Chapter 81 Chapter Thirty-Eight Part Two - Orenda
After putting Xiema to sleep, I quietly step out of her room. As I carefully close the door behind me, I catch the wonderful aroma of morning glory. I glance down in awe at the trail of Heavenly Blue morning glories scattered across the hallway floor. Their azure-blue trumpet-shaped petals are open, showcasing their white and yellow throats as their fragrance perfumes the air and brings a smile to my face.
Inquisitively, I follow the trail down the hall and around the corner until I’m standing in front of Azadou’s bedroom. With my curiosity growing, I gently rap my knuckles against the door. I sense Azadou inside and can hear his heart rate increase, growing louder as he walks towards the door. When the door opens, my mouth begins to salivate as his intoxicating scent hits me with the force of a cyclone. I almost start drooling when I take in the sight of his defined, bronzed, muscular physique standing in front of me. It takes all of my willpower to draw my eyes up and away from his low-hanging sweatpants and bare chest to look at his face…his sinfully handsome face.
“What’s with the flowers?” I ask, my voice shamefully breathy.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he breathes out, his tone of voice alluding to a wealth of unspoken words.
He holds my gaze as he takes my hand, his touch exquisitely scorching my flesh as he gently pulls me inside, pushing the door shut behind me. I catch the real smell of fire and gaze around the room, my eyes widening as I take in a sea of burning candles, each flickering flame bathing his sleek, black room in a warm glow. Each flame is reflected in the cathedral windows of his room, intensifying the light within. My eyes fall on the circular platform his bed sits upon, drawn to the glistening red satin sheets and enticing red-velvet drapes that cascade at the back of a Gothically carved, hexagonal canopy.
The first time I saw this room, I was too delirious with pain and fear to realise where I was, and then I was too consumed with my daughter to appreciate the sophisticated blend of classic and modern styles. Now, the room itself has captivated my attention. The warm light of the candles makes my heart flutter at their romantic gesture, while the alluring, sensual shades of black and red send a shiver down my spine.
“What is all this?” I whisper, my eyes meeting his.
Reaching out, he cups his hand against my cheek, his scolding touch drawing a sigh from my lips and my eyes fluttering closed as I lean my head against his hand, relishing the warmth washing over me.
“I’m a selfish man, Orenda,” he declares, his voice low, pained yet seductive. I open my eyes and gulp as I take in how his eyes pierce into mine. “I don’t deserve you or the chances you have given me. I should take what you have granted me and be grateful, but I’m selfish and still want more. I want you. All of you. I wanted you before I understood the feeling, and I wanted you even when it felt like I was dying from the very thought. I can’t go another day feeling our essrams so close but so far apart.”
My heart pounds as furiously as his as his words crash over me. My lips begin to dry out from my quickened breaths as I hang on his every word. He draws in a deep breath, steeling himself for what is to come next.
“If you say no, I will respect your choice and not push further. But I can’t live another day without trying to be yours in every way that I can,” he utters, holding the air in his lungs like a balloon about to burst.
I feel the stinging of my eyes as tears threaten me with their presence, but I hold them back. I reach up, capturing his face in my hands, my heart skipping a beat as peace and serenity coat his features at my touch. It doesn’t matter the pain we’ve endured or the hate we once felt, one undeniable fact remains…I have always been his, and he has always been mine. Every day, he shows me his love for me through his actions and words, but it’s not enough. I want to feel his love. I want to feel it consuming me until there’s nothing left.
“I’m selfish too,” I whisper, my thumbs caressing the thick, black hairs that frame his lips. “Having half of you has never been enough for me. I need all of you, and I won’t accept anything less.”
His eyes become frenzied as they search mine, the air leaving his lungs like a raging wind across the sea, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. Every neuron in my brain explodes like a starburst as each nerve in my body comes to life, raging inside me like a sweet inferno. I wrap my arms around his neck at the same moment his arms wrap around my waist, each of us pulling the other close, yet still not close enough. Joy and desire fulminate within me as I realise I’m experiencing my first kiss with my animai…and it’s more exquisite than anything I ever could have imagined.
