Diana turned around, sleeping in his embrace, her hands running on his chest. She didn't open her eyes and spoke, "I missed this."
He didn't answer, staring at the ceiling.
"Cayn," she spoke softly.
"Hmm?"
"I missed you, really," she said again with her sweet voice.
He still didn't answer, which made her raise her head to look at him.
"You, don't?" This time she asked with a pained voice, as if her heart was but a piece of glass a few moments before shattering.
She had been feeling like this ever since she met this man. Having to love him so heartedly.
But she missed him, she missed so much she thought she could die.
She wanted to get stronger quickly to be able to stand next to him.
But more than anything she missed him. She never thought that him not saying it back could make her feel this anxious even when he never did anything wrong.
She never thought, not hearing those words from him, could make her heart pound so fast, scared.
She only felt like this toward him, he was the only one who could make her both strong and weak.
She could even hear the pain in her own voice. And while she questioned why she was acting, this needy for those words, the other part of her kept staring at him and wishing for an answer.
Cayn kept looking at the ceiling quietly.
She saw him take a deep breath. His dragon eyes fell down to look at her calmly.
Her heart started beating faster and faster, she still didn't understand why she felt this anxious when she met his calm eyes that were always a veil to his thoughts.
But they soon turned warm, too loving that even Diana lost her breath for a moment.
His hand grabbed her tightly and pulled her closer to him. She could feel his own neediness from his embrace of her.
"I miss you," he said with his coarse voice.
Diana was already caught up by his eyes. "Why, haven't you said so, sooner?"
He took a deep breath again. "Because I couldn't bring myself to say it without thinking."
Diana was confused, "About?"
"That I didn't even miss my parents who died before me, my friends or family who survived with me even after all those years."
Diana unconsciously had her hand on his chest tremble.
"Yet," he continued, "Merely a few months from you, and I couldn't restrain my feelings. So I had to think."
Diana's heart skipped a beat.
His hand clutched on her bare skin harder, "What merely a day away from your presence," he brought her so close they could feel their breaths on each other's lips, "away from your touch..."
Diana's breath turned into hot steam, and her leg that was on top of him unintentionally clinging to him.
"Made me feel..."
His eyes fell on her lips, "That is why I had to think if missing you," his eyes turned to her hair, "was suitable," he raised his hand to push her hair behind her ear, "to express the feelings I had for you," his eyes met hers.
"Cayn," she whispered.
His fingers ran to the back of her hair, cuddling her in that very place with his gentle but strong fingers.
Diana's leg clung to him even more, her body uncomfortably quivered to his touch, her nails dug into his skin. "Cayn," she murmured again with a breathless voice.
"Hmm?" He hummed with his deep calm voice. His other hand ran to her waist.
Feeling his fingers firmly garb her made her swallow her breath.
"Cayn," her voice was almost begging.
"Yes, princess?"
Her eyes seemed to lose focus, "Yours."
"My," cuddling her hair he raised her head so she can't run away from his eyes, "princess."
"Yours," she panted, "Only yours." Her leg clung to him, needy of his warmth, rubbing herself against his thigh.
She bit her lips as she stared at him.
"Cayn," she squeezed his name for the last time as if she gave up trying to control herself. "I will get on top."
He calmly stared at her, held her head, and brought her to him kissing her passionately.
"mmmm, mmm," she moaned in his mouth.
He let go as she pushed her legs to get on top of him.
Her eyes were shaking, her cute cheeks turned pink, her lips trembling for more, and her nails carving his skin, as she was rubbing her wetness on him.
"Ride me, my princess."
She panted as her hand hurriedly went to put it in. Her eyes rolled as she gently sat down on it, feeling it reach her insides. It hit deep, too deep.
Diana raised her eyes to the ceiling, feeling it hit all her sweet spots at once.
She didn't dare even more from her place. She didn't dare shake her hips, as that alone would make her cum that fast.
Diana breathed heavily as she looked down at him while he placed his hands on her waist.
Her hands fell again on his chest, trying to catch a breath.
But he didn't give her a chance, and moved her hips for her.
"Don't, do, that," she begged shuddering. "If you, you..." but he didn't listen.
He moved his own hips with hers, moving in a motion, trying to hit everything inside of her.
Her hand shook on top of him. Her eyes clenched, "M cumming, m cumming!!" She screamed out with a cracking voice.
He kept going while she was feeling the most sensitive.
More, and more he never stopped while her eyes rolled back as if he was taking her soul with each thrust.
He could feel her insides tightening around him, her back uncomfortably shivering.
Her hair fell on her face, as she started moving on her own, putting all her weight on him.
Her voice gradually became louder.
"Good girl," he said with his cracked voice, "just like that," breathing heavily, "keep moving."