16. Kazrith

Ilinger in Hanna's bedroom longer than I intend to. There's something between us that hums with a quiet intensity, a melody that only the two of us can hear.

She sits on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped delicately over her lap, her vivid emerald eyes brimming with an emotion I cannot decipher. Silence engulfs us, but it doesn't feel empty or cold.

It"s warm. Inviting, even.

Like an intricate dance rehearsed over countless evenings, she twirls a strand of hair around her slender finger while I watch shadows dance around the room, from candles flickering on walls and the silhouettes of trees outside the window.

"Tell me," Hanna finally breaks the silence, her voice teetering between curiosity and trepidation. All the wine she drank must be catching up to her. "What do you see when you look at me?"

The question hangs in the air for a mere moment. How do I tell her? How do I say that when I look at her, I see a masterpiece tinged not just with beauty but with resilience and strength, born out of tragedy? That I see depths to her she herself may not realize?

"I see…" I begin, my words lost amidst a sea of thoughts.

She seems to hold her breath as my gaze finds hers.

"…a woman who's far stronger than she believes herself to be," I finally respond, my voice steady yet brimming with sincerity. "I see someone who's faced formidable waves and has not been swept away. Instead, she's learned to ride them. To conquer them."

Hanna"s eyes widen slightly, her hands unclasping to cradle each other in surprise. The fiery glow of the candlelight seems to enhance the green of her eyes, making them appear almost unnaturally bright. She swallows hard, blinking rapidly as if fighting off tears.

"I see beauty," I continue, drinking in her surprise with a sense of satisfaction. "Not just the kind that"s apparent to the eyes, but the kind that lingers, hidden beneath layers of resilience and wit."

Her lips part slightly as if she has a retort ready at her tongue"s tip, but no sounds escape. The silence returns, but it's different this time—loaded with revelations and confessions.

My gaze turns soft as I watch her grapple with my words, something that truly only happens when she's around. I see a mixture of vulnerability and defiance in her eyes—defiance towards the world that had tried to break her and vulnerability towards me, towards my words that have peeled back her defenses.

I close the distance between us, unable to resist the pull I feel toward her any longer.

My mouth descends hungrily onto hers. She stiffens at first, caught off guard. But as I gently cup her cheek, she melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip my shirt, pulling me closer. It"s a sweet surrender, both of us giving in to the passion that has been building since our eyes first locked on my carriage back in New Solas.

Her lips are soft against mine, yielding yet responsive. The taste of her is intoxicating, a heady mix of innocence and desire that leaves me reeling. I tighten my hold on her, drawing her close until there is no space left between us. Until every inhale is laced with the scent of her, a blend of wine and flowers that teases my senses.

Slowly, I pull away from the kiss. Opening my eyes, I find her watching me, unguarded and open. The softer glow from the moonlight streaming through the window casts shadows over her features and deepens the green of her eyes.

For a minute we just look at each other, breathing heavily. Her eyes travel down to my mouth before flickering back up to meet my gaze again.

She's beautiful. I tried to convince myself otherwise for the sake of our agreement, but there's no use fighting these emotions anymore. Not when I have her cradled in my arms like this. She wants this as much as I do.

I reach out to tuck a few loose strands of black hair behind her ear.

"Hanna..." I whisper against her lips.

My hand drifts down her arm, tracing the curve of her shoulder before resting at the small of her back.

"Yes?" she answers breathlessly.

"I want you," I confess earnestly, even though I know she already suspects it.

Her face softens as she places her hand over mine, a delicate smile playing on her lips as she leans into my touch.

Our gazes remain locked, a silent conversation unfolding between us. Words seem unnecessary. Our eyes convey emotions more potent than any string of sentences could ever articulate. There"s desire, of course, a kind that sets the blood aflame.

But there"s also a profound sense of understanding and connection, two isolated souls finding solace in each other.

Her fingers trace a featherlight path up my arm, causing an involuntary shiver to pass through me. Every touch from her feels electric, igniting pathways within me that I didn"t even know existed.

I lean down once more, capturing her lips with mine in a slow, languorous kiss— a dance of passion and want that leaves us both panting and giddy with desire. Her hands tightly grip my shirt as I deepen the kiss, the necessity for air becoming secondary to the intoxicating taste of her lips.

Pulling away slightly, I press my forehead to hers, our labored breaths mingling in the tiny space between us.

