She could remember the moment that she opened her eyes in her room and saw Jon seated next to her. It hadn't occured to her until now, but there had been something that shifted within her. As though a part of her opened, turning to face him like a jasmine blossom opened to the moon. She recognized him as kindred before even knowing what that would mean or how thoroughly broken she was. For such fatalistic meeting, it had been such a quiet event, but how else should it be? Death was a silent companion, arriving far sooner than you expected it and often times too soon. She and Jon were death's children, they came into each other's life with little fanfare and recognized each other without full acknowledgement.
What did he think of her in that moment? What had she thought of him? As he pressed kisses to her hair, er mind wound its way back to that day, still hazy and lingering in darkness. He had been her first sight, her guide and guardian in the new world she found herself in. It was almost as though he had been waiting for her, arranged by fate and destiny. It was not something that she would have put stock in before, but it was hard to ignore that their paths were meant to intertwine. They were made to be the other's and would find their way to each other, no matter the distance or the obstacles. His death, her death, it wasn't enough to stop them, it only prepared them for the other.
"You already are," she returned to him, coaxing him with tender kisses. "Am I not your prized possession? I thought I was yours?" She let the image of that sweet dream linger for a moment longer in her mind. That beautiful home where they could be free to fuck and lavish each other with all of the emotions that swelled their hearts. But she was not a creature to give herself completely to dreams. Practicality had always reigned over her, it was no different now.
Only it was accompanied with one caveat. There was no practicality in this desire she held for him. Madness was at the root of it all, madness and pure animalistic frenzy. Yet as a fire could not contain its heat, she could not contain her need for Jon. It was either she let it out completely and let it burn the both of them or turn to ash from the inside. She had to follow that madness to its end, even if it meant they were sprawled over his tactical map, pushing the others from the room with their cries.
The room was a blur around her. The speed with which he thrust within her dulled her senses until they were only focused on him. She could hear the slapping of their skin in the distance, the sound of a woman moaning without shame, crying out his name and knew it was hers. She could feel the heat in his eyes, as though he could penetrate her further through his gaze. She never believed that bedding a man could be so intense, but here was the proof of it. They hadn't managed to make it to the bed and they had sated their earlier hunger with simple touches and caresses. Now, they were clinging to each other, rutting like beasts in the height of heat. There was little doubt in her mind that once he had spilled his seed, he'd flip her over and begin again.
"You didn't mishear me, but if I fail you, I expect to be punished by my king." She chuckled breathlessly, the air fleeing her lungs rapidly as her hips rocked up wildly. "No...not my king, punished by my mate!" That was what he was. Kings, kingdoms, lords and ladies, they were miniscule and she couldn't bear to compare him to such paltry things. "You are my wolf and I am your she wolf." They certainly were howling like beasts.
"Now?" She whispered, knowing that she was close to breaking. Even with him buried deep within her, she still was playing her games. It was torture for them both, only meant to sweeten the eventual explosion when he broke through her restraints. But as much as she wanted to play and toy with him, she couldn't keep control of her body. A few more thrusts, a few more kisses against her breasts and a few more moans from her lips and she felt herself trembling in his grasp, howling from the intensity of it all. Her body crushed beneath the weight of her climax. "Gods, Jon!"
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What did he think of her in that moment? What had she thought of him? As he pressed kisses to her hair, er mind wound its way back to that day, still hazy and lingering in darkness. He had been her first sight, her guide and guardian in the new world she found herself in. It was almost as though he had been waiting for her, arranged by fate and destiny. It was not something that she would have put stock in before, but it was hard to ignore that their paths were meant to intertwine. They were made to be the other's and would find their way to each other, no matter the distance or the obstacles. His death, her death, it wasn't enough to stop them, it only prepared them for the other.
"You already are," she returned to him, coaxing him with tender kisses. "Am I not your prized possession? I thought I was yours?" She let the image of that sweet dream linger for a moment longer in her mind. That beautiful home where they could be free to fuck and lavish each other with all of the emotions that swelled their hearts. But she was not a creature to give herself completely to dreams. Practicality had always reigned over her, it was no different now.
Only it was accompanied with one caveat. There was no practicality in this desire she held for him. Madness was at the root of it all, madness and pure animalistic frenzy. Yet as a fire could not contain its heat, she could not contain her need for Jon. It was either she let it out completely and let it burn the both of them or turn to ash from the inside. She had to follow that madness to its end, even if it meant they were sprawled over his tactical map, pushing the others from the room with their cries.
The room was a blur around her. The speed with which he thrust within her dulled her senses until they were only focused on him. She could hear the slapping of their skin in the distance, the sound of a woman moaning without shame, crying out his name and knew it was hers. She could feel the heat in his eyes, as though he could penetrate her further through his gaze. She never believed that bedding a man could be so intense, but here was the proof of it. They hadn't managed to make it to the bed and they had sated their earlier hunger with simple touches and caresses. Now, they were clinging to each other, rutting like beasts in the height of heat. There was little doubt in her mind that once he had spilled his seed, he'd flip her over and begin again.
"You didn't mishear me, but if I fail you, I expect to be punished by my king." She chuckled breathlessly, the air fleeing her lungs rapidly as her hips rocked up wildly. "No...not my king, punished by my mate!" That was what he was. Kings, kingdoms, lords and ladies, they were miniscule and she couldn't bear to compare him to such paltry things. "You are my wolf and I am your she wolf." They certainly were howling like beasts.
"Now?" She whispered, knowing that she was close to breaking. Even with him buried deep within her, she still was playing her games. It was torture for them both, only meant to sweeten the eventual explosion when he broke through her restraints. But as much as she wanted to play and toy with him, she couldn't keep control of her body. A few more thrusts, a few more kisses against her breasts and a few more moans from her lips and she felt herself trembling in his grasp, howling from the intensity of it all. Her body crushed beneath the weight of her climax. "Gods, Jon!"