floor. I didn’t even care about the wasted fashion, that’s how gone I was. I writhed up to meet his naked body, lost in pleasure.
His hand clenched in my hair and pulled my face up to his. I gasped at the intensity in his eyes and for a second, I worried that he’d regressed to the point I’d first found him, a savage animal. But then his mouth descended on mine and I knew it was passion not insanity that filled him.
“ Vervain,” he growled when he finally pulled away. “I don’t vant to hurt you.”
“ You won’t,” I pulled him back, “I'm a goddess now, remember? Give me everything, I need this as much as you.”
Then he was inside me and my hands were gripping his shoulders. The carpet provided enough traction to keep me in one place thankfully, or we would have been sliding all over the floor from the force of his thrusts. I craved that ferocity though and moved my feet up, planting them firmly on the ground so I could lift my hips to meet his.
Snarling and growling mixed with the furious slams of our skin and I had never been more turned on. His hand was still in my hair and he used it to viciously pull my head to the side so he could sink his teeth into my shoulder. I shouted out my pleasure, my body shaking through the first pulses of passion as he dropped to his elbow so he could use his free hand to work my breast.
It was so rough, a normal human would have been left bruised but I was a goddess now and I didn't care. I wanted the wild mating, I needed to claim and be claimed by someone wonderful. Someone I loved. My heart needed to be burned by Kirill’s passion so it could rise from the ashes and feel whole again. I needed the physical representation that life would go on. That this too would pass.
Kirill shouted out his pleasure as I felt him jerk inside me, setting off my own completion. He slumped to the side, pulling me with him and I found myself lying across his chest, playing with the long braid he’d made of his hair for the evening. I undid it slowly, spreading the heavy silk of it over us, and running my fingers through it over and over.
I loved Kirill’s hair. Shiny black, it hung past his ass in a glory any woman would envy but it never seemed feminine on him. Hell, Kirill could dress in drag and still look all male.
I studied his face. Square jaw, lightly stubbled. Strong, long nose. Sharp cheekbones beneath wide, deep blue eyes. Ebony lashes curling out, their color echoed in the sweeping brows that could be so expressive on him. His forehead was high, regal looking, pulling it all together in a complete picture of rough beauty.
“ Vervain,” ah… that Russian accent didn’t hurt either. “I feel somezing.”
“ Me too, baby,” I giggled and began to kiss my way down his chest, “I’m getting to it, give me a second.”
“ No,” he laughed a little but quickly sobered. “There’s an energy fading from porch. Someone vas here.”
“ What?” I sat up and crawled over to the window.
Pulling aside the fabric that lined not only the window but the walls of my tented living room, I peered cautiously outside. No one was there but something was sitting in front of my door. I let the fabric fall back and stood.
“ I think someone just left another arrangement on the steps,” I opened the door and sure enough, there was a vase of flowers. I froze.
“ Vervain?” Kirill came up behind me.
The simple crystal vase was overflowing with the most beautiful roses and jasmine, the likes of which this world has never seen. But I’d seen them before… in Duat, the Egyptian Underworld.
“ It’s from Anubis,” I picked up the vase as I scanned the front lawn but he was gone now, I was sure of it. “Did you sense a presence while we…?” The thought of Anubis standing on my porch while I made love to my lion was disturbing, to say the least.
“ No,” Kirill pulled me
His hand clenched in my hair and pulled my face up to his. I gasped at the intensity in his eyes and for a second, I worried that he’d regressed to the point I’d first found him, a savage animal. But then his mouth descended on mine and I knew it was passion not insanity that filled him.
“ Vervain,” he growled when he finally pulled away. “I don’t vant to hurt you.”
“ You won’t,” I pulled him back, “I'm a goddess now, remember? Give me everything, I need this as much as you.”
Then he was inside me and my hands were gripping his shoulders. The carpet provided enough traction to keep me in one place thankfully, or we would have been sliding all over the floor from the force of his thrusts. I craved that ferocity though and moved my feet up, planting them firmly on the ground so I could lift my hips to meet his.
Snarling and growling mixed with the furious slams of our skin and I had never been more turned on. His hand was still in my hair and he used it to viciously pull my head to the side so he could sink his teeth into my shoulder. I shouted out my pleasure, my body shaking through the first pulses of passion as he dropped to his elbow so he could use his free hand to work my breast.
It was so rough, a normal human would have been left bruised but I was a goddess now and I didn't care. I wanted the wild mating, I needed to claim and be claimed by someone wonderful. Someone I loved. My heart needed to be burned by Kirill’s passion so it could rise from the ashes and feel whole again. I needed the physical representation that life would go on. That this too would pass.
Kirill shouted out his pleasure as I felt him jerk inside me, setting off my own completion. He slumped to the side, pulling me with him and I found myself lying across his chest, playing with the long braid he’d made of his hair for the evening. I undid it slowly, spreading the heavy silk of it over us, and running my fingers through it over and over.
I loved Kirill’s hair. Shiny black, it hung past his ass in a glory any woman would envy but it never seemed feminine on him. Hell, Kirill could dress in drag and still look all male.
I studied his face. Square jaw, lightly stubbled. Strong, long nose. Sharp cheekbones beneath wide, deep blue eyes. Ebony lashes curling out, their color echoed in the sweeping brows that could be so expressive on him. His forehead was high, regal looking, pulling it all together in a complete picture of rough beauty.
“ Vervain,” ah… that Russian accent didn’t hurt either. “I feel somezing.”
“ Me too, baby,” I giggled and began to kiss my way down his chest, “I’m getting to it, give me a second.”
“ No,” he laughed a little but quickly sobered. “There’s an energy fading from porch. Someone vas here.”
“ What?” I sat up and crawled over to the window.
Pulling aside the fabric that lined not only the window but the walls of my tented living room, I peered cautiously outside. No one was there but something was sitting in front of my door. I let the fabric fall back and stood.
“ I think someone just left another arrangement on the steps,” I opened the door and sure enough, there was a vase of flowers. I froze.
“ Vervain?” Kirill came up behind me.
The simple crystal vase was overflowing with the most beautiful roses and jasmine, the likes of which this world has never seen. But I’d seen them before… in Duat, the Egyptian Underworld.
“ It’s from Anubis,” I picked up the vase as I scanned the front lawn but he was gone now, I was sure of it. “Did you sense a presence while we…?” The thought of Anubis standing on my porch while I made love to my lion was disturbing, to say the least.
“ No,” Kirill pulled me
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