But he reminded her what her life lacked in a way that made her feel near empty inside, a way that made her ache for him. She couldn’t dare turn away from him, no matter her doubts about who deserved who. Even if this would prove a fleeting temporary thing - which given her life seemed more likely than not - she hold him close as long as she could with no regrets.
The way his hands moved over her now felt different - as though he were laying claim to her body. That was hardly necessary however, she would give herself freely to him. Much as that frightened her to admit, deep down, she knew it was truth. He pulled her to him, into his lap, eliciting a small gasp from her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as though a breath of air between them would surely slay her. As if she needed his touch to survive.
In that moment, she believed she did.
Only when her lungs stung with need for air did she pull away, her breath labored even as her lips shifted to his neck as they had that first night. Her kisses trailed down his jaw, pausing to nip at his ear before continuing down the line of his neck, lingering here and there on the journey. As she reached the base, she paused, pressing a delicate kiss to the hollow of his throat.
With a deep breath to summon her courage, she pulled back to meet his eyes, her own eyes dark with need. Silently, holding his gaze, she slowly pulled down the fabric of her chiton. She did so painfully slow, first exposing shoulder and collarbone, the swell of her cleavage, and finally dropping the fabric altogether, so it settled at her waist, held only by the belt she still wore.
Myrrine shivered lightly from the sudden chill of her exposure, but just as much from the thrill of his eyes moving over her in a way no one’s ever had before. It should frighten her more, just what she was inviting with this choice. Yet she knew her heart. She wanted to share this with him; she wanted to please him. Even if she couldn’t give herself fully, she didn’t have the strength to deny him that which she could give.
There was no way for Myrrine to know the effect her words had on the man before her, nor his internal adamant denial of her assessment. To her, he was a good man - perhaps the best she’d ever known. Certainly the kindest. He’d noticed her in a way no one else ever had. How could he not be special to her? He made her feel things that she had been convinced she would never know in her life. Things she had believed were lost to her.
Perhaps he felt she deserved more than he could give. In her own mind, she wasn’t quite convinced she deserved him at all. He was extraordinary and she was decidedly not. But he reminded her what her life lacked in a way that made her feel near empty inside, a way that made her ache for him. She couldn’t dare turn away from him, no matter her doubts about who deserved who. Even if this would prove a fleeting temporary thing - which given her life seemed more likely than not - she hold him close as long as she could with no regrets.
The way his hands moved over her now felt different - as though he were laying claim to her body. That was hardly necessary however, she would give herself freely to him. Much as that frightened her to admit, deep down, she knew it was truth. He pulled her to him, into his lap, eliciting a small gasp from her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as though a breath of air between them would surely slay her. As if she needed his touch to survive.
In that moment, she believed she did.
Only when her lungs stung with need for air did she pull away, her breath labored even as her lips shifted to his neck as they had that first night. Her kisses trailed down his jaw, pausing to nip at his ear before continuing down the line of his neck, lingering here and there on the journey. As she reached the base, she paused, pressing a delicate kiss to the hollow of his throat.
With a deep breath to summon her courage, she pulled back to meet his eyes, her own eyes dark with need. Silently, holding his gaze, she slowly pulled down the fabric of her chiton. She did so painfully slow, first exposing shoulder and collarbone, the swell of her cleavage, and finally dropping the fabric altogether, so it settled at her waist, held only by the belt she still wore.
Myrrine shivered lightly from the sudden chill of her exposure, but just as much from the thrill of his eyes moving over her in a way no one’s ever had before. It should frighten her more, just what she was inviting with this choice. Yet she knew her heart. She wanted to share this with him; she wanted to please him. Even if she couldn’t give herself fully, she didn’t have the strength to deny him that which she could give.
Perhaps she was a siren of sorts, like those found at sea brought to land to taunt and tempt him. Or he was simply growing weaker with time. Whatever the case he could not pull himself away from her and a sound of disappointment left his throat as she broke away to breathe. There was no need for it, almost as soon as he exhaled her lips were on his jaw, setting fire to his skin with every touch. His hands had settled on her hips, tightening the grip to draw her down against him as his eyes closed, sinking into the sensations and allowing her the freedom to explore.
