(Mature Content)

Her action alone filled him with sizzling jolts of electricity as they travelled throughout his body, alerting every sense and awakening every part.

The softness of her lips against his conveyed a profound sense of tenderness.

Gentle and light her hand slipped into his silvery locks and she deepened the kiss, savouring the taste of his lips like a fine wine whose woodsy notes played like a sweet melody on her fervent lips.

Xiran wanted to believe it was real and not his tired mind playing tricks on him. He slowly broke the kiss, his hand reaching out to her face, his fingertips brushed against her cold skin and she giggled, gawking at his reaction. And he couldn’t even remember when he heard her giggle the last time.

"Are you real?" he awkwardly asked, his subtle grey eyes never leaving her turquoise ones.

"Maybe, maybe not," she cryptically answered, enjoying the bewilderment on his face.

"Please! Be real and if you are a figment of my imagination, I don’t want to wake up," his hand snaked to her waist, pulling her to his muscled chest, knocking her breath out. His nose slightly touched hers and he hungrily gazed at her lips again.

"Why don’t you kiss me again and find out?" she challenged with a hint of amusement, her voice coming out in slow pants, their lips almost brushing against each other.

"Is that a challenge?" he dreamily asked, brushing her golden locks away from her beautiful face, the face he could never get enough of.

"You could say that," her sing-song voice was like a melody to his ears. How he had longed for it.

"I won’t stop once I start, keep that in mind. I will own every inch of you," his sultry words earned him another bright smile as her hands slipped from his hair to the ridges of his sinewy frame until they reached the rim of his t-shirt and slipped inside. Exploring every crest every dip, a slow deep breath he inhaled as her fingers dwelled and grazed every inch of skin they could find. Her heartbeat went wild while his was berserk to the point of no return.

"Who said anything about stopping? Atone for your sins, Xiran. You have a whole year of duration to make up for. I would prefer you got started," she held the ridges of his t-shirt and pulled it up and he raised his arms before removing it and tossing it away. She began slowly running her fingers over his neck and chest, his silvery tattoo gleamed under her caresses.

"Will I be forgiven?" Xiran’s hand slipped to her leg and getting hold of her thigh he hauled it over his legs and his hand freely wandered lifting her dress.

"Only if you would never impose a decision on me and my memories are off-limit, you will never touch them. Good or bad, they are mine to keep," she professed against the dips of his chest, her hot breath driving him crazy, her fingertips flicked his nipple before she opened her mouth and plopped it inside her warm mouth.

"Yes, ma’am... I p...promise," a tiny moan escaped him from the onslaught her lips and tongue carried on his nipple. His hand went behind her head and he pressed it so she could weave her magic and his back arched when she lightly bit it.

The jolt went straight to the bulge in his trouser and he gripped her hair and pulled, lifting her face so her needy gaze could collide with his lusty one. His Adam’s apple bobbed seeing the blue vein pulsating in her neck like a stream of elixir and the melody of her heartbeats mingled with his, driving him crazy. She smirked victoriously.

"You are real. You came," he buried his nose in the hollow of her neck and drew in a sharp breath, inhaling her oriental scent. His soft lips grazed over her tattoo and her hands slipped into his hair holding him there, as he left feathery kisses on it.

"I couldn’t stay away and Irlana let me in. She told me you have been sleeping for more than 24 hours now. So I didn’t want to disturb you but I didn’t want to wait either. You know that’s not my strong forte," a pleasurable groan left Aselia’s throat as he sucked the skin right below her tattoo.

"You have no clue how happy that has made me. I still can’t believe you are here. These are my wings?" He had been curious ever since he saw those wings on her neck.

"Yes, I dreamt of them every day and knew they held some profound meaning for me," his eyes darkened with desire at her answer and his hands dropped to her hips, squeezing them making her hunger for him. Frustration and desperation mingled in their breaths. She groaned and he smirked.

She wanted to have the same amount of hold on him, where her mere touch will have him at her mercy.

"You want me to relieve you?" she drawled out the words, her hands lowered and began playing with the edges of his waistband. He was astonished for a second and then his features softened and became content with her question, knowing she wanted this, needed it.

"Pleaseee," he pleaded with puppy eyes and her hand slipped inside, grappling him as he pulsated in her hands and she stroked it just as he had taught her. Her other hand rested on his heart so she could sense and feel his rising beats to her touch. His breathing quickened with every stroke and his back muscles rippled, a rapturous moan was torn from his slightly parted lips. Xiran’s eyes slowly closed as he delved into the ecstatic state she had transported him to.

"I and I alone own you Xiran and I am going to remove every trace of every other female who dared touch you till every part of you fully belongs to me," and Xiran understood what she was implying, while she tightened her hold on his rock solid manhood.

"I already belong to you, both my body and soul," he could feel her urgency.

"No, Xiran. It killed a part of my heart seeing what Treia did to you. I would never let any other female defile you like that. I wanted to shred that bitch to pieces but that would have been an easy death for her. She needed to suffer," her jaw was set so tight and she ground her teeth in annoyance, remembering and reliving that incident all over again.

Xiran cupped her face, seeing how tense her body had become, and gently rubbed the soft flesh under her eyes with the pads of his thumbs. Hurt swirled in her beautiful eyes and he wanted to kiss away the pain.

"It will never happen again, we can’t change the past but we can make a beautiful future together, just you and me. Let me take your pain away," he softly whispered against her temple, placing a tender kiss there.

"Please do, just sate this ever-growing monster inside me," she whimpered as his lips came crashing down on her, needy and forceful.

His hands went to her back and fumbled with her zipper before he zipped it down and peeled the dress with an inbuilt bra, off her body.

His hands roamed her naked skin as his slithering tongue invaded her wet mouth, drowning and engulfing her ecstatic mewls. She pumped him while he devoured her mouth and fondled her mounds, reducing her to a groaning mess.

His tongue tasted every corner of her round mouth before he slipped it out and broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back, she offered her neck and he plopped a wet kiss on her sensitive spot, making her shudder in his embrace.

Before his needy lips trailed down and found her rose-hued tops, his lips parted and the right one disappeared into his mouth as he chewed on it like sweet candy.

"Ahhh!" her hands gripped his silvery hair and her back formed a perfect doom, she wanted more of those lips on her skin, to tease her relentlessly, to peck and caress her tenderly, and to love her deeply.

"You are as beautiful as I remember you," he couldn’t stop himself from starting at her.

"Xiran!" her sighs of pleasure were like a melody missing from his life and it fastened his onslaught. His hand found her other bud and he pressed and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, hitting the feels which travelled to her womanly folds and began drenching her.

"Uhh! Stop!" she screamed in pleasure not able to take it anymore and he finally did, lifting his subtle gaze at her, she was too far gone. He slipped down further and Aselia had to let him go, her hand not able to reach him anymore. Instead, she clutched his hair.

"Leia!" he murmured against her abdomen, placing a wet kiss there and she too lost to speak just nodded at him, when he groggily told her:

"I am going to touch you down there, today. I will give you so much pleasure that all you would remember is my tongue."