My hands trembled as I pulled the small bag from my boot. It was a stupid risk, but my need for coin was greater than the danger of getting caught. My eyes scanned the room for anyone who might be watching. The bar was empty except for a few patrons in the corner. I watched for a few seconds to see if any of them were paying attention to me. None were. The bartender was busy making drinks, his back turned to me.
I checked the bag again to make sure I had everything. It was filled with gold coins. I felt a rush of relief and excitement. The night had been a good one, and this little haul would keep me in coin for a while.
I moved to stand and that was when I felt it.
I had a presence behind me.
I heard the faint hum of wings and caught a whiff of sulfur. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A Veilatin. And he was close.
My heart started to pound in my chest as I slowly turned to look over my shoulder. The Veilatin standing behind me was huge. He had piercing green eyes that seemed to cut right through me. His dark skin was smooth, his cheekbones high. His long black hair hung in a braid down his back. I stared at him in awe for a moment, taking in the perfection of his features. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. But my lust was immediately replaced by a wave of fear.
I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. "Uh... hi." I gave him a half smile and started to move away. He didn't let me. His hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a tight grip. His nails dug into my skin and I felt a sharp pain. I winced and tried to pull away, but he held tight. I could feel a storm of heat emanating from his body. His skin was burning hot against mine.
"Where do you think you're going?" he sneered.
I took a step back, trying to get away from him, but he just pulled me closer. He lifted one eyebrow. I could feel the fear building in my chest. This was bad. I was in trouble. I knew what Veilatin did to humans who broke the law. They took them to the Veilatins' prison where they were held for trial. I'd seen a Veilatin kill a human once for doing nothing more than stealing an apple. Their justice was swift and merciless.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to steal anything. I just needed food."
He stared down at me with contempt in his eyes. "You don't even know what you took, do you?"
I shook my head. "No."
He chuckled darkly. "That's probably for the best."
I was starting to freak out. What had I done? What had I stolen? Why couldn't he just let me go? "Please," I begged.
He didn't answer. I wondered if he was considering it, but then he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and struggled, screaming at the top of my lungs as he strode from the bar. We moved so fast, the wind whipping past my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that I could survive this. But I already knew the answer. This Veilatin was going to take me to his prison where I would probably die. I had never seen a human get out of their clutches alive.
The Veilatin kept one arm tight around my waist, his other hand covering my mouth. He walked so fast it seemed like he was gliding over the ground. I bounced against his shoulder, my stomach rolling as my body hit him repeatedly. Tears filled my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. I tried to scream again, but it was muffled by his hand over my mouth.
The ground beneath us changed from grass to wood as he strode up a flight of stairs. I peeked out, seeing that we were climbing into a tree house. This must be his home. I'd never been inside a Veilatin home, and I didn't want to now either. I wanted to go home. I wanted to get back to my own bed.
I was slammed onto a soft mattress. I opened my eyes and saw that the Veilatin was towering over me. He didn't move away from the bed, instead he loomed over me as if daring me to move. I stared up at him, waiting for him to speak.
He did. "What's your name?"
I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want him to know anything about me, but I knew that if I didn't answer, he'd hurt me. I couldn't take a beating tonight. I was already battered and bruised from my adventure in the temple.
I cleared my throat and spoke through the tears. "Amara."
His gaze narrowed. "And what were you doing in the temple?"
My heart was racing so fast in my chest it felt like it might pound out of my skin. The question was innocent enough, but it felt so dangerous. "I... I just wanted to see the temple. I've never been inside one before."
The Veilatin scoffed. "Liar."
I didn't know how he knew, but he did. I wondered what I could say that would get me out of this situation. "It was a dare," I whispered, hoping he'd believe me. "My friends told me that I wouldn't be brave enough to do it."
His lips curved into a smile. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
I shook my head, feeling a wave of shame. "No."
"You stole a sacred artifact from our temple."
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh god."
I didn't know what to say. I was fucked. This Veilatin would take me to the Veilatin prison and I would die there. I would never see my family again. Never taste the salty sea air. Never walk the golden streets of Vyra again. The weight of my situation hit me hard and I started to sob again.