The nip at his ear drew a low growl, and whether she knew or not this was a dangerous game. With the privacy of the room, the comfort of the bed, the darkness of the night, there was no reason to stop this time, and she was finding everything that could drive him mad. Nahash tipped his head back, exposing vulnerable skin and veins that could just as easily have been slashed had she known his true identity and purpose. Instead she covered him with kisses and he simply caught his breath when she stopped, slowly bringing his gaze back to her. Her boldness caused him to freeze for a moment, words caught in his throat before sense came to him again.
With a lust that felt as if it had set him on fire he buried himself in her newly exposed skin, mouth eagerly trying to taste every inch available. Uncaring if he left behind any marks, teeth scraped against her soft flesh before being soothed with sweet kisses, tongue playing over the rise of her nipple without hesitation. As distracted as his was his hands would not be still, seeking to undo her belt, greedily searching for more skin before he forced himself to pause.
After all, it was only fair that they be equal in this as well. As much as he hated to pull back, he shifted enough that he could yank his tunic over his head, bare to where his trousers still hung over his hips. It took scarcely a moment for the material to be thrown aside before he was moving them once again. With the advantage of space, he rolled to the side and tucked her beneath him, braced on hands and knees over her and returning to his earlier attentions, his hand seeking the breast his mouth was not toying with.
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Perhaps she was a siren of sorts, like those found at sea brought to land to taunt and tempt him. Or he was simply growing weaker with time. Whatever the case he could not pull himself away from her and a sound of disappointment left his throat as she broke away to breathe. There was no need for it, almost as soon as he exhaled her lips were on his jaw, setting fire to his skin with every touch. His hands had settled on her hips, tightening the grip to draw her down against him as his eyes closed, sinking into the sensations and allowing her the freedom to explore.
The nip at his ear drew a low growl, and whether she knew or not this was a dangerous game. With the privacy of the room, the comfort of the bed, the darkness of the night, there was no reason to stop this time, and she was finding everything that could drive him mad. Nahash tipped his head back, exposing vulnerable skin and veins that could just as easily have been slashed had she known his true identity and purpose. Instead she covered him with kisses and he simply caught his breath when she stopped, slowly bringing his gaze back to her. Her boldness caused him to freeze for a moment, words caught in his throat before sense came to him again.
With a lust that felt as if it had set him on fire he buried himself in her newly exposed skin, mouth eagerly trying to taste every inch available. Uncaring if he left behind any marks, teeth scraped against her soft flesh before being soothed with sweet kisses, tongue playing over the rise of her nipple without hesitation. As distracted as his was his hands would not be still, seeking to undo her belt, greedily searching for more skin before he forced himself to pause.
After all, it was only fair that they be equal in this as well. As much as he hated to pull back, he shifted enough that he could yank his tunic over his head, bare to where his trousers still hung over his hips. It took scarcely a moment for the material to be thrown aside before he was moving them once again. With the advantage of space, he rolled to the side and tucked her beneath him, braced on hands and knees over her and returning to his earlier attentions, his hand seeking the breast his mouth was not toying with.
Perhaps she was a siren of sorts, like those found at sea brought to land to taunt and tempt him. Or he was simply growing weaker with time. Whatever the case he could not pull himself away from her and a sound of disappointment left his throat as she broke away to breathe. There was no need for it, almost as soon as he exhaled her lips were on his jaw, setting fire to his skin with every touch. His hands had settled on her hips, tightening the grip to draw her down against him as his eyes closed, sinking into the sensations and allowing her the freedom to explore.
The nip at his ear drew a low growl, and whether she knew or not this was a dangerous game. With the privacy of the room, the comfort of the bed, the darkness of the night, there was no reason to stop this time, and she was finding everything that could drive him mad. Nahash tipped his head back, exposing vulnerable skin and veins that could just as easily have been slashed had she known his true identity and purpose. Instead she covered him with kisses and he simply caught his breath when she stopped, slowly bringing his gaze back to her. Her boldness caused him to freeze for a moment, words caught in his throat before sense came to him again.