There"s no rush now. We have all the time in the world to explore this newfound intimacy between us.

With one last lingering kiss on her lips, I pull her against me, our bodies intertwining as we lay back on the bed. The soft moonlight filters through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow over the room and bathing us in its soft light.

My hands roam her body, pulling the dress down and off her until she is bare before me. Her fingers nimbly reach for my pants, deftly hooking her fingers over the edge and pulling them off with an urgency that mirrors my own.

Her skin is soft under my fingertips, a canvas of warmth and comfort. I trace patterns down her body, worshiping every inch of her as she arches into my touch, gasping softly at the sensation. Her hands find their way to my back, nails digging gently into my skin as she clings to me.

I capture her mouth once again, our lips moving in sync as we pour our hearts into the kiss. Before long, the desire becomes too much and I can't stand the thought of waiting any longer to claim her.

Hanna must be mine.

"Kazrith," she whispers against my lips. And that's all the permission I need.

I position myself at her entrance and thrust slowly into her, our mutual moans filling the room as I fill her. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of her tight and warm around me. We move together in perfect harmony, each thrust a testament to our shared hunger.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper into her. The rhythm between us intensifies as we chase our climax together.

We"re moving as one now, locked in this intimate dance, lost in each other.

I can see the pleasure etched on her face, and perhaps a twinge of pain, feeling it radiating from every inch of her body—that pure, unadulterated satisfaction that only comes from being with someone who understands you, someone you connect with on a soul-deep level.

Her legs wrap around my waist drawing me deeper into her, silently begging for more. My hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in to anchor myself as I lose control under the overwhelming sensation of being inside her.

Her nails scrape down my back in response, sending shivers down my spine.

I slow down my pace, wanting to make this moment last. Our eyes lock, and I find myself drowning in their depths. The green in her eyes glistens with raw emotion, a beautiful mix of love and longing that stirs something profound within me.

With each subsequent thrust, our bodies move in a harmonious rhythm, establishing a cadence as old as time itself. Her breathy moans echo in my ears, intermingled with my own grunts of pleasure. It"s raw and untamed, passion stripped down to its most primal form.

Soft sighs fill the room as we move together, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my skin as if holding on for dear life. Our bodies are slick with sweat, the heat generated by our joined bodies permeating the room and mingling with the moonlight filtering through the window.

I thought humans weren't made to take demon cock, but Hanna is proving me wrong. She's perfect for this. Her body was made to be mine.

"Hanna," I growl out, my words swallowed by her lips as she pulls me in for another kiss. It"s equally heated and urgent, the softness of her lips against mine creating an exquisite contrast to the intensity of our movements.

Her legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me closer with every thrust. Her head tosses back onto the pillow, her chest heaving with each gasp of pleasure. The sight triggers something primal within me, a deep-rooted instinct that leaves me reeling and desperate for more.

I slow down eventually, savoring each moment as I watch her writhing beneath me. A blissful expression paints her face as she fights to steady her breathing, her fingers entwined with mine as she clings to reality.

The climax arrives like a storm, unrelenting and powerful in its wrath yet beautiful in its destruction. Her body stiffens beneath me as pleasure overwhelms her senses, a silent cry escaping from her lips. The sight of her surrender sends me over the edge, my own release echoing hers in its intensity.

As the echoes of our pleasure fade, we are left in silence. Her fingers gently trace circles on my back, her touch light and comforting against my sweat-drenched skin. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, the taste of her skin a potent reminder of the passion that moments ago shook the very foundations of our world.

"Are you okay?" I ask, pulling away just far enough to meet her gaze. The twinkle in her eyes reassures me before her words even form.

"I am... more than okay," she replies, her voice barely audible.

I find myself chuckling at her response, relief washing over me.

The moonlight spills onto us through the window, casting long shadows that play over our intertwined forms. The air is peppered with the scent of us, musk and sweet flowers mingling together to form a fragrance that is uniquely ours.

She shifts underneath me suddenly, drawing my attention back to her. Her hands find mine as she gently pushes me onto my back, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She moves to straddle my waist, her hair cascading around her like a halo bathed in silver moonlight.

Her fingers trace an intimate path down my chest, sending shivers down my spine. It"s tender and loving, a silent promise of things yet to come.

"I'd like more of what you just gave me," she whispers.

My hands land on her waist, tightening my grip. I plan to make her wish a reality.