"Why are you crying?" The Veilatin asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
I sniffled and wiped my nose on my shirt sleeve. "Because I know what will happen to me."
A strange look passed over his face, something almost like empathy. But it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. "You'll go to trial like everyone else."
The tears started up again, burning my cheeks. "You're going to kill me." It wasn't a question.
He sighed. "We'll see. It's not my decision to make."
I lifted my eyes to him. "Then who's?"
"My father."
I shook my head in confusion. "Your father?"
He nodded. "Yes, he's an elder at the temple."
"Oh shit." This was worse than I thought
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. "Tell me, Amara... How old are you?"
I lifted my eyebrows in surprise at the question. "Twenty-four."
"I'm older than you by a few years." He reached out and gently pushed me back on the bed. Ifell with a soft thud. His hands went to the hem of my shirt as he started to undo the buttons.
My breath hitched and I lifted my hands to stop him. "What are you doing?"
A cruel smile lifted the corners of his lips. "What do you think?"
"Raping me?" The words felt wrong coming from my mouth, but I didn't care. He was scaring me.
He chuckled darkly and pushed my hands away. "You act like you've never been with a Veilatin before."
I bit my bottom lip. "I haven't." I was a virgin. I always had been afraid of sex.
He made a sound in the back of his throat. "That would explain it." He continued to undo the buttons of my shirt. "So let me make this very clear. I'm not going to rape you."
"Then why are you taking off my shirt?" My voice was shaking, but I didn't try to hide it. He could take my shirt off and touch me, but he couldn't make me do anything I didn't want.
"You're so soft," he said as he slipped my shirt over my shoulders.
His words took me by surprise. No one had ever called me soft before. I lifted my eyes to his face. "I am?"
He gave me a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, you are." His hand cupped the side of my face and his thumb started to rub the bottom of my chin. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
I heard him let out a sigh. "Touching you." His words sent a wave of lust through my body. I felt the heat of his skin against mine. I could smell the scent of sulfur. I felt the smooth skin of his hand and the gentle way he stroked my face.
I was melting into his touch, and that realization terrified me. This Veilatin had taken me from the bar and brought me to his home. He was going to turn me over for trial. What was he doing?
I forced myself to pull back from his touch, opening my eyes to look up at him. I immediately wished I hadn't. The look on his face was intense. It felt like he could see inside me. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"That you're weird." I didn't know why he was touching me. What did he want?
He chuckled and lifted his hand, running it down my chest. I shivered at his touch, hating and loving it at the same time. "Maybe I am," he said, his lips curving up into a wicked smile.
I felt my heart beat faster in my chest and forced myself to look away from him. His eyes were too intense, his touch too gentle, his hand too big and warm against my skin. This felt
dangerous. Like I was walking down a path that I shouldn't be on. Like he was tempting me in away that I shouldn't let him.
I forced myself to close my legs tighter together. I could feel his gaze burning into me, but I didn't look up at him again.
I felt him shift away. The bed creaked as he stood. "Why don't you sleep and then we can talk in the morning."
I nodded, relief washing over me. I wasn't sure what he had been planning, but I was glad that he wasn't going to do anything tonight. My nerves were frayed, my body still sore from my journey. I needed rest. I just wanted to sleep for the rest of my life.
I didn't want to wake up to another day. Another day where I was alive and my mother wasn't. Where she had been murdered. Where I didn't get to see her again.
I felt the tears start up again and lifted my hands to cover my eyes. I tried not to breathe too deeply, but it was hard to do. My breaths came in hiccups. I could hear the Veilatin moving around the room, but I couldn't open my eyes to see what he was doing. I felt him cover me with a blanket and I burrowed into it, wanting to be surrounded by its softness. I felt protected inside it.
A hand brushed against my hair. "Sleep now," the Veilatin said, his words soft
I felt the comfort of his touch, and the exhaustion of the day caught up to me. I let sleep take me, wanting to escape into dreams where my mother was still alive. Where she would never leave me.
***
I woke to the sound of clanging metal. I sat up immediately, looking around in confusion. I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered the Veilatin taking me from the bar. I remembered him throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me to his treehouse. My heart started to pound as I realized where I was.