With a lust that felt as if it had set him on fire he buried himself in her newly exposed skin, mouth eagerly trying to taste every inch available. Uncaring if he left behind any marks, teeth scraped against her soft flesh before being soothed with sweet kisses, tongue playing over the rise of her nipple without hesitation. As distracted as his was his hands would not be still, seeking to undo her belt, greedily searching for more skin before he forced himself to pause.
After all, it was only fair that they be equal in this as well. As much as he hated to pull back, he shifted enough that he could yank his tunic over his head, bare to where his trousers still hung over his hips. It took scarcely a moment for the material to be thrown aside before he was moving them once again. With the advantage of space, he rolled to the side and tucked her beneath him, braced on hands and knees over her and returning to his earlier attentions, his hand seeking the breast his mouth was not toying with.
The sound he made as she pulled her lips from his sent a jolt of desire through her. It was almost surreal to think that she could make him want her so badly. Her own mind was wild with need, focused only on the constant touch that they both so desperately craved. She was playing with fire - they both knew it. They were alone, truly completely alone. Anything could happen.
And she wanted it to.
She watched him with wide eyes as she undressed, waiting to see how he’d react. Though she didn’t know what to expect, she needed to please him. She needed to feel his want for her once more. That was the force that drove her now. She needed to know that he was just as affected as her by this insane pull between them.
Myrrine was not disappointed.
His mouth descended on her bared skin and instantly her hands clutched him, holding her steady as her head tipped back in a low moan. Now was the time to catch her breath, yet Hashe seemed intent on stealing it away over and over again. His mouth moved over her skin with the eagerness of a dying man at his last supper, and it only made her want him all the more. Her chest rose with every deep breath she managed to take amongst the chorus of moans, gasps and whimpers he drew forth from her, her grip on him the only thing keeping her from falling entirely.
She straightened as he suddenly pulled back, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes that quickly widened as he removed his tunic revealing his own chest to her. She had barely had the chance to catch a glimpse of the beautiful body his cloth had hidden before he was moving them. Suddenly now she lay on her back beneath him as he held himself above.
Now there was no more need to worry about trivial matters such as holding herself up. She was free to melt under his attentions at last. There was a fire in her core that ached for him that he stoked with every touch. Her fingers raked through his hair as his mouth found her breast once more, gently holding him to her, eyes closing as she basked in his desire. When his hand shifted to toy with the other, she found herself arching and squirming beneath him. She could feel that tension in her belly tightening with his every touch. The only intelligible word she could manage amongst with her varied sounds of pleasure was his name, murmured over and over, her voice thick with need.
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The sound he made as she pulled her lips from his sent a jolt of desire through her. It was almost surreal to think that she could make him want her so badly. Her own mind was wild with need, focused only on the constant touch that they both so desperately craved. She was playing with fire - they both knew it. They were alone, truly completely alone. Anything could happen.
And she wanted it to.
She watched him with wide eyes as she undressed, waiting to see how he’d react. Though she didn’t know what to expect, she needed to please him. She needed to feel his want for her once more. That was the force that drove her now. She needed to know that he was just as affected as her by this insane pull between them.
Myrrine was not disappointed.
His mouth descended on her bared skin and instantly her hands clutched him, holding her steady as her head tipped back in a low moan. Now was the time to catch her breath, yet Hashe seemed intent on stealing it away over and over again. His mouth moved over her skin with the eagerness of a dying man at his last supper, and it only made her want him all the more. Her chest rose with every deep breath she managed to take amongst the chorus of moans, gasps and whimpers he drew forth from her, her grip on him the only thing keeping her from falling entirely.
She straightened as he suddenly pulled back, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes that quickly widened as he removed his tunic revealing his own chest to her. She had barely had the chance to catch a glimpse of the beautiful body his cloth had hidden before he was moving them. Suddenly now she lay on her back beneath him as he held himself above.
Now there was no more need to worry about trivial matters such as holding herself up. She was free to melt under his attentions at last. There was a fire in her core that ached for him that he stoked with every touch. Her fingers raked through his hair as his mouth found her breast once more, gently holding him to her, eyes closing as she basked in his desire. When his hand shifted to toy with the other, she found herself arching and squirming beneath him. She could feel that tension in her belly tightening with his every touch. The only intelligible word she could manage amongst with her varied sounds of pleasure was his name, murmured over and over, her voice thick with need.
