MAKE LOVE: HER REQUEST II
ZARYA'S POV
I closed my eyes when he kissed me slowly, passionately as if his heart telling me that I was the only woman who kept it alive. His hands were on my hips, moving up and down, caressing it, touching it slowly. Every touch caused me to gasp for air. Suddenly, he stopped. "A sec."
My eyebrows intersected in the middle. I watched him crawling ut of the bed. He left me for a second and when he came back, he had a glass of ice in his hands. I gulped my saliva, clearing my throat as I guessed what he would do with my body.
I gulped over and over again until I spelled out when I examined him, getting the cube of ice from the glass. "Will it hurt me?"
"No."
I blew a sigh of relief. He winked at me when he placed one ice on my neck, causing me to inhale heavily. He tongued out, licking the ice in my neck. I inhaled heavily as my body arc. I deeply gasped for air and heavily blew it out. The collar bone below my neck was visible as my chest moved up and down. My mouth was barely open as I felt so much excitement running throughout my body.
"Mmmm." I yanked his hair gently, guiding him down my body.
The silence filled the room as he slowly went down and down. He reached my chest. I watched him place one cube of ice in his mouth. His emotion was blank when his eyes settled on me, moving lower, the ice was in the middle of his lips, biting it through his teeth. He ran ice down every part of my skin to my right nipple. His finger pinched the other one, enough for the current to move along my system. I bit my lips as I felt gradually my lower body was producing wetness.
"Does it feel go?" He whispered in my ear as his hands were playing with my mounds. I did not know where I would hold, and when I did not find the right position of my hands I held his broad shoulder.
"Yeah." My voice was cracked due to overloading pleasures. The coldness of the ice could be felt where he rested it. I looked down and saw it on my nipple.
I grabbed plenty of air as my body swayed when he circled my nipple with his tongue. "Hali…" I thought my moan was under control, but when I heard myself doing it, I found out it was not.
He played inch by inch of my breast with his cold tongue. He got another ice and then did it to my left nipple. I could not handle myself anymore. He was correct. I forgot about my mistake. It was like he dragged me to a different place where the only people were the two of us. No harm, no wildness, no pain, no problem… just pure merriment and contentment. How I wished this would not end.
He pinched my right nipple in a way that would not hurt me, in a way that would make me feel that I was now a woman. I treated myself as a virgin: the reason for not giving myself to the man I loved. I could say that I was not… not until this night. Not when Hali would take me at the moment.
It was hard to admit or I would never accept it… I adore him. He is not the first man I love, but he is the first man I gave my world, my everything, myself, my entire universe, and most of all… my heart. My heart can't be stolen by anyone from him because I already gave it in.
I shut my eyes when his lips touched my neck, cherishing every single part of my body. The electricity was spreading around my system, making them realize how nice it was, how mouthwatering it was. I was drowned in that feeling and no one could save me no matter how they tried because I… surrendered.
Hali moved from my collarbone, giving it small kisses, the gentleness, the sweetness, care, and passion were there. Even though I was aware, that tomorrow it would pass. He would act as if nothing happened. He was too harsh on me for making me feel I was just a Poor Little Thing, a stranger who offered myself in exchange for help.
Who would do that anyway?
I was unconscious when he removed the tears from the side of my face using his thumb. I was crying not because I murdered my best friend's boyfriend. I was sobbing because this would reach an end. It was like a movie that had an ending and I did not want to go to that point. However, he would never be Hali, if he stick to one woman.
"No crying." He went to my forehead and kissed it. He gently pulled down my panties. I bit my lips when he tried to insert his finger into my entrance. "Too ready, but I'm not done."
"Get it. Get everything you want." I sniffed, touching his cheek, fixing our forehead together. "Every inch of me is yours."
Hali pecked on the point of my nose. "You don't need to say that 'cause… you're mine from the moment I brought you in my bed. From the time, you said yes." He whispered the last line. "With or without your permission, I own you because I am the king." He touched my lips with his lips. "I am… your king."
"I have no king." I fought his stare.
"Don't fool yourself."
My mouth moved open when he inserted his hugeness inside me. I closed my eyes hardly when the pleasure spread around me. He moved back and forth, intensifying the waves of deliciousness. I could feel the butterfly in my stomach, the merriment that could not sell by my money, my heart that was pumping so happily.
"Hali! Ahh!" I let the sound escape my mouth.
"Who's your king?" He asked me while making sure the gentleness and purity of lust scattered around me.
"I have no一ahh! Hmmm." He deepened the plug of his long. He touched my waist and hardened which gave me a thousand millions of electricity.
"Who's your king?"
"I have no king!" I shouted at him, fighting for what I stood for, even if happiness was telling me I should surrender.
"Last question, Poor Little Thing. Who is your king?" He rested my legs on his shoulder, placing them together, and moved deeper.
"Ahh! Shit!" The smirk on his lips became visible when he heard me curse. I did not respond to his question. He made me feel like answering it when he circled his hands with my both breast while swaying our bodies together, dancing like we owned the world, moving like we were on the moon alone. When he was done with my breast, he massaged the little meat in the middle of my thighs. He did that in a circular motion which made me yield.
He brought his mouth down to my neck, licking it gently. He made me feel mixed emotions that I never felt before. He brought me to the place where the only description is perfection. He gave me the happiness that would last forever. He put the memories in my mind that once in my life I had Hali who opened my eyes to the brutality of life, showed me the reality of it, and yet put a realization in my head that no matter how hard it was, there would still be light, there would remain dependent in your choice to sense the joy, there would still be… hope.
He fixed our lips together. I felt the spreading of unknown things in my womb. It took him a second to remove his long in my hole. He lay next to me and embrace my belly. "Who's your king?" He whispered panting.
"Hali Aiker, the Alpha King of Water. The One True King of Assholes."
He chuckled huskily and handsomely. "At least I am something else to you."
"Why do you need to know who is my king?" I rested my cheek on his chest, embracing him so tight. He embraced me back.
"Because it matters, no explanation found."