I was in the Veilatin's treehouse.
I looked around the room trying to remember what had happened. The room was small and cozy, the walls lined with books. There was a table by the window with a glass of juice and a plate of food. I stood up from the bed and went to the table. I picked up the glass, downing the juice in one gulp. It was sweet and fresh. I reached for the plate of food and started to eat, shoving the bread into my mouth. I hadn't eaten in so long. I was so hungry. I ate the bread and eggs, washing it down with another gulp of juice.
I heard a noise behind me and turned around. The Veilatin stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "I thought I made it clear last night that you're a prisoner."
I felt a wave of shame and regret. "I'm sorry." I knew he was right. I had stolen from his temple. I deserved to be punished. I forced myself to bow my head. "I just wanted to eat."
He chuckled and strode over to me. "How did it taste?"
"Amazing." The bread had been sweet, the eggs perfect.
He nodded. "Good. Eat whenever you want. Just don't leave the room. Or I will punish you."
I bit my bottom lip, his words sending a wave of heat through my body. "Yes, sir."
He nodded and moved to leave, but then turned back. "By the way, my name is Luka."
I swallowed around the lump in my throat, his name feeling strange on my lips. "Nice to meet you, Luka."
He smiled and then left the room.
I watched him go, wanting to run after him and ask him what would happen now. I had stolen a relic from the Veilatin temple. There were no other words for it. I was a thief. A criminal. I deserved whatever punishment he decided to give me.
But I also couldn't help the ache in my chest when he left. It felt wrong without him in the room with me.
***
The hours passed, but I didn't leave the room or touch anything. The day was boring, and I found myself thinking about Luka over and over. He was handsome. The most handsome man I'd ever met. He was also the only Veilatin I'd ever talked to. I wanted to know what he thought. What he wanted.
I paced around the room over and over again. I had so many questions. How long was I going to be in this room? What was the relic that I had stolen? What were they going to do with it?
I stopped pacing and turned to look at the window. It was wide open, the breeze blowing in and ruffling my hair. I crossed the room and stood at the window, looking out at the world. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything.
I stared out at the sky, watching the stars come out one by one. I was starting to relax when I heard a voice behind me. "What are you looking at?"
I spun around to face Luka. He stood in the doorway of the room, his eyes narrowed at me. "The sky."
He crossed the room, coming to stand next to me at the window. I could feel his heat radiating off his body, his scent of sulfur filling the air. It felt comforting and familiar, like he was my home. "What about the sky?" he asked again.
I shrugged, looking back out at the stars. "It's just beautiful."
He laughed darkly. "You humans always talk about beauty when you have no idea what it is."
I frowned and turned back to him. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dark. "What do you mean?"
His gaze narrowed and he shook his head. "Never mind. You wouldn't understand." He turned to leave.
I reached out, catching his arm. "Wait."
He stopped and looked back at me. There was something dark in his gaze. Something almost sinister.
"What?" he growled.
I didn't know what I wanted. "Just stay with me."
He raised one eyebrow, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Why? You're a prisoner."
The word made me flinch. "Yes, I am. But please just stay."
He shrugged and moved away from the window to sit on the bed.
I followed him, standing next to the bed as I stared down at him. He reached out and started to untie the laces on his pants. I felt a wave of lust go through me at his touch. "What are you doing?" I asked.
He lifted his eyes to me and smiled. "Undressing."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Why?"
He reached out, grasping my hand and pulling me down onto the bed next to him. He ran his fingers up my thigh, moving my shirt up to cup my breasts. "I want to touch you," he whispered.
His words were like magic, making my skin tingle and my pussy clench. I wanted him to touch me too. I wanted it more than anything in the world.
I leaned into him, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck. His mouth crashed down on mine, his lips soft and warm. He tasted of something spicy and hot. I moaned against him, opening my mouth as he deepened the kiss.
I could feel the heat of his cock against my hip as he kissed me. I could feel how hard he was. I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I reached down and grasped the side of his face as he started to kiss down my throat. His lips were soft as they slid over my skin, making me shiver.
I wanted this more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.
He kissed across the top of my chest, his fingers pulling my shirt apart. My breasts spilled out and he groaned as he looked down at me. "You're so fucking beautiful."