The sound he made as she pulled her lips from his sent a jolt of desire through her. It was almost surreal to think that she could make him want her so badly. Her own mind was wild with need, focused only on the constant touch that they both so desperately craved. She was playing with fire - they both knew it. They were alone, truly completely alone. Anything could happen.
And she wanted it to.
She watched him with wide eyes as she undressed, waiting to see how he’d react. Though she didn’t know what to expect, she needed to please him. She needed to feel his want for her once more. That was the force that drove her now. She needed to know that he was just as affected as her by this insane pull between them.
Myrrine was not disappointed.
His mouth descended on her bared skin and instantly her hands clutched him, holding her steady as her head tipped back in a low moan. Now was the time to catch her breath, yet Hashe seemed intent on stealing it away over and over again. His mouth moved over her skin with the eagerness of a dying man at his last supper, and it only made her want him all the more. Her chest rose with every deep breath she managed to take amongst the chorus of moans, gasps and whimpers he drew forth from her, her grip on him the only thing keeping her from falling entirely.
She straightened as he suddenly pulled back, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes that quickly widened as he removed his tunic revealing his own chest to her. She had barely had the chance to catch a glimpse of the beautiful body his cloth had hidden before he was moving them. Suddenly now she lay on her back beneath him as he held himself above.
Now there was no more need to worry about trivial matters such as holding herself up. She was free to melt under his attentions at last. There was a fire in her core that ached for him that he stoked with every touch. Her fingers raked through his hair as his mouth found her breast once more, gently holding him to her, eyes closing as she basked in his desire. When his hand shifted to toy with the other, she found herself arching and squirming beneath him. She could feel that tension in her belly tightening with his every touch. The only intelligible word she could manage amongst with her varied sounds of pleasure was his name, murmured over and over, her voice thick with need.
Supporting her as she writhed in his lap was a task well worth the efforts, but as they shifted to lay on the bed he was able to properly enjoy each musical sound that dropped from her lips. Each time she spoke his name in the mix of the whimpers and gasping breaths a bolt of heat went through him. If he’d been a more patient man he could have continued with this all night, just testing each inch of her skin to see which was most sensitive. In a world where there was no fear associated with spending the night lingering into the morning and luxuriating in bed with her he would have done just that. Instead he was limited to the moments he could steal, thieving from her as he did to survive.
Nahash reached for the belt at her waist, fingers fumbling with the knot as his attention continued to be pulled by the way her hands ran through his hair, working it apart and throwing it aside without regard to the noise it might make. As soon as the boundary was removed he arched back enough to tug the material further down, letting it pool slightly at her hips. Lowering himself once again, he slowed this time and bit at her skin, purposely working a mark against her stomach that would linger, marking what he claimed as his. His hands hovered at the material around her hips, lifting his gaze to hers for permission as he slowly began to pull at the fabric that would leave her bare.
“Myrrine..”
Once again his voice was thick with need, more so than the first night he had wanted her. Every part of him felt aflame, aching with desire that had not been so awakened in a longer time than he wished to admit. There was a temptation to steal her away from this place and take her with him, that he could keep her and the way she spoke his name so reverently with him wherever he went. If she gave in he thought in this moment he very well might, damned what his comrades might say. He could never bring her into his world, not really, but damn if he didn’t want to give up this feeling.
His lips found hers briefly, suckling at her bottom lip before drawing his kisses over her cheeks and jaw to her ear. All but laying against her there was no hiding the hard desire he felt for her, breath hot against her as he gave a groan of need. “Let me have you..”
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Supporting her as she writhed in his lap was a task well worth the efforts, but as they shifted to lay on the bed he was able to properly enjoy each musical sound that dropped from her lips. Each time she spoke his name in the mix of the whimpers and gasping breaths a bolt of heat went through him. If he’d been a more patient man he could have continued with this all night, just testing each inch of her skin to see which was most sensitive. In a world where there was no fear associated with spending the night lingering into the morning and luxuriating in bed with her he would have done just that. Instead he was limited to the moments he could steal, thieving from her as he did to survive.
