Page 89 of Down to One
“I know I repeated the words the priestess said, but Blaze, I want to tell you in my own words just how much you mean to me. Every breath I breathe reminds me of how lucky I am to be alive, and how blessed I am to have you at my side. To know we’ll be a team forever fills me with gratitude. I hope I always act in a way befitting the male you deserve.”
He pauses, the fire in his eyes blazing. “I could talk forever, love, but let me show you.”
He turns me in his arms and takes his time, unbuttoning the dozens of tiny buttons my new friends fastened before the ceremony. I smile, picturing his huge, blue hands working the dainty buttons. He doesn’t get impatient. In fact, he dips his head to nuzzle, then nip my neck as his hands struggle with the pearl buttons.
It feels like forever before the dress pools at my feet, a puddle of scarlet—a color now so important in our lives for so many reasons.
When he turns me and takes a step back to appreciate me, his eyes flare with passion. The dress held my breasts in place, and my little wedding present to him was to go commando.
“You’re beautiful, Love.” He’s always been generous with those words.
“You’re handsome in your uniform, babe, but I like blue better.”
He’s not a fan of me calling him babe. He usually chides me and says he’s not a baby. I thought he’d jump to my bait, but not tonight.
I step closer and remove his clothes, piece by piece. The soft feel of his leathers is replaced by the even softer feel of his suede-like skin.
I love this male as much as life itself, but something’s not right. Excitement isn’t skittering along my veins. I’m not breathless. My core isn’t dripping for him yet and it always is by the time we’re both naked.
Has marriage already destroyed my libido?
It takes a moment to realize what’s missing. As soon as I recognize it, I move to action.
“Don’t!” I say, a bit too harshly when he sits to remove his boots.
After stashing my tiara in my underwear drawer, I slip into my shoes, tear the bedspread off the bed, and grab his hand. Pulling him out of the house at a run, I don’t even bother to answer his sputtered questions. I just drag him toward the heart of the forest.
Although this landscape is so different from the one where we fell in love, I know in my heart we have to be outside, under Marentine’s moons. I want to breathe the rich air out here and make love under the sparkling stars.
I find the perfect grassy spot encircled by majestic trees. I’ve grown used to their scarlet-veined green leaves. That’s not what’s important now. Now I want to seal our bond out in the open, like the two untamed warriors we are.
I motion to Xzavic and he helps me lay out the blanket, then I command, “Sit!” As soon as his luscious, naked ass hits the blue silk, I kick off my shoes and dance.
Although we forged this custom in the fires of performing for the camera, we own it now. I dance for him when I want to show him the depths of my love. We’ve been through so much, but still sometimes it’s hard for me to say the words. I can be so much more eloquent with my body.
He’s already hard, but after a few moments of him watching me dance in the warm night air, his cock is pearled with opalescent pre-come.
I sashay to him, place my foot on his chest, push him back onto the bedspread, and stand over him, my legs on either side of his waist. One of the moons is almost full tonight. I wonder if he can see my cream glistening in my folds.
Then I dance again. I’ve never felt this free. I feel like a wanton creature of the forest. As I dance, I imagine so many things I’m ready to say goodbye to trailing behind me in the humid air.
It feels magical as I picture my childhood sadness, my fears, my soul-deadening solitude disappearing. I hid my feelings from myself, never admitting I had the loneliest life in the world, until I met the male who completes me.
I can leave all of that behind on the floor of the forest. The ceremony we just completed means we’re connected forever. Although I didn’t think I needed the priestess’s blessing, maybe I did. Maybe it spoke to some hidden fears still lingering in the deepest recesses of my brain.
That’s all behind me now. I’m free of that.
I dance more wildly, not even knowing how long I’ve been cavorting in the woods until Xzavic stands, grabs me, and lifts me so my legs surround his waist. His lips are hard, possessive, as he kisses me.
Yes! This is the way two warriors should seal their mating, not in the safe confines of our cabin, but here in the forest.
I’m dripping wet for him, even though we’ve shared no foreplay. Xzavic is like a drug. All I need is the slightest taste and I want more. Need more.
When he lowers me a few inches, his cock, hard as stone, presses between my folds. I ride him as best I can in this position while he dips his head to nip the tips of my breasts.
Is it the moonlight? My dance? I feel wild, abandoned. My need is growing exponentially, especially when I hear his soft grunts of passion.
“Take me!” I order as I tip my head back to stare up at the full moon.