His words made a flush go across my cheeks and I felt heat pool between my thighs. I wanted more. I wanted him touching me, kissing me, taking me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it to the side of my breast.
He smiled up at me as he cupped my breast in his hand. His thumb ran across my nipple as he sucked the other into his mouth. I cried out as the heat between my legs pulsed with pleasure. I pushed myself into his hand, wanting more of his touch.
He groaned and took more of my breast into his mouth, his teeth grazing my nipple. I cried out in pleasure and pain, loving the way he touched me.
He stopped abruptly and lifted his head to look at me. "You deserve this," he growled, his voice low and deep. "For stealing from my temple."
He pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and started to kiss down my chest again, stopping at my belly button. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down my side. He pulled my pants off, leaving me completely naked before him.
I should've been embarrassed, but I wasn't. I liked being naked in front of him. It felt right. Like I belonged in front of him.
He leaned back and looked at me, his gaze drinking me in. "You're perfect. Every inch of you."
His words made my cheeks burn again, and I reached out, covering my breasts with my hands.
He chuckled darkly. "Don't hide yourself from me."
I dropped my hands and let him look at me. I wanted this. I wanted him. He reached down and cupped between my legs, his hand sliding between my folds.
I moaned at his touch, feeling how wet I was. "You're fucking soaked."
I swallowed the lump in my mouth and looked up at him, unsure of what to do or say.
He ran his thumb over my clit and I cried out, pleasure pulsing through my body. It felt so good, so perfect.
He moved down the bed, kneeling between my legs and looking down at my pussy. "I'm going to make you cum," he growled as he lowered his mouth to my pussy.
The feeling of his tongue against my flesh made me cry out. His tongue felt soft and hot, like velvet as it slid between my folds. He lapped at me like a hungry animal, his hands sliding under my thighs and lifting me up.
I cried out in pleasure, the feeling of his mouth against my pussy almost too much.
He groaned as he licked at me, moving his fingers inside me. He moved them in and out slowly, making me moan with pleasure. His tongue moved to my clit, flicking it back and forth until I exploded.
I cried out as pleasure washed over me. I felt like I was floating, the world disappearing around me.
Luka's tongue didn't stop moving, lapping at me over and over again. It felt amazing, but also too much. I pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.
He chuckled against me as he looked up at me. "Too much?"
I bit my bottom lip and nodded, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.
He stood up and moved back to the head of the bed, pulling me into his arms as I caught my breath. His fingers slid through my hair, pushing it back from my face. "I can't believe how beautiful you are," he whispered. "I'm lucky to have you here with me." His voice was so soft and sweet that it almost sounded like he wanted to be with me. Like he wanted me.
I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. It felt nice to be wanted. I lifted my hand, reaching out to touch him. He caught it and pulled it to his mouth, pressing a kiss against my palm.
I shivered at his touch and opened my eyes, looking up at him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my lips, his breath warm against mine.
I loved the way he kissed me, the way he touched me. It made me feel safe and warm, like I was in heaven.
"Amara," he whispered against my lips.
I didn't respond. I just kissed him back, wanting him to keep kissing me. Wanting him to stay with me forever. Wanting to be with him and only him for the rest of my days. I didn't care if he was a Veilatin, or a monster. He was mine. He made me feel too good for me to care about anything else.
I moved my hand up, running it down the back of his neck and through his hair. "Luka," I whispered against his lips.
He smiled and pulled back from me. "You don't even know what my name means."
I shook my head, his smile making me feel light and happy. "No, I don't."
He reached out and brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. "It means love." His words were soft and sweet. "You've already stolen that from me."
His words were like a bucket of ice water on my lust-filled skin. I pulled back from him, looking up at him in confusion.
"Love?" I couldn't believe it. He was talking about love.
He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Fuck, never mind. You wouldn't get it." He stood up and left the room, leaving me staring at him in confusion. What had just happened?
***
I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't stop thinking about Luka and his words. Love? Did he mean it? Had he meant what he said when he told me that he wanted to be with me? I wanted that. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to get to know him better.
