Journee's POV
I was in my inner world, watching the most romantic end to a beautiful couple, only to be woken up to a fowl memory. As I am waking up, I feel hands all over my body and a pair of lips kissing me.
UGH!
My first instinct is to punch this son of a bitch.
Opening my eyes, I am surprised to see that my molester is Ma'oz.
"WHAT THE HELL?!!"
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" I yelled at him. My voice echoes through the room., creating ripples in the stream of water near me.
Without answering, he simply blinked. Unsure how to react next.
"You better have a good excuse for groping me like that while I was passed out!"
The darkness in his eyes change. From a raging tempest of desire, it has become smouldering cores of hell. Every molecule in my body screams danger as it shakes and shivers. Fear grips me again but I refuse to cave in!
"Don't you dare intimidate me!" I rise up to face him squarely. Standing toe-to-toe, I am now staring fiercely into his eyes, daring him to back off. However, my squeaky high voice betrays the mock confidence in my eyes.
Defiantly, I raise my hand to land another hit on cheek.
I expect Ma'oz to grab my hand or avoid the slap. He doesn't. Instead, thunder rumbles beyond the walls. Each time, growing louder and louder.
Again, I slap Ma'oz. Challenging him to fight back, to stop me if he dares. I do it again, and again, and again until the palm of my hands are red with pain. I feel the sting through my bones, but still, I can't stop.
This mixture of pain, disgust and love fills me. Contradicting as they are confusing, tears flow freely down my cheeks as I hammer Ma'oz's chest with all my might. I know each hit is less than the last. I don't know why I am feeling like this. Why?
"Stop. What kind of madness is this? I say that I love you and you make me the aggressor?" Ma'oz's voice is gentle but there is no mistaking the displeasure in it.
"You molest me while I was unconscious! It gives me every right to be angry! Furious even!" I glare at him with every ounce of hate I can muster. "Saying that you love me doesn't cut it!"
"Your body responded. Even if you were unconscious, your body wouldn't have reacted the way it did if you didn't like it. I don't see the problem here. If you like it, you should just enjoy it instead of breaking into hysterics!" He snapped back at me. I am partially surprised with the number of words he has used in his sentence. The last time he was this angry, he used far fewer words.
"Is that how it is in the demon world? Barbaric? Whatever happened wasn't consensual BECAUSE I WASN'T AWAKE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"You…" I barely spat out my next word when Ma'oz ran towards me, worry flashing through his eyes. Shielding me from the falling building, I can only stare at his face. More lines appear, marring his flawless skin as each stone breaks on his back.
"Ma'oz…" I whispered. My heart clenched with sadness as I realise his words of love wasn't just a cover.
He glances back and a rock larger than the others falls right on his head.
"Are you…ok?" Does he truly care for me? But how is this possible?
Grinning at me, he lets the rock slide off his broad back and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you know…all reason, all my self-control is stripped away by the very thought of you?"
The sincerity of his words shoots a bold of electricity down my body. It carries such heat that it warms my insides and pools between my thighs.
Is it truly ok for me to bring down my guard against him? Am I being gullible, falling for his charms? If only I could speak to Dorthy now…what I would give for her advice. I regret that I haven't been in contact with my best friend since I got married. It would have only been right to update her…but I can't cry over spilled milk now.
Ma'oz continues to look at me. A knee between my thighs, he still holds a protective stance over me.
His molten gaze moves away from my eyes and lands on my lips. I watch as his lips tremble slightly. Somehow, I feel the shiver that runs down his spine, as he almost gives in to the desire to kiss me. Yet, he is holding himself back. Instinctively, I lick my lips while my hands run up his arms.
"Journee…please." Ma'oz voice is thick with desire. "Please stop. I am barely hanging on by a thread here."
Surprised with myself, I find that I enjoy tormenting him a little. Who ever knew getting the reaction I want is so gratifying?
Raising my left leg to graze his, I slowly glide my knee higher and higher up his thigh. With every inch I move nearer to his hip, his breath becomes shorter and more ragged. I feel Ma'oz's hands curl into fists as he fights the loosing battle against his own body.
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Ma'oz's POV
I can't…She will hate me.
The realisation hits me like an atomic bomb. I want Journee. I need her with every fibre of my being. This goes beyond physical want.
My soul is crying out for hers, to be joined with her as one. For a single touch, I would pledge my life. For a single kiss willingly given, I would give up my powers if she asked it of me.
Closing my eyes, I grip the bits of stone and metal, focusing on the pain it brings as they cut into my flesh. It's not half enough but it has to do. My heart threatens to stop just with the thought of never being allowed to be with her again.
She's playing with me.
I can't control the hard on that is painfully struggling against my jeans, demanding to be released and to find the softness within Journee.
I can't be selfish. For once. If I truly love her, I must not.
Deep within thought, I dream of the pillowy comfort that I experienced when I kissed her before. The way her body moved against mine. It's all too real.
My eyes flare open. IT'S REAL!
I am face-to-face with Journee, her lips crushed against mine as she moans and pushes her chest towards me.
Stop!
I quickly pull away. Aghast that I had allowed myself to kiss her without her consent…again.
"What's wrong?" The innocence in her eyes nearly crushes me. Did she kiss me on her own accord?
I stare at this beauty before me. Hair wildly spread like a lion's mane, her face flushed pink as she studies me for a moment then laughs. The sound of heavenly bells ring through my ears. "I did kiss you, silly."
Her arms snake around my neck once more as she pulls herself up to meet my lips again. This time, her eyes are open, mischievously looking into mine.
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Journee's POV
It's so cute, his expression. The shock and desire all in one.
