Chapter 8

Descaris

A lthough my body burned for her, I knew she needed more from me than just the physical. As amazing as the physical would be. Somehow, through our connection, she had shown me what our lives could be. A feeling I'd never known. Something that was almost overwhelming. I'd wrapped myself around her and let her fall asleep in my arms. Such a simple pleasure, spending the night with your mate. Torturous. But wonderful.

When she'd woken and turned her sleepy little face towards me, I knew I was lost. Everything I had been was gone. She had truly destroyed me. And I didn't mind one bit. Everything I was from now on was for her. Perhaps I was broken, but I never wanted to be fixed. And all of this, these feelings for her, weren't a weakness. I had never felt stronger or more determined to shape fate the way I wanted.

She smiled at me shyly as she wordlessly changed into her work clothes. I watched her curves with fascination. They were exquisite. I wanted to taste every inch of her olive skin.

"I'm sorry, I'm running late for a session. I have to go."

"When will you be back?"

"I'll dash back at lunch to grab a shower."

The words hung in the air between us, and she grinned.

"I wouldn't miss that for the world."

She blushed, and I floated to her. She leaned into me and let me slowly graze my lips over hers. Then, because I didn't think I could control myself any more, I blipped back to my cell. My feelings threatened to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes, playing back the scene she had shown me of us together. I'd turned from a cold-hearted viscous ruler to a pile of mush. But I was a pile of mush that would do absolutely anything to have that moment with her.

I stayed in my cell, trying to process everything until the lunch bell rang. I blipped straight to her room, beating her there by a few minutes. When she walked in the door, I rushed to her, gathering her up against me. Our lips clashed together. I devoured her, and she moaned into my mouth. I was completely solid and as hard as a rock. There'd been plenty of sexual experiences in my long life, but I'd never kissed, and been kissed in return, like our lives depended on it. Like it was an exquisitely erotic experience all of its own.

Ella pulled away, and it was all I could do to not grab her and press her back against me. She took my hand and led me into the small, grey bathroom. I leaned against the wall as she slowly removed her clothes, smiling a sweet smile at me. She wasn't trying to be sexy or enticing, it just was because it was her. Her body was perfection. That curve in at the waist and then back out at the hips. The soft stomach and thighs. I wanted to squeeze them tightly. Her round breasts were just the right size for my large hand.

She turned the shower on and stepped in. Water ran over her, soaking her hair, and trails of water ran down her body.

"You are delicious, Ella."

I tried to keep my voice smooth and calm, but there was a low edge to it that gave away my desperate arousal. She smiled a shy smile at me.

"Join me."

Her voice quivered, like she doubted that I would want to. I never wanted her to question my need for her. I blipped straight in, leaving my robe floating to the ground outside the cubicle. She blinked with surprise and then looked me up and down. My inky black body was well muscled, and she seemed to like it given how long she took to look me up and down.

"What do you want from me, Descaris?"

I knew what she meant. She meant in this moment. Now. Sexually. But the only answer I could give covered more than that.

"Everything. Give me all of you."

Her eyes flickered down to my cock, lingering on it.

"I can modify my form. It can be any size you want. Bigger if you like."

"I don't think I could handle anything bigger than that!"

I laughed and reached out a hand towards her. She took it and stepped closer. Our lips met again, wet and slippery this time. Her tongue reached straight for mine and my hand slid down her body, enjoying every inch of her soft, smooth skin. I reached down to her clit and grazed a finger over it. She groaned, and it nearly drove me insane.

I rubbed her in small circles until her hips rolled towards me. I held still and let her push herself forwards until my finger was at her entrance. If that's what she wanted, then I was more than happy to give it to her and I pushed inside her. She twitched and rocked, kissing me hard as she slid around my finger and rode it. I added another one in and she gasped before riding them harder. My needy little angel.

I wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, to take my time. But my cock was screaming for attention. As if she knew, she reached and wrapped a hand around it. I let my head fall back as she ran soft fingers up and down it. I tried to take steadying breaths to avoid coming there and then all over her. A war began in my head. Let her keep stroking me or pull away to focus on her. She deserved to be the focus of attention.