I sighed and rolled onto my back, looking up at the dark ceiling of the treehouse. Why was life so complicated? I didn't understand it. Luka had stolen me from the bar and brought me here. He said that I was his prisoner, but then he touched me like I meant something to him. I didn't understand.
I couldn't keep myself from hoping that it was true. That he wanted me and loved me. I wanted the same thing. I wanted a man to love me.
I heard footsteps outside the room and sat up, waiting. I knew it was Luka, I could sense it. The door opened and he strode inside, his long steps eating up the space. I swallowed, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.
He had a bag slung over one shoulder and a sword at his hip. He looked fierce and strong, like a warrior. A man who could do anything. "Get up," he ordered.
I stood up immediately, moving to stand in front of him like a good little prisoner.
He reached out and lifted a cloak up and over my shoulders. "We're leaving."
I didn't say anything. I just watched him.
He tied the cloak around me and then stepped back to look at me. His green eyes ran over me like he was memorizing me. "Let's go." He turned on his heel and left the room.
I followed him through the treehouse, out the door and into the sunlight. The breeze was cool and I looked up into the sky. There weren't any clouds. I smiled, my heart feeling full of happiness at the sight. "The sun is so beautiful today," I said.
I felt Luka's gaze on me as we walked. "You have a strange fascination with the sky."
I didn't deny it or argue with him. Instead, I looked down at the ground, my eyes following his boots as they moved over the forest floor. We didn't have to go far to reach the bottom of the trees. The forest ended abruptly, opening up into a wide grassy plain. There was nothing in sight but grass and the distant mountains that towered high above us.
I looked up at them, feeling a wave of awe. They were so big, so tall. How had I never seen them before? I felt like a blind person suddenly seeing for the first time, my whole body trembling with emotion. "They're so beautiful," I whispered.
Luka stopped and turned around, his green eyes looking me over like he was trying to figure me out. "You don't have mountains where you're from?"
I nodded. "Yes, we do." I felt foolish for not realizing that they would be here too.
He turned to continue walking and I followed him, my eyes fixed on the mountains as we walked towards them. The sun beat down on us, warming my skin as we walked across the grassy plain.
I could tell that we were heading for the mountains. We had to be. It didn't look like there was anything else around here.
The ground started to slope upwards and I followed Luka up the mountain. The air got colder and the wind picked up, making me clutch at my cloak as we climbed. I looked back down at the forest below and felt a wave of fear. We were so high. I felt so far from the ground that it made my stomach quiver with fear.
Luka stopped on a rocky cliff, turning to look down at me. The wind blew his dark hair back from his face and his eyes seemed to glow as he stared at me. "There's a path over there that we need to take." He pointed to his right and I saw that he was correct. There was a narrow path that led up the mountain, winding back and forth as it climbed.
I swallowed and nodded. I was scared, but I would do it. For him. Because I wanted to.
He reached down and took my hand in his, his fingers squeezing mine. "Come on."
I followed him across the rocky cliff and then onto the path. He moved behind me, letting me lead the way and he pushed me when I needed it, guiding me upwards.
The path narrowed to almost nothing as we climbed higher, the wind whipping down the mountain and making my legs shake with fear. I stopped and looked down at the rocks below, feeling fear fill my body. I couldn't do this.
Luka came up behind me, his arms circling me and pulling me back against him. "You're safe."
I looked down at the sharp rocks below us and knew that wasn't true. I wasn't safe at all. He could let me go and I would fall to my death. I knew he could do it too. His hands tightened on my waist and he growled into my ear. "I will never let you get hurt."
His words warmed me and made me feel more confident. I straightened up and looked forward, trying to ignore the drop below us. He kept his arms around me, guiding me as we moved along the path.
Finally, we reached the top of the mountain and I felt relief flood through me. We'd made it. We were safe.
I moved away from Luka and looked around, trying to see everything at once. The view took my breath away, the sky seeming to stretch out forever as the sun set in the distance. The mountains towered above us, their snowy peaks looking like they touched the sky.
I smiled and turned around to look at Luka. He was standing a few feet away, staring at me with a look on his face that I couldn't decipher. "Is this where you live?" I asked him.
He nodded and reached out for me, pulling me into his arms.