But I only get a second to enjoy this mixed emotion of Ma'oz's. His arms quickly wrap around the small of my back and waist. He kisses me back with such fervour that I shiver with pleasure.
Another quick motion and he has rolled over, placing me on top of him. I tenderly graze his lips with my teeth and move my lips to explore. Placing kisses on his Adam's apple, I move lower, ripping apart his shirt. I hear a button or two bouncing away but I don't care. The mount poking the wetness of my core is top priority now.
Remembering how the boys in my college used to talk about loving it when a girl goes down on them, I decided to test the theory. Undoing the zip on his jeans, my hands shake. I have no clue what to do! I froze. What if he doesn't like it? What if I mess things up instead?
Ma'oz's hands move to my wrist, gently pulling me up to meet his eyes. "Don't be afraid. You have this as prove of my attraction to you, and that everything you are doing is driving me crazy."
A snap of his fingers and he is completely nude. I stare at the ripped muscles that he has been hiding away all these while.
He moves to a sitting position which places me directly on his laps. "You're so wet."
That is the last thing I hear before he captures my mouth with his. Every touch is ecstasy, bringing me higher and higher to a climax.
My head reels into nothingness. My thoughts are only about Ma'oz. I have never felt so full and complete that my heart and my soul almost collapse and burst into a thousand stars.
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Ma'oz 's POV
I turn to face the sleeping form beside me. So soft and serene, like an angel deep in its slumber, it is almost hard to imagine how she was just moments ago. Like a she-devil, blazing with passion and an eagerness to dominate.
It was her first time, I am sure. Yet, she rode me with such vigour that I caved to her every whim, matching her every movement. Each thrusts gave me renewed life, making me harder, aching with even greater need.
Remembering the sweetness of her body and how she responded to me, brings a smile to my face.
There have been demonesses aplenty who have thrown themselves at me. Readily available, any of them would have spread their legs for me in a moment's command. There was pleasure in each of them, a relief I needed from time to time, but none touched my soul. This deep attraction and wholeness are unusual to say the least.
"Oh? Just how many demonesses are you comparing me to?" Amusement fills her eyes.
"None. You are one of a kind, my sweet angel." I mean every word.
"I don't believe you." She shimmers nearer, her leg playfully caressing mine.
I catch her leg and pull her towards me. "Tease." Allowing my fingers to trace her outlines, I enjoy how every tiny hair snaps to attention as she tries not to squirm and moan under my touch.
"Look…who…is…the…tease…" she struggled between breaths, eyes rolling back into their lids.
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Journee's POV
"You are incredibly sexy. With your hair flying with each movement, do you know that your curves drive me crazy?"
Instantly I snapped to attention. Thinking back, I was all covered in dust. I must have looked such a mess. "You think I am sexy? Even with all that debris?" I touched my hair conscientiously. "And this… messy hair?"
"Yes. It reminds me of tangled sheets and the sweaty sex I want with you."
"Oh!" I can't believe it…he actually really likes me!
"Would I scare you, if I were to say…" He gave me a lazy smile and dangled the carrot by not completing his sentence.
"What?! Say what?"
"That I desperately want you again." Those very words cause a wave of heat to rush through me…reaching out for him, I pull his neck to draw him closer…
"Mr. Remigius! Mrs. Remigius!!" I hear our hosts, the owners of Kilbrittain Castle walking on a scaffolding near us. Taking a peek, my eyes meet the kind lady who had offered me breakfast this morning.
"MRS. REMIGIUS! HOLD ON! WE'LL GET YOU OUT. DON'T WORRY." Both husband and wife then run off. To get the tools to get us out, I suppose.
"I…erm…" I must have turned a beet red cause that brought a ripple of laughter from Ma'oz. He then leans in to give me a tender kiss. His adoring eyes meet mind, causing my heart to skip a beat.
I want more but he is already standing up, a snap of his fingers and we're both fully clothed. The rocks and scaffolding have neatly arranged themselves into a stair leading out to the surface. "Shall we?" He holds out his hand.
I blink up at the handsome man looking at me. In a split of a second, I see him in his real form. His hair falls forward into his black eyes, the warmth in them fills my spirit with renewed strength.
"Thanks." I take his hand "I'm sorry by the way." I looked down, embarrassed about my previous outburst.
"Whatever about, my Sweet Angel?" Ma'oz lifts me up and within a leap, we are out of the sunken building.
"I'm sorry I yelled and hit you earlier." I tell him sincerely. Every anger outburst I have ever had, I take it back.
I don't know why but somehow, I am convinced that Ma'oz was Eden Tapachula and I was Eirean in that past life. Right through our love making and the numerous times that I climaxed before collapsing from exhaustion, it seemed like my memories of being Eirean returned.
"Sweet Angel?"
"Yes, my Dark Prince?"
"It is strange that I no longer wish to break this bond. I mean…if that is alright with you." Ma'oz uncertainness and humility before me is refreshing as Journee. But as Eirean, I remember Eden behaving just the same towards me.
"You made this spell for us to find each other again. It was never made to be broken but to find our other half." I smile with contentment.
"Good. There is just one more matter to resolve." Ma'oz smiles as he makes a portal appear in the meadow beyond.
"And what can it be?" I wrap my arms around his waist, waiting patiently for his answer.
"I just can't share you now. I'll die if I have to."
"You never have to." I tell him earnestly.
"Aren't you forgetting something? You're still legally married to Montgomery Lewis. So, what we have is something of an affair." He says in a matter-of-fact tone.
I feel like a thunderbolt has stuck me.
"SHIT!"