Nahash reached for the belt at her waist, fingers fumbling with the knot as his attention continued to be pulled by the way her hands ran through his hair, working it apart and throwing it aside without regard to the noise it might make. As soon as the boundary was removed he arched back enough to tug the material further down, letting it pool slightly at her hips. Lowering himself once again, he slowed this time and bit at her skin, purposely working a mark against her stomach that would linger, marking what he claimed as his. His hands hovered at the material around her hips, lifting his gaze to hers for permission as he slowly began to pull at the fabric that would leave her bare.
“Myrrine..”
Once again his voice was thick with need, more so than the first night he had wanted her. Every part of him felt aflame, aching with desire that had not been so awakened in a longer time than he wished to admit. There was a temptation to steal her away from this place and take her with him, that he could keep her and the way she spoke his name so reverently with him wherever he went. If she gave in he thought in this moment he very well might, damned what his comrades might say. He could never bring her into his world, not really, but damn if he didn’t want to give up this feeling.
His lips found hers briefly, suckling at her bottom lip before drawing his kisses over her cheeks and jaw to her ear. All but laying against her there was no hiding the hard desire he felt for her, breath hot against her as he gave a groan of need. “Let me have you..”
Supporting her as she writhed in his lap was a task well worth the efforts, but as they shifted to lay on the bed he was able to properly enjoy each musical sound that dropped from her lips. Each time she spoke his name in the mix of the whimpers and gasping breaths a bolt of heat went through him. If he’d been a more patient man he could have continued with this all night, just testing each inch of her skin to see which was most sensitive. In a world where there was no fear associated with spending the night lingering into the morning and luxuriating in bed with her he would have done just that. Instead he was limited to the moments he could steal, thieving from her as he did to survive.
Nahash reached for the belt at her waist, fingers fumbling with the knot as his attention continued to be pulled by the way her hands ran through his hair, working it apart and throwing it aside without regard to the noise it might make. As soon as the boundary was removed he arched back enough to tug the material further down, letting it pool slightly at her hips. Lowering himself once again, he slowed this time and bit at her skin, purposely working a mark against her stomach that would linger, marking what he claimed as his. His hands hovered at the material around her hips, lifting his gaze to hers for permission as he slowly began to pull at the fabric that would leave her bare.
“Myrrine..”
Once again his voice was thick with need, more so than the first night he had wanted her. Every part of him felt aflame, aching with desire that had not been so awakened in a longer time than he wished to admit. There was a temptation to steal her away from this place and take her with him, that he could keep her and the way she spoke his name so reverently with him wherever he went. If she gave in he thought in this moment he very well might, damned what his comrades might say. He could never bring her into his world, not really, but damn if he didn’t want to give up this feeling.
His lips found hers briefly, suckling at her bottom lip before drawing his kisses over her cheeks and jaw to her ear. All but laying against her there was no hiding the hard desire he felt for her, breath hot against her as he gave a groan of need. “Let me have you..”
Time ceased to exist as his mouth and hands explored her body. He coaxed sounds out of her that she never imagined that she was capable of. Gifted her with pleasure that she never dreamed of experiencing. She had never put much thought into romance or seduction, and yet it seemed Hashe embodied her every dream, made flesh before her.
She heard the dull thud as her belt was tossed aside, felt the pressure of it around her waist gone. She lifted her hips instinctively, making his task of tugging her clothes further down her body. Even as she felt his teeth against her tender skin, it only served to heighten what she was feeling. Though perhaps not as much as the knowledge that he was marking her - his. She wanted to be nothing more than his.
Just the way he said her name earned a low moan, even before she opened her eyes to meet his once more. She gave a small nod, lifting her hips again to aid his endeavor. She already felt laid bare before him in far more intimate ways - a scrap of fabric was inconsequential.
She had never felt this way before, set aflame in the most tantalizing of ways as a molten heat grew stronger in her core. For a moment, she dare allow herself to imagine running away with him. What it might be like to travel the world at his side, enjoying each other every night. She had to fight the urge to beg him to take her away. She couldn’t imagine a future that looked any brighter than that - no matter how impossible it was.