He kisses me with a fire that burns my lungs to ash; inhaling their smoke and char as if their debris sustains his very existence. My lips move against his, greedy and feverish, my fingers tangling in his hair as I let him feast on me, giving myself up willingly and revelling in every second. My body ignites, and goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel his fingers dig into my lower back, but there’s no pain this time, only pleasure.
I shiver as I feel his hand glide up my back until his fingers weave into my hair. I feel the panic inside me rise, threatening to lock my muscles in place, but the pleasure of Azadou’s velvet lips as they sweep across mine pushes the panic deep into my mind.
He breaks for air, but his lips never leave mine, the heat of our breath mingling intoxicatingly. “Let me submit to you,” he pants, “Tell me what it is you want, and I’ll give it to you. Name it; I’m yours,” he vows, like a knight to a Queen.
I look into his eyes, my fingers caressing his scalp as libidinous thoughts fill my mind on mass, each one more salacious than the last. Insecurity and self-doubt evaporate as carnal desire usurps my mind and fuels my words.
“I want to feel your tongue on my clit, making me moan,” I whisper wantonly.
He growls a low, deep, throaty growl, gripping the back of my neck as his lips ravage my own once more. “Your wish is my command,” he breathes.
In an instant, gravity shifts. I feel satin against my knees and his body under mine as our lips move with the passion of two starved lovers. My skin tingles with a featherlight sensation as he tears my dress from my body, the feeling entirely different for my new body, but just as erotic.
“Let me taste you,” he implores as his hands firmly squeeze my ass, intensifying the heat building between my legs.
With heaving breaths, I crawl forward, straddling his face as I grip the headboard. I gaze into his eyes as I lower myself down, but not fast enough for him, it would seem. He grasps my hips and pulls my full weight down on his face, his hot mouth latching onto my pussy as I feel his warm, wet tongue press against my swollen clit.
My eyes roll back as I let out a sated moan, my body burning and tingling from the contact. I feel his tongue lapping at my nub with leisurely strokes, making my legs quiver. I let out a loud gasp of pleasure, reaching down and fisting his hair in my hand as I feel his tongue plunge deep inside me. I moan and pant, gripping his hair tighter as my hips jolt. His tongue moves inside me with the artistic flourish of a paintbrush; my body the canvas where he brings his masterpiece to life.
I shiver as his hands burn across my skin, and cup my breasts with purpose and tenderness. My nipples pebble and graze his palms as his strong hands knead my sensitive flesh. I let out a slow, drawn-out moan as I feel his tongue find my clit once again.
“Right there,” I utter with a pleasured sigh.
My body jolts and trembles as his tongues flicks across my clit with a rhythm that has my mind going numb.
“Faster…Don’t stop,” I beg.
I let out a cry of ecstasy as his tongue begins to move with incredible speed. My knuckles turn white as I grip his hair and the headboard so firmly that the headboard begins to protest, and I have to remember to modify my newfound strength.
He growls against my heated flesh, his hands squeezing my breasts possessively as his tongue sends my senses into overdrive. My moans turn laboured as I feel the heat building inside me. Every muscle begins to lock up with anticipation as the pleasure rises to explosive levels. His tongue never deviates, maintaining the perfect rhythm and position until he pushes my body as high as it will go, and I fall off the edge.
“AZADOU!” I cry in ecstasy as the edge of the headboard snaps and splinters under my grip, the wood turning to dust in my hand while my body convulses with unimaginable pleasure. My mind blanks as my body is engulfed with rapture, dark spots dancing in my vision as heavenly fire moves through my veins.
I feel my bodyweight shift, and as I force my eyes open, I see Azadou hovering over me, my juices glinting off his goatee as his eyes shine wild with carnality. I pull him down, pressing my lips against him, humming in delight as our lips meet. As I taste myself on him, it fuels my need for him. He groans against my lips, responding with a bruising kiss as his hands roam my body with a needy caress.
“I need you,” I heave, my eyes closing as his lips trail down my neck, burning a trail of hunger across my skin.
