He carried me inside; I was still wrapped around him. My legs were around his waist, I didn't care for modesty it seemed superficial now that he had seen me naked.
I felt like a child as he carried me with ease, he only had to use one arm around my back to keep me in place. He used his other hand to open, first, the front door and then his bedroom door. "What are you doing?"
I perked up when his woodsy scent fills my nose, it consumed me. I pulled my head up from his chest to survey the room. The bed was massive, the biggest bed I had ever seen. The cover was grey which suited his demeanor nicely. It had a surprising number of pillows on it. I had assumed that Haldis would only have the pillow he used under his head on his bed.
The wall was littered with shelves full of books. Books that didn't have titles on the spines, now that I studied them more carefully, they weren't books at all. They were journals.
It took an effort not to gasp at the realization of just how old he was. I mean I knew beforehand, but this really puts it into perspective.
The idea of Haldis living so many lifetimes before me made me feel inferior. My life would pass in a blink of an eye, and he wouldn't even remember the Teller that served him in the war.
The thought was pathetic, I had never had the desire to be remembered before this moment. I wouldn't have cared if no one remembered my name before, so why was it bothering me now?
"I'll sleep on the floor, so if you go into another nightmare or vision, I can be there to wake you." He said softly, watching me in turmoil had done him worse than I had thought.
He had slept on the floor at the brothel and the idea made old memories resurface. "Y- You can sleep in the bed, it's big enough for two."
Haldis stilled by the edge of the soft-looking mattress. His breathing was a little labored and I wondered if I offended him, or if my weight was becoming too much.
I yelped out when we were suddenly falling to the bed, him never letting me go, falling on top of me heavily. What once was an innocent position was turned into a degrading one.
He was between my thighs, a good portion of his weight pressing into me. The only thing keeping me covered was my flimsy undergarment.
My body came alive, and I was heating up from his arm still being wrapped around my back forcing me to arch. My lips parted as I gasp greedily for air, the sound only caused him to grunt as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. "You've been rocking again me for a week and I just ... need."
As he said the words, he grasps my hips pulling them to him forcefully. So, he hadn't been as oblivious as I thought him once to be, he was just as affected as I had been by the presence of him being so close.
"To have my hands on you." His large fingers dug into my hips roughly causing me to gasp again. He loved the sound I made, loved it so much I felt him. Against my core, he was turned on, in return making me grow aroused.
He was so much larger than me it was comical.
I nipped at his neck; his skin was warm against my lips causing me to moan into his reddened flesh. He pushed himself against me and I closed my eyes tightly at the sensation. This was. magnificent.
I suddenly wondered why I had never chased this sensation before. Why wasn't I looking for a man to make me feel this way? This was absolutely, positively, amazingly, thrilling.
My body melted against him, and I wanted nothing more than to shed these clothes that separated us even if there were only a few. I wanted to feel him flush against me but suddenly he yanked himself away, so abruptly and I was sure he used some of his Fae speed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He was still panting as he leaned against the wall to support his wavering self.
"N-No I'm sorry. I'm dressed inappropriately and I was being pushy." I suddenly realize that I was not acting like a respectable woman, a lady. Here I was nearly naked, throwing myself into the arms of a man that has already shown me in the shower he found me attractive. What did I expect him to do? He was a man, after all, a man that stated he hasn't had sex in a long time.
Stupid. Stupid. Ayumu.
"I c- can go." I go to stand up, but his words stop me.
"It has nothing to do with your clothes. I just need to control myself better." He walked back towards me and gently pushed me down onto my back and pulled the cover out from under me with ease. He covered me up and went to the other end of the bed.
"I'm sorry," I say once again causing him to sigh deeply.
"Don't apologize. My fault, entirely." I rolled over to face him, his hair swept over his forehead, some of the strands brushing his eyelashes. Those green orbs stare at me with so many emotions lurking in their depths I can't read a single one of them.
"You'll still hold me?" I ask shyly.
"Always." He held his arms open, and I slid into him, loving the way his warmth encased me.
The air around us was electric, but I just breathed through it. We both needed sleep before we did something we could regret in the morning.
Even as I thought the word regret, I couldn't force myself to believe that I would have regrated spending a night with Haldis.
"Sleep, my little mortal."