“I like you just the way you are.” It sounded so cheesy she laughed. His eyes crinkled around the corners then his deep laughter followed. “Lame but true. I do. I've liked you from the first moment I set eyes on you.”

His expression turned grim. “I wanted to run hard and fast.”

Her mouth fell open and she slapped his arm as female indignation swept up through her. His heavy laughter floated over her though, but she still pouted.

“Not nice,” she said.

He nodded. “True enough.” His eyes locked on hers turning serious in a second. “But do you know why I wanted to run?” She shook her head mutely. “Because you scared me. I saw you with your free smiles, bubbly laughter and it felt good having it aimed at me. You looked at me not like I was a demon, but a man you could want. I liked that. I liked that a lot.” His voice grew even deeper, softer. As his words resonated in her addled mind he stiffened then sat up in the bed.

She knew after what he just revealed that he was ready to retreat and pretend it didn't happen. But she wasn't going to let that happen. Lily sat up and wrapped her arms around his chest, pressed her breasts against the warm skin of his back.

“It's all right. Just...be with me.” She felt as though she was secretly asking more from him but even she wasn't sure what, exactly.

He stood and she stifled her disappointment as a chill brushed over her where his body had kept her warm. Her nipples hardened at the chill and she crossed an arm across them. He turned around though and her heart started to thump. He was so big, so strong. A golden god of sorts. The blue hair, so surreal looking one would think it was a dye job, but not on him. He'd never do something so fake.

He leaned down, his fists landing on either side of her hips in the mattress, denting the material. His gaze roamed over her eyes, her lips. “I used to look forward to your letters.”

She laughed. It was either that or have a heart attack from shock. “No way.” His body moved in, cornering her and she leaned back and back until she fell flat across the mattress.

“Yes. Sometimes I'd read them half a dozen times. I could almost hear your voice talking to me. One in particular I kept.”

“So you did toss them in the fire!” She grinned because that had been a guess purely on her part.

He caught her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. An answering jolt of arousal sparked inside her, made her breath catch. He released and growled a deep vibrating sound that went straight to her core.

“I did. But not all of them. I kept one.”

Her mind tried to rack through all the letters she'd sent him. She must have sent at least twelve. Had it been the first one where she told him she had a dream of them kissing under a sky that looked an awful lot like the rift's sky? Or maybe it was, no. A dark blush bloomed over her face making her feel warm under his focused scrutiny.

“You remember.” He pressed her fully onto the mattress, his strong hot upper body trapping her, thrilling her. “I recall each little detail. I suppose I could throw it away but I couldn't make myself do it. It kept me up some nights.”

She blushed so hard she had to look away. It was one thing writing to him about her sexual fantasies it was another to hear about it from his own lips. His hands caught her wrists and then he slid down her body like a slinking cat and pressed her hands into the mattress in a way that clearly meant: do not move. Her entire body tightened and her heart raced wildly like a stampede.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. She felt his tongue before she saw it. Warm and wet he pressed his tongue to the center of her stomach and slowly licked a path down to her belly button. Her hips arched, writhing against him at the touch.

“What you said you wanted me to do that day at Lyonis'. I'm going to lick you from your head to your toes.”

Her fingers fisted the sheet beneath. A fine tremble began in her stomach, seeping out to her thighs and arms.

“Relax,” he said gently, his tongue dipping into her belly button. His soft lips kissed a path to each of her hipbones before starting down the top of one leg. His hands held her in place, gave her some stability or else she might shoot up and start making demands. A mixture of wet tongue and warm lips played against her skin, creating a stir of arousal and goose bumps. He made it to her first knee and she could barely catch her breath as he lifted it and spread her open.

A flash of embarrassment caught her and she scolded herself. They'd had sex before. Though he'd never actually been this close to her pussy, he'd been inside of it. Still, she stiffened because he could see her so clearly now. Then a soft moan left her as his tongue traced the seam behind her knees. Her breath caught and let out on a needy sigh; her hands kneaded the bed sheet.

“Oh my god.”

“You have beautiful legs, Lily.” His demonic voice sounded as if it'd dropped an octave. The sound of it unfurled need in her, making her wet and damp. He kissed his way down her leg, then released her hands when he couldn't do both at the same time. “Do not move,” he warned. The growl in his voice made her lock her hands in place. She'd do anything he asked so long as he continued to touch her.

He reached for a foot and pressed kisses to the arch, gently biting on her toe. She undulated as warm pleasure swarmed inside her. She'd never known. Never knew that being touched there went straight to her core making her pant like a dog.

He nibbled the toes on her other foot until she giggled and fought him. Then he made his way back up her other leg with wet tongue and warm kisses. Suddenly, seeing him creep up her body sent a wave of longing through her. She wanted to part her legs and feel his mouth between her legs, just like she'd teased him about a year ago.

“You are soft as silk,” he said as his lips kissed over her knee then inside her leg, moving upwards. She had to part her legs or else he wouldn't fit, but insecurity got the better of her and she didn't. His eyes shot up her body to watch her. “Since when are you shy, Lily?”

Since I'm not juiced up on my meds. Instead of that honest declaration she said, “I've never done that before....”

His smile positively curled her toes. His hands grasped her thighs then slowly spread her open as he kissed his way up. Lily slammed her eyes closed, her entire body tense like a taut bowstring as she waited for the first touch.

One of his hands left her thighs and he kept her propped open with his big shoulders. A finger passed down her wet lips then pushed inside her needy tissues. A moan left her and when he slowly began to pump his finger even more breathy moans came. His stiff tongue passed over her then delved between her lips to find her clitoris. He barely moved it. Just rotated the tip of his stiff tongue across her excited nerves as if he had all the time in the world while pumping that finger in her slick passage.

“Telal,” she croaked, her head swishing from side to side.

Her entire body was tensing up, coiling, readying to fly apart with something she knew would be earth shattering. Then his tongue left her, and his finger pulled away leaving a heavy, empty feeling inside her. She panted, her hands crushing the sheet in her fists.

“Don't stop, please,” she moaned.

And then his tongue thrust inside her, retreated then thrust in again, fucking her. She moaned high, her hips rocking against him at the slick, soft intrusion. It felt wonderful, incredible but she needed more. Her hands threaded through his hair to tug but he pulled back.

“Touch your tits and don't stop.”

She met his stern gaze then did as he said. She realized she liked touching her breasts like this. Not only did it fuel the passion inside her, bringing her that much closer to ecstasy, but it gave her something to do. Her nipples became the next object of her attention as she tugged and pulled on them.