"Amory." Yavanna panted helplessly, "I can't go on."
Her mind was too far away now. The constant orgasms and sex had made sure that her thoughts were nothing but mush within her.
"Yavanna." He breathed raggedly and she realized he must not have heard her. He returned to suckling her raw nipples. But his actions sent a reluctant shiver through her oversensitized nerves.
She could see the way her eyes glowed in his eyes. Her eyes had begun glowing after he'd finished inside her the first time. She could still feel the remnants of his seed leaking from her. He'd filled her up too many times to be healthy, she thought absently.
He trailed those kisses up to her right shoulders before he bit into her again, his length entering her at the same time. She instinctively locked around him as though they'd been doing this their whole married lives instead of just a few hours. Heat pulsed from where he sucked her shoulder and she panted from how the sensations all ran to her already muddled brain.
A few hours, she realized in disbelief. When he finished taking her blood from her and he looked at her with that innocent, boyish expression. As if her blood was the most blissful thing in his life. The sight of it made her heart melt within her.
She could feel his pulse within her. She could feel the way her body pulled him in further. She had just wanted to join once. As a testament that they were married. Now, they had joined bodies too many times to count. A small part of her thrilled as he ran himself along her sensitive skin once more. But her head was swimming and she was exhausted.
"Amory..please." She whispered tiredly and he stopped in his thrusts. She parted her heavy lids open and saw him staring down at her with regret in his desire-filled eyes. But she was too exhausted to fully comprehend it.
He looked worn with his flushed, sweat laden skin. But with the way he was looking at her, the way his hands still rested on her waist and his length still pressed against her walls, he looked as though he could go on forever.
He said nothing as he slid out of her. She could tell that he hadn't reached the peak of his pleasure, but he still stopped. Her eyes closed and a warm darkness enveloped her. A darkness as invasive as Amory's scent was. Amory's touch.
She felt owned. She felt like she was his and she wasn't sure how to feel about that. It had felt unbelievably good in the beginning, and when he'd insisted on giving her orgasm after orgasm after their first few sessions, she thought she would float up to the skies right then and there.
But she hadn't. He had quickly rooted her back to him and they stayed joined for what felt like an eternity of sweat, aching pleasure, his deep groans that resounded within her and his possessive touches and bites.
She frowned inwardly at herself. She should be utterly ashamed that she had come from him merely drinking from her.
Yavanna's thoughts drifted away as her slumber deepened. She was half-conscious of something cool and soft caressing her highly responsive skin. But that feeling soon drifted away as well and she descended into darkness once more.
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Light, cool and clean against Yavanna's skin, poured into the room. She could tell it was morning but her eyes remained shut. She wanted to stay in this space of rest forever. She was so tired after…
Her body went rigid and then tensed further when she felt a solid wall of muscle behind her. Breathing in and out. Warm and soft yet hard and unyielding. Millions of memories of the night before came flooding back and her skin flushed. Her nape prickled as though it remembered his covetous touch there.
His head was above hers, his chin resting on her crown. The simple brush of his arm around her waist sent her heart racing. What had he done to her? It was clear what he'd done to her body, she could feel the ache resonating all along her lower body. It was what he'd done to her, her mind and soul.
His lust had been so pervasive that he must have corrupted her with it. She didn't remember having such lewd thoughts in her mind before. But with Amory's strong, firm legs between hers, her mind went wild.
She hadn't gotten a chance to really explore his legs. She'd become quite acquainted with his expansive and sculpted torso, his rippling arms. And his face…she quite liked his face with its hypnotic blue eyes and his thick, soft lips that looked devilishly playful throughout the night. And his hair, she'd gotten to play with his soft hair more than she ever thought she would.
Her breath hitched when she felt his hand move over her stomach. But he didn't wake. Eventually her spent body molded against his. Yavanna felt comfortable. He was warm and held her in a way that reassured her.
She groaned inwardly. Nothing had gone as planned. He had gotten to her, if only a little bit. He owned a part of her in a way that couldn't be undone. She craned her head back and caught a glimpse of Amory's relaxed face.
He still looked like a rugged mess. But he looked more attractive than he ever had before. Sighing sadly, she rested her head back on the pillow.
After the sun had surely risen and was creeping on and on, maids began to enter quietly. Amory's grip tightened around her waist, as if in sleep he could recognize trespassers.
Yavanna tried to hide her horror at being seen by them in such a way. But none of them spared her and Amory a glance. She supposed it was a normal thing among married royalty. Or royalty in general. She'd caught whispers of General Clark's promiscuous activities.
One of the maids bravely approached the bed with head bowed and eyes lowered—an action that Yavanna was grateful for. She asked quietly if they would like food to be served yet.
Yavanna dismissed them, saying that she would send for them once they were both awake.
After they left she slumped against the soft sheets and closed her eyes. It must be only a few more hours till noon, she thought tiredly. She was supposed to appear before the court today with Amory—
"I thought they would never leave.." Amory whispered behind her ear in a voice husky from sleep.