8. Adella

8

ADELLA

H e takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. We never break contact as he leads the way down a hall. We come to a ladder and he steps to one side motioning that I should climb it. I hesitate, suddenly self-conscious, but I push that aside. It’s ridiculous. It’s not like he doesn’t see me, clothes don’t really hide who I am or my size.

Decision made I put my foot on the rung and climb. I am very much aware of his stare on my ass and instead of feeling embarrassed it fuels the burning desire in my core. I even put a little sway in it for his appreciation and am rewarded with a sharp hiss of him intaking air.

A smile spreads over my face and I climb the rest of the way up emerging into a fancy room. The walls are an almost crimson red. On one wall there is a fancy tapestry looking thing that depicts a beautiful looking galaxy with a dozen planets.

The center of the room is dominated by a large bed that is surrounded by gauzy gray curtains. Fluffy pillows decorate the bed itself resting on a darker gray comforter. Jax comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle.

“That is my home galaxy,” he says turning us so we’re looking at the tapestry. He moves us closer until he can reach out and touch a verdant green-blue planet. “This is Alva.”

“It looks beautiful,” I say.

“It is,” he says, his voice wistful. “Or it was.”

“The war?”

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Who is it your at war with?”

“It’s an intergalactic war. The Krixians are behind most of it,” he says growling the name. “They hired the assasin race, the Darkness.”

“But why?”

“Krixians are mad for power,” he says. “They are at war with everyone. The reasons why do not make sense to anyone.”

I take it all in trying to wrap my head around what I’m getting myself into.

“Are all these planets populated?”

“Eight of the twelve in my system,” he says. “This does not show the Talinsen galaxy where Krix is, but it has nine planets in it. Including Tajss.”

“Tajss? What’s special about Tajss?”

“It’s the only place that epis grows,” he says, nuzzling my neck. His fangs drag across my skin and it’s incredibly erotic.

“Epis?” I ask, trying to suppress a shiver of delight.

He nibbles on my neck and his erection digs into my backside.

“A very unique plant,” he says. “It has many side effects, but mostly it extends life. It is, as you can imagine, very valuable. The one who controls epis controls the universe. Or so the saying goes.”

“That sounds terrifying,” I say.

“Mmm,” he says, kissing across my shoulder as his hands wander down across my stomach and come to rest over my pants right on top of my pussy.

I lean my head to the side, giving myself over to his kisses and attention. I love the sensation of his fangs dragging across my skin. He rubs hard on my mound with one hand while the other finds the hem of my blouse.

Skillfully he pulls up and I raise my hands so my shirt slides right off. He growls in my ear and pushes his hard cock harder against my ass. I grind against him. It’s as if not a day has passed. He’s the same and though I’m not really, at the same time I am.

We move together, through the fumbly parts of sex. Clothes tangling, not being able to reach where you want, the awkward positioning, all of it is overridden with us. We work. It’s not smooth but when is sex really ever smooth unless it’s being faked by porn stars?

I turn into him, pressing my ample breasts against his chest and in my turn I get his shirt off. I take a step back and admire his hard body.

“That’s new,” I say, tracing a long scar that runs across his left ribs. I’d noticed it earlier but didn’t really register when I was more worried about the bleeding wounds.

“It has been very dangerous,” he says. “I will tell you all of it but, for now, I’d prefer to focus on you.”

“Oh,” I say, instantly feeling self-conscious.

I’m significantly heavier than I was when he left. Loneliness, depression, and age have all taken a toll. I cast my eyes down but he hooks my chin and pulls my head up until I’m looking into his eyes.

“You look amazing,” he says, his voice rich and husky.

His eyes burn with desire and his erection is straining at his pants so hard it looks like it might rip its way free. A smile spreads over my face and I run my fingers along the length of the bulge in his pants.

“You’re happy to see me…”

“You have no idea,” he says with a long, low groan as his cock throbs under my hand.

He runs his hands through my hair then lowers his forehead and rests it on mine. His hands roam over my shoulders than unfastens my bra. My boobs drop free and he pulls me closer, his cock crushing into my belly.

He moves into me, forcing me to back up, until the back of my legs hit the bed. He lowers me down onto it, his hands moving as he does. They stop on my pants and undo them and I lift to help him slide them off.

He kisses me, deeply, penetrating, as his fangs bite my lip and tug. I groan with pleasure. His free hand is rubbing over my pussy and I’m ready for him to enter.

“Mmm,” I moan my pleasure.

I undo his pants and they drop until they hang up on his cock. I blindly fumble to free his rock hard member which is what I really want. He moves his hips which helps then his pants drop to his ankles. He’s standing in front of me and I’m on the bed, his cock is right there, ready to enter, but he hesitates.