His lips returned to hers all too briefly, leaving her groaning as he sucked at her lower lip before pulling away, shifting his mouth over to her ear. He was pressed to her now, and she could feel his desire, thick in his trousers, even as he pressed against her own pulsing need. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing up into him, wanting to feel all of him, her fingers digging into the skin of his back.
His words made her ache and nearly cry. She wanted what he did so badly, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him the full truth - that she had never been touched by any but him. But she couldn’t deny him and send him away either. Instead, she opened her eyes, a spark of inspiration in their brown depths.
Myrrine pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so that she sat astride him. She leaned down, pressing her body against his once more, relishing the way his skin felt against hers, even as her hips moved impatiently against his. She kissed him, long and hard and deep, as if she was pouring all her desire into it, hoping he’d believe what she said next. She pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes, her breath warm on his lips.
“Please, understand, I... I cannot take that risk yet, Hashe. No matter how badly I want to.” She didn’t want to explain that she had spent her entire life as a woman caring for children and she wasn’t ready to risk having to raise her own just yet. She just prayed he would accept her answer. Her lips lowered to the base of his throat before moving down his chest, the rest of her sliding down his body. She paused once more to look at him.
“But I have no intention of sending you away,” she promised. Her fingers moved over the obvious length of him, through the fabric of his trousers. “Or leaving you unsatisfied.” She tugged teasingly at the waist of the fabric, biting her lower lip as she held his gaze.
“If you’ll let me.”
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Time ceased to exist as his mouth and hands explored her body. He coaxed sounds out of her that she never imagined that she was capable of. Gifted her with pleasure that she never dreamed of experiencing. She had never put much thought into romance or seduction, and yet it seemed Hashe embodied her every dream, made flesh before her.
She heard the dull thud as her belt was tossed aside, felt the pressure of it around her waist gone. She lifted her hips instinctively, making his task of tugging her clothes further down her body. Even as she felt his teeth against her tender skin, it only served to heighten what she was feeling. Though perhaps not as much as the knowledge that he was marking her - his. She wanted to be nothing more than his.
Just the way he said her name earned a low moan, even before she opened her eyes to meet his once more. She gave a small nod, lifting her hips again to aid his endeavor. She already felt laid bare before him in far more intimate ways - a scrap of fabric was inconsequential.
She had never felt this way before, set aflame in the most tantalizing of ways as a molten heat grew stronger in her core. For a moment, she dare allow herself to imagine running away with him. What it might be like to travel the world at his side, enjoying each other every night. She had to fight the urge to beg him to take her away. She couldn’t imagine a future that looked any brighter than that - no matter how impossible it was.
His lips returned to hers all too briefly, leaving her groaning as he sucked at her lower lip before pulling away, shifting his mouth over to her ear. He was pressed to her now, and she could feel his desire, thick in his trousers, even as he pressed against her own pulsing need. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing up into him, wanting to feel all of him, her fingers digging into the skin of his back.
His words made her ache and nearly cry. She wanted what he did so badly, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him the full truth - that she had never been touched by any but him. But she couldn’t deny him and send him away either. Instead, she opened her eyes, a spark of inspiration in their brown depths.
Myrrine pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so that she sat astride him. She leaned down, pressing her body against his once more, relishing the way his skin felt against hers, even as her hips moved impatiently against his. She kissed him, long and hard and deep, as if she was pouring all her desire into it, hoping he’d believe what she said next. She pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes, her breath warm on his lips.
“Please, understand, I... I cannot take that risk yet, Hashe. No matter how badly I want to.” She didn’t want to explain that she had spent her entire life as a woman caring for children and she wasn’t ready to risk having to raise her own just yet. She just prayed he would accept her answer. Her lips lowered to the base of his throat before moving down his chest, the rest of her sliding down his body. She paused once more to look at him.
“But I have no intention of sending you away,” she promised. Her fingers moved over the obvious length of him, through the fabric of his trousers. “Or leaving you unsatisfied.” She tugged teasingly at the waist of the fabric, biting her lower lip as she held his gaze.
“If you’ll let me.”
Time ceased to exist as his mouth and hands explored her body. He coaxed sounds out of her that she never imagined that she was capable of. Gifted her with pleasure that she never dreamed of experiencing. She had never put much thought into romance or seduction, and yet it seemed Hashe embodied her every dream, made flesh before her.