I didn't protest. I wanted to be in his arms.
We stood there for a moment, watching the sun set and the stars come out. It felt like magic, like we were in a different world. Like we were above everything.
Luka pressed his lips against my forehead, his voice soft as he spoke. "This is where I live." His breath tickled my skin, making shivers go down my spine. "Let's go inside." He let me go and led me towards the other side of the mountain.
I followed him, watching as he climbed down a narrow path and into a cave that was hidden in the side of the mountain. I followed him inside, looking around at the darkness.
The cave was cold and dark. I shivered as we walked deeper into the cave, Luka leading the way. I couldn't see anything but his back.
I felt a spark of light and blinked, looking up at Luka as he lifted a torch above his head. He looked like a god, his green eyes glowing as they stared at me. "Welcome to my home." His voice rumbled and echoed in the cave, making me shiver with fear. "Do you like it?"
I nodded, looking around. The cave was dark and cold, but it had a strange beauty to it. "Yes," I said, "it's beautiful."
He smiled, his lips curving upwards in the torchlight. "I'm glad."
He turned and moved forward again, leading me deeper into the cave. There was a bed of furs in the center of the cave and a small fire crackled in a pit on the other side. I moved towards the fire, feeling its warmth as I reached out to touch it.
"Do you want food?" Luka asked.
I looked back at him and nodded. I was hungry. "Yes, thank you."
He smiled at me and moved to the corner of the cave. There were baskets stacked there and he pulled out a loaf of bread and a piece of cheese. He sat down next to the fire and patted the spot next to him. "Come here."
I moved towards him, sitting down next to him on the fur rug. He handed me a piece of bread and I took it, eating hungrily. The bread was soft and tasted good. I ate it all and then reached out to take the cheese from Luka.
He grinned and held the cheese out of my reach, teasing me. "I like you here with me," he said.
My cheeks flushed and I looked away. His words warmed my body and made me feel happy. I took the cheese from him and nibbled on it, looking up into his face. "What did you mean by love?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, his body seeming to grow still. "Nothing. I misspoke."
I knew he wasn't telling the truth, but I didn't push it. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him.
He growled and pulled me into his lap, his mouth opening to devour mine. I groaned as his tongue slid inside my mouth, tasting me.
He kissed me hard, like he couldn't get enough of me. His hands moved under my dress, cupping my ass and pulling me tighter against him.
I moaned and lifted my legs around him, letting him push his cock against my pussy. I was wet and ready for him, wanting his cock inside me more than anything.
He pulled back and stared down at me, his green eyes seeming to glow in the firelight. "Tell me you want it."
"I do," I gasped, my body throbbing with need.
He lowered his mouth to mine again, his lips devouring mine. His cock was hard and hot as it rubbed against my pussy, making my body feel like it was going to explode.
I arched my back and rubbed against him harder, feeling his cock slide against my clit. I wanted to cum, I needed to.
He growled and moved his head down, his teeth grazing my neck. "You feel so good," he gasped. "Like a wet fucking heaven."
I groaned at his words, his voice turning me on even more. I was so wet and ready for his cock that I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. "Please, Luka," I begged.
He chuckled and moved his head back down to my neck, nipping at my skin. "I like it when you beg for it."
I didn't care. I would beg. I had to have his cock. I pushed at him, wanting him to get undressed.
He stood up, lifting me with him. He carried me over to the bed and laid me down on the furs, his hands moving under my dress as he pushed it up. "Lift your arms."
I obeyed him, holding my arms up so he could pull my dress off. He did the same with his shirt and pants and I gasped as I saw his cock. It was so hard and big, the tip already glistening with his come.
He lowered himself on top of me, his cock sliding between my legs. He lifted my hips and groaned as he slid inside me, his cock filling me completely. "Fuck," he growled.
I cried out and arched my back, feeling him fill me. "Oh god, it feels so good," I moaned.
He chuckled and pulled back, slamming into me again. "You like being fucked?"
"Yes," I cried out, my pussy throbbing around his cock.
He growled and pushed harder inside me, his thrusts growing faster and harder.
I screamed in pleasure, my orgasm coming hard and fast. He felt so good inside me, it was like nothing I had ever known.