He pulls back and looks down at me, his chest moving rapidly. “I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything,” he announces breathlessly, pressing his body against mine, his sweatpants long gone. “I need to be inside you. I feel like I might die if I can’t feel you wrapped around me,” he breathes heavily, his hand cupping my face as his breath fans my lips.
“Then let me save you,” I whisper hungrily, brushing my lips against his as I sweep his hair from his face.
He presses his forehead against mine and, with magnificent slowness, he pushes inside me. My mouth pops open and my face contorts with pleasure as he fills me up inch by inch, my nails digging into his biceps. He groans in ecstasy as he sheathes himself inside me, wrapping his arms tight around me, and as he does, I feel it. I feel the missing puzzle piece locking our essrams together as they finally become one. Warmth and an overwhelming sense of completeness flood my body and essram as our bond seals, uniting us and binding us together for all eternity.
We cling to each other, gasping for air as I feel a cacophony of emotions crash into me, all ranging from the delightful to the depraved. I euphorically embrace each one, treasuring them like sacred jewels only I have been entrusted with. I delight in the knowledge that Azadou has truly given every part of himself to me; he’s not cut off from me anymore, or just outside of my reach; he’s mine and I am his, now and forever.
He pulls back slightly to gaze down at me, and I can’t hold back the surprise and wonder on my face. I reach out and tenderly run my fingers through his hair, my eyes following the strands that make up intense, rainbow streaks through his hair. The colours are jarring against his obsidian hair, yet they effortlessly weave through one another. He gazes at me with the same look of wonder as he grabs a lock of my hair between his fingers. I glance at it, stunned to see concentrated strands of black standing out against waves of brown.
I smile up at him, joy swelling in my chest as I feel awe and gratitude bloom inside him. He lowers his forehead to mine once more and tenderly brushes his nose against mine.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, Orenda. I loved you before I even knew the word for it, and I’ll love you even if the word ceases to exist.”
My smile widens, and tears prick my eyes as I gently caress his cheeks. “I love you, Azadou. I love every inch of you. No matter how ugly and dark some of those inches may be, I will always love them because they are a part of you,” I proclaim, letting him feel the sincerity of my words move through him.
He wraps his arms tight around me as he starts to move, and I do the same, finally feeling like we’ve found our way home.
۩AZADOU۩
I watch Orenda sleep, her beautiful 7-foot-long body curled up beside me. I listen to the sounds of her steady heartbeat and soft breathing, each one feeling like a song written just for me. Looking down at her, I can’t believe how much has changed. It wasn’t all that long ago that I couldn’t have fathomed giving control to Orenda. If I could go back in time and beat sense into myself and spare us all the resulting heartache of my ignorance, I would.
There is something mind-blowingly erotic in surrendering to your other half. I used to feel a need to dominate her, but hearing her willingly tell me her exact wants and desires is quickly becoming my new favourite seduction. Hearing her sweet voice tell me just how she likes it and what she wants me to do to her had me harder than the cage that once bound me. Surrendering to her made me feel invigorated in a way I never have and gave me the power to make her scream my name. She never screamed my name before. Now that I’ve heard how my name sounds wrapped around her pleasured cries, it’s all I want to hear for all eternity.
I never thought Orenda would give me a chance to earn her trust or her heart, but she did, and there won’t come a day I won’t be grateful that she did. For the first time in my existence, I know what love feels like. I know how it feels to have this little light of warmth burning bright inside of me, and she gave it to me, but not just her.
Placing a tender kiss on Orenda’s head, I teleport to Xiema’s room fully clothed. I rest my forearms against the edge of the crib and gaze down at my precious, beautiful daughter as she sleeps peacefully. I reach down and ever so slightly brush the back of my finger against her plump cheek, tears brimming in my eyes as love and pride fill my chest.
“Thank you for saving us both,” I whisper. “You are the best thing I have ever done, and I can’t wait to see the woman you’ll become.”
I don’t know what the future has in store for our family, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, there is no storm we can’t weather. We’ve done it before, and we can do it again.