“Adella,” he says. His face is conflicted as if he is warring within himself. “There is one more thing I must tell you.”

“Now?” I ask, grabbing onto his cock and stroking its length.

He bites his lip and nods. I know I should stop and listen, it’s clearly important, but the feel of his cock in my hand and the way it fits is too distracting. I tighten my grip and increase the speed of my stroking. I’m rewarded for the effort by a long, low groan and him closing his eyes.

“Adella,” he groans my name, grabbing onto my shoulders. “It’s… important…” he struggles to get the words out as I continue my teasing effort.

It’s an effort of will, but I let go of his cock and let him have control of his senses. For now.

“The Paritella, ” he says, stroking my hair as he stares into my eyes. “It requires more than consumation. There is another part, I don’t want to do this unless you know and you not only agree, but you are sure.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“I must mark you.”

“Mark me?”

“Yes, with my fangs, our blood will blend and it will close the connection between us.”

I frown, not understanding.

“You’re going to… bite me? Like, hard?”

He frowns and nods. “It will… not hurt, not really.”

I think about it for a moment but at this point I’ve come so far why would I turn back? More than anything I know that Jax would never hurt me. Decision made I nod my agreement. He purses his lips, staring into my eyes with a searching gaze.

“I’m sure,” I nod.

Only then does he smile. He leans in and we kiss. I run my hands through his hair which is incredibly luscious and soft. He moves from my lips and across my cheek while his hands wander freely.

I let my hand explore too. Running over his hard muscles, tracing the lines of his abs as I go down lower, back to his cock. He’s on my neck, dragging his fangs over my skin. One hand is fondling my tits while the other is on my mound, rubbing.

I close my eyes, laying back onto the bed, and spreading my legs to give him easier access. He doesn’t disappoint. Penetrating with one then two fingers. All the while he’s kissing. When it happens it is unexpected but not painful. I gasp in surprise as I feel the pinch of his fangs piercing. Then something happens.

There are no words. I’m no longer in my body. I’m outside looking down on us, admiring his well chiseled ass. I feel… something. More a knowing than a feeling. I’m aroused, of course, but it feels as if it’s more. Doubling up, growing in a way that doesn’t make sense.

I feel him shove his cock in, replacing his fingers, and it’s amazing. We are moving together in unison, joining, but not only physically. He spoke of a connection being sealed. I realize, suddenly, that is what is happening. I am feeling what he feels as well as what I do.

He cries out, pulling back from my neck. I can see him and me both at the same time. His mouth is open, his fangs are red with what I know is my blood but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I feel his love, I know it as if its my own heart.

He thrusts and retreats while I match his drive. We rise and fall together, building towards something magical. This isn’t sex. Well, not only sex. It’s so much more. It’s special in a way that I cannot imagine being more intimate, more real.

When the orgasm comes I don’t expect it. It hits like a tornado. Dropping out of the sky and ripping through with incredibly pleasurable destructive force. He’s always been able to get me there so it’s not a surprise but what is surprising is the intensity.

It takes a minute to realize I’m not only feeling my own orgasm, but his too. The pleasure is so intense that there is no thinking, only love. We bathe in it. Awash in the glow of not only good sex, but of each others love and admiration for one another.

As the final waves recede it feels as if I drop back into my body but there is a new awareness now. An awareness of how he feels. I can’t really read his mind, not exactly, but I know his emotions and his feelings.

We collapse in each others arms, breathing heavily. The musky smell of sex fills the room as we lie together exhausted. I feel him softening inside and the sensation is perfect.

“I should move,” he whispers.

“Stay,” I say, tightening my arms around him.

I know this pleases him. I feel it in that special place in my head that is him. I close my eyes, holding onto him, and testing this new connection. I try to think towards him, but nothing happens.

He kisses my neck and I shudder because it tickles. He laughs and his joy is like an explosion inside my thoughts. I laugh too.

He pulls out and shifts up onto the bed so that we’re lying side by side, cuddling. We lightly stroke and bask in the glow.

“Are you okay?” he asks at last. “You feel… concerned.”

“You know that?” I ask, rising onto my elbow so I can look at him.

He smiles and nods, one hand trailing along my side and across my hip.

“I told you, we would be connected,” he says. “And we are.”

I nod, biting my lip, feeling his certainty.

“It’s… wild.”

“Yes,” he says, leaning over to kiss my neck and down my arm. “You like?”

“Like?” I giggle. “You know how I feel.”

He smiles and laughs. “I do. And I also know that you need…”

His hand slips between my thighs and into my wetness. In moments we are making love again.