She heard the dull thud as her belt was tossed aside, felt the pressure of it around her waist gone. She lifted her hips instinctively, making his task of tugging her clothes further down her body. Even as she felt his teeth against her tender skin, it only served to heighten what she was feeling. Though perhaps not as much as the knowledge that he was marking her - his. She wanted to be nothing more than his.
Just the way he said her name earned a low moan, even before she opened her eyes to meet his once more. She gave a small nod, lifting her hips again to aid his endeavor. She already felt laid bare before him in far more intimate ways - a scrap of fabric was inconsequential.
She had never felt this way before, set aflame in the most tantalizing of ways as a molten heat grew stronger in her core. For a moment, she dare allow herself to imagine running away with him. What it might be like to travel the world at his side, enjoying each other every night. She had to fight the urge to beg him to take her away. She couldn’t imagine a future that looked any brighter than that - no matter how impossible it was.
His lips returned to hers all too briefly, leaving her groaning as he sucked at her lower lip before pulling away, shifting his mouth over to her ear. He was pressed to her now, and she could feel his desire, thick in his trousers, even as he pressed against her own pulsing need. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing up into him, wanting to feel all of him, her fingers digging into the skin of his back.
His words made her ache and nearly cry. She wanted what he did so badly, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him the full truth - that she had never been touched by any but him. But she couldn’t deny him and send him away either. Instead, she opened her eyes, a spark of inspiration in their brown depths.
Myrrine pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so that she sat astride him. She leaned down, pressing her body against his once more, relishing the way his skin felt against hers, even as her hips moved impatiently against his. She kissed him, long and hard and deep, as if she was pouring all her desire into it, hoping he’d believe what she said next. She pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes, her breath warm on his lips.
“Please, understand, I... I cannot take that risk yet, Hashe. No matter how badly I want to.” She didn’t want to explain that she had spent her entire life as a woman caring for children and she wasn’t ready to risk having to raise her own just yet. She just prayed he would accept her answer. Her lips lowered to the base of his throat before moving down his chest, the rest of her sliding down his body. She paused once more to look at him.
“But I have no intention of sending you away,” she promised. Her fingers moved over the obvious length of him, through the fabric of his trousers. “Or leaving you unsatisfied.” She tugged teasingly at the waist of the fabric, biting her lower lip as she held his gaze.
“If you’ll let me.”
As soon as her body shifted to allow him to drag her clothing off entirely he felt victorious, certain now that she wouldn't deny him anything after this. Certainly she seemed to have no hesitations like there had been the last night, his name on her lips and the way she trembled beneath him hid none of her desire. Her body rocking up against his own seeking more was proof enough of that, the bite of her nails into the skin of his back seemingly looking to add more scars to the expanse already left.
When her dark eyes met his own he felt a thrill, there was something there, an idea that he was more than willing to let form. The push at his shoulder was not enough force to fully turn him, but her direction was obvious and he landed on his back, hands instantly finding purchase on her hips as she sat above him like a triumphant goddess. In the dim light of the room she looked otherworldly, and he eagerly awaited her response be it verbal or physical.
As her hips rolled against his he could not have anticipated anything except exactly what he wanted. In most cases he wished his clothing was thicker and warmer, but in the moment he wanted nothing more than the thinner less constrictive fabrics of the southern climates, or better absolutely nothing between them. His hands had drifted to try to remove the final offending piece when her lips found his and he fell into the moment with a low moan, drawing her down against him as he rocked his own desire up to meet hers. The words she spoke hardly registered for a moment, the heat of her breath against his own, the bare skin of their torsos connected.
Blinking, Nahash gave a nod at her rejection, disappointment flowing through him. He was prepared to leave, to gather his tunic and pretend he might come back before vanishing once again into the night. Eyes closed to savor the moment as he tried to slow his heart rate, he was surprised by her lips on his throat instead, reaching to catch her hands and stop her actions so he could compose himself enough to leave. The way her fingers brushed over his length and came to dip beneath the band of his trousers had him even more confused until she spoke. It wasn't exactly what he had been seeking, but then again, the bed was exceptionally comfortable.