Luka cried out, his cock jerking inside me as he came. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight."
I lay there underneath him, my body trembling from the pleasure of my orgasm. It felt so good to be with him, it felt like heaven.
He rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. His arms tightened around me and he whispered into my ear. "Sleep, baby."
I nodded and let myself drift off to sleep, feeling safe in Luka's arms. He loved me. He wanted to be with me.
The thought filled me with happiness as I let myself fall asleep. I was safe now. I knew that nothing bad could happen to me with him by my side. He would protect me. He loved me. He cared about me. He wanted to keep me safe.
I was his now, he had stolen me. And I wanted to be stolen. I wanted him to want me and love me. I needed it.
He pressed a kiss against my forehead and I smiled, letting myself drift away. Tomorrow I would tell him that I loved him too. I would tell him that he could have me forever. I would be his prisoner forever. If it meant being with him, then so be it.
I wanted him. I loved him. And nothing would ever change that. Not as long as I lived.
***
I woke up feeling good, my body sore in a pleasurable way. I rolled onto my back and looked over at Luka, a smile on my face. I had never felt better.
He opened his eyes and stared at me, a frown creasing his face. "Good morning."
I nodded, my smile growing wider. "It's a beautiful day," I whispered.
He shook his head and sat up. "You think every day is beautiful."
I nodded again. "They are."
His frown deepened and he stood up. "Get dressed."
I nodded and got out of bed, following him to the fire.
He was already dressed and he handed me a plate of food as I came closer. I nodded my thanks and took a bite. It tasted good. It always did.
I finished eating and looked up at Luka, wanting to tell him that I had feelings for him. But the look on his face stopped me.
He looked angry, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together in a hard line. "Why didn't you tell me that you were human?"
I felt my heart stop, my mind trying to comprehend what he was saying. Human? "What?"
He glared down at me. "You're a fucking human."
I felt fear flood through me, my body going cold. I had been so stupid. I should have never thought that he could love me, a human.
He laughed bitterly. "A fucking human," he said again. "I never thought I would want a human, but now I do." He stepped towards me, his voice low and menacing. "And I'm going to have you, no matter what it takes."
I stood up and backed away from him, fear filling my body. He was going to take me and use me. Like all of the Veilatin men did with the women they stole from the city. I had been a fool. He didn't want me. He wanted my body.
He took another step towards me, his hand reaching out. "Come here," he whispered.
I shook my head and backed away. "No," I gasped.
He laughed again and stepped towards me. "Yes."
I turned and ran, dashing towards the cave entrance. He caught me before I could even get out the cave, his hand clamping down on my shoulder and pulling me back. I struggled and kicked, fighting him with everything in me.
But he was strong and he pinned me against the wall, his face furious. "Don't fight me," he growled. "I'll break your neck."
I trembled, fear flooding through me at his words.
He glared at me, his breath panting in and out of his body. "I know you feel it too," he hissed.
I shook my head, fighting off the tears that threatened to fall. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to tell him no. But I couldn't. He knew I wanted him. He knew that he turned me on more than any man ever had.
His grip tightened on me, his other hand moving to grip my neck. "Say it," he growled, his fingers tightening around my throat.
I gasped and fought him, but his grip was too strong. He squeezed and I felt my lungs burn with need for oxygen. I struggled more, my vision blurring from lack of oxygen.
"Say it," he snarled.
I couldn't take it any longer, I had to say it. I couldn't fight him. My body was screaming for oxygen and I couldn't hold out any longer. I had no other choice. "I want you," I gasped. "I want your cock inside me."
His grip loosened immediately and I gasped in air, feeling my lungs burn as they expanded.
Luka stared at me, his face still furious. "I knew it," he said, his voice triumphant.
I stared at him, the tears finally falling. "But you don't want me," I sobbed.
His brows drew together, his frown returning. "What?"
I shook my head. "You hate me, I'm a human."
He glared at me. "I don't hate you," he growled. His voice was fierce and demanding. "You're nota human," he said. "You're the one."
I stared at him, trying to comprehend his words. "What do you mean?"
His face softened and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against him. I trembled as he hugged me, feeling warm and safe. Like nothing could touch us.