A grin spread over his lips at her request and he gave another nod before releasing her hands, catching one of his own through her hair and lifting off the bed to kiss her hungrily once more. "If you wish..I could never say no to you, mistress."
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As soon as her body shifted to allow him to drag her clothing off entirely he felt victorious, certain now that she wouldn't deny him anything after this. Certainly she seemed to have no hesitations like there had been the last night, his name on her lips and the way she trembled beneath him hid none of her desire. Her body rocking up against his own seeking more was proof enough of that, the bite of her nails into the skin of his back seemingly looking to add more scars to the expanse already left.
When her dark eyes met his own he felt a thrill, there was something there, an idea that he was more than willing to let form. The push at his shoulder was not enough force to fully turn him, but her direction was obvious and he landed on his back, hands instantly finding purchase on her hips as she sat above him like a triumphant goddess. In the dim light of the room she looked otherworldly, and he eagerly awaited her response be it verbal or physical.
As her hips rolled against his he could not have anticipated anything except exactly what he wanted. In most cases he wished his clothing was thicker and warmer, but in the moment he wanted nothing more than the thinner less constrictive fabrics of the southern climates, or better absolutely nothing between them. His hands had drifted to try to remove the final offending piece when her lips found his and he fell into the moment with a low moan, drawing her down against him as he rocked his own desire up to meet hers. The words she spoke hardly registered for a moment, the heat of her breath against his own, the bare skin of their torsos connected.
Blinking, Nahash gave a nod at her rejection, disappointment flowing through him. He was prepared to leave, to gather his tunic and pretend he might come back before vanishing once again into the night. Eyes closed to savor the moment as he tried to slow his heart rate, he was surprised by her lips on his throat instead, reaching to catch her hands and stop her actions so he could compose himself enough to leave. The way her fingers brushed over his length and came to dip beneath the band of his trousers had him even more confused until she spoke. It wasn't exactly what he had been seeking, but then again, the bed was exceptionally comfortable.
A grin spread over his lips at her request and he gave another nod before releasing her hands, catching one of his own through her hair and lifting off the bed to kiss her hungrily once more. "If you wish..I could never say no to you, mistress."
As soon as her body shifted to allow him to drag her clothing off entirely he felt victorious, certain now that she wouldn't deny him anything after this. Certainly she seemed to have no hesitations like there had been the last night, his name on her lips and the way she trembled beneath him hid none of her desire. Her body rocking up against his own seeking more was proof enough of that, the bite of her nails into the skin of his back seemingly looking to add more scars to the expanse already left.
When her dark eyes met his own he felt a thrill, there was something there, an idea that he was more than willing to let form. The push at his shoulder was not enough force to fully turn him, but her direction was obvious and he landed on his back, hands instantly finding purchase on her hips as she sat above him like a triumphant goddess. In the dim light of the room she looked otherworldly, and he eagerly awaited her response be it verbal or physical.
As her hips rolled against his he could not have anticipated anything except exactly what he wanted. In most cases he wished his clothing was thicker and warmer, but in the moment he wanted nothing more than the thinner less constrictive fabrics of the southern climates, or better absolutely nothing between them. His hands had drifted to try to remove the final offending piece when her lips found his and he fell into the moment with a low moan, drawing her down against him as he rocked his own desire up to meet hers. The words she spoke hardly registered for a moment, the heat of her breath against his own, the bare skin of their torsos connected.
Blinking, Nahash gave a nod at her rejection, disappointment flowing through him. He was prepared to leave, to gather his tunic and pretend he might come back before vanishing once again into the night. Eyes closed to savor the moment as he tried to slow his heart rate, he was surprised by her lips on his throat instead, reaching to catch her hands and stop her actions so he could compose himself enough to leave. The way her fingers brushed over his length and came to dip beneath the band of his trousers had him even more confused until she spoke. It wasn't exactly what he had been seeking, but then again, the bed was exceptionally comfortable.
A grin spread over his lips at her request and he gave another nod before releasing her hands, catching one of his own through her hair and lifting off the bed to kiss her hungrily once more. "If you wish..I could never say no to you, mistress."