"I love you, Amara," he whispered.
I felt happiness flood through me and I stared up at him in surprise. "You do?" I gasped.
His hands tightened on me and he nodded. "Yes, I do," he said.
I felt myself melt in his arms and I lifted my lips to kiss him. He loved me, he wanted me.
He groaned and kissed me harder, his tongue pushing inside my mouth. He pulled me down to the ground and we fell on the cave floor, rolling and kissing until we were both breathless.
"Tell me you love me too," he said, his lips moving down to my neck. He kissed and licked at my skin, making me groan with pleasure.
"I do," I whispered. "I love you, Luka."
His lips moved back up to mine and he kissed me softly, his tongue moving against mine. "Good," he whispered. "Because you're mine."
I smiled as I stared at him, feeling safe and happy. He loved me and that's all that mattered. I didn't care that I was human and he was Veilatin. I only cared about him. About his love. About how he made me feel. His love made me feel like I could conquer the world. Like nothing could ever hurt me again.
And it made me know that I would do anything to make sure he never stopped loving me. Anything. Even give up my freedom. Even stay with him forever. Anything.
He pulled back and I felt cold and alone, my heart aching for his touch again. "Stand up," he ordered.
I nodded and stood up, looking down at him. "Yes, Sir."
He growled at my words and stood up, his cock hard and ready. I smiled and reached down, cupping his balls in my hand.
"Mmm," I hummed, my lips moving down to take him in my mouth.
He groaned as I sucked him, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling it. "You look good with my cock in your mouth."
I groaned in pleasure and sucked harder, wanting him to cum in my mouth.
"Stop," he gasped, his hand pushing me away.
I looked up at him, his eyes narrowed in lust. I wanted him so much, I couldn't stop.
He reached down and lifted me up, his cock pressing between my legs as he lowered me down. "You want to cum?" He asked.
I nodded and licked my lips, feeling his cock press against me. "Yes." I gasped. I wanted it more than anything. I had to have it.
His cock pressed harder against me and then slid inside. I cried out and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him press deeper inside me.
His cock filled me so good, stretching my pussy and making me scream with pleasure. "Oh god," I groaned, my pussy pulsing around him.
He growled in pleasure and pumped faster into me, his lips kissing and licking my neck. I moaned and pressed myself harder against him, wanting more.
He pumped faster and faster and then lifted me up with his cock still inside me. "Turn around, "he growled.
I did as he told me, turning around and bending over for him. He pressed back inside me, groaning as he did. His hands moved up to my breasts and he pulled and pinched at my nipples, making me scream louder.
I trembled and clung to him, feeling myself get closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted it so bad. I had to have it. I squeezed my pussy around his cock and felt myself cum.
He grunted and pressed deeper inside me, his hips jerking as he came inside me. "Fuck yes, "he groaned. "I'm coming."
I felt his seed fill me, burning hot and making me feel so good. I screamed again and squeezed him tighter, wanting him to fill me completely.
He pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft and warm. His hands cupped my ass and he kissed my back, his lips soft and tender.
I felt safe and warm, feeling like nothing could ever harm me with him by my side.
"Let's go home," he said. His voice sounded happy and it made me smile.
I stood up and nodded, knowing that I would follow him anywhere. "Yes," I whispered. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to be with him.
He smiled and pulled his pants on, his eyes moving over me possessively. I felt his desire for me in that look, it made my body pulse with need. I wanted him again. I needed his cock inside me again.
"Don't look at me like that," he growled, "or I'll fuck you again."
I smiled and held out my hand for him to take. "I'm ready when you are," I said.
He took my hand and pulled me to him, his kiss deepening. "You will be," he said as he let me go.
I smiled and walked beside him as we left the cave, my mind buzzing with happiness. I felt alive with him, I felt wanted. He made me feel safe and cared for, he made me feel things that no man ever had.
He stopped and turned to me, his arms pulling me into his body. "I love you," he said, "and I always will."
I nodded and smiled, my heart full of love. "I love you too," I whispered.
His arms tightened on me and I knew that we would be okay. We would always be okay as long as we had each other. Nothing could ever tear us apart.