Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Chapter 40:

Lancelin’s P.O.V

I had been admired and praised countless time in my five hundred and seventy two years of existence. Several women had named me their idol and worshiped me. Artists have called me their muse and painted and sculpted my images on several streets, several galleries across the world.

But nothing brought me the amount of satisfaction as I felt while Sanaya’s eyes travelled up and down my body. She eyed the tattoo of the phoenix I had in my left forearm. Her cheeks turned pink as she watched the water droplets dripping down to my skin and down my abdomen. However, I didn’t like it when her eyes glued on the bullet scar on my chest.

The mages at the hospital had forced me to drink several of their elixirs but they could only do so much. Once I’d fed, the healing process will begin naturally. But now that I was with Sanaya, feeding sounded like a derogatory term. Making love…that was appropriate.

Noticing her fisted hands, I moved forward, one step at a time, making sure that Sanaya wanted this as much as I did. Her breathing increased as I came to stand in front of her and then I held out my hand.

Sanaya hesitated but only for a second before placing her hand in mine. And I brought her to her feet, placing her hand palm down on my chest, giving her the choice to explore. And explore she did. Tracing lazy fingers down my chest, exploring every ridge, every corner. She stopped short of the bullet wound and placed a feather light kiss on the spot, making me shudder.

I took her hand once more and guided it to the hem of the towel and waited for her to take the lead. Tonight, even though I would be the one benefiting from our union, I wanted everything to be her choice. Her will.

Sanaya tugged at the towel and it fell to the floor around my feet. She gasped as she saw my shaft, her eyes widening slightly as they hazed over with desire. The scent of her own arousal was heavy in the air as she ran her fingers down my length before taking me into her hands. I hissed out as her grip tightened slightly; my length was already erect and throbbing and her touch only made me want to explode into her arms. I’d been imagining this day from the very first day I met her and I needed to last longer.

But Sanaya seemed to have other plans as she continued to move her hand up and down my length, her grip just the right amount of pressure for me. I gritted my teeth, letting her continue with my hands balled to fists at my sides. I was hers just as much as she was mine. She had every right to do as she pleased with my body. But just as the tip of my shaft beaded with precum, she stopped moving her hand and let go.

Sanaya moved back then and I thought maybe she didn’t want to continue anymore, but then she reached for the belt of her bathrobe, unfastening them with slow, unsteady hands and then slid the robe off her shoulders, revealing herself to me.

My breath caught in my throat at her beauty. Her skin was a golden olive throughout and her long dark hair reached her hips. Her skin flushed pink under my scrutiny, the swell of her breasts soft and supple and a handful. Her abdomen was taunt and the curl of hair at her apex made my hands twitch.

I looked into her eyes, asking for permission and only when she nodded did I place my hands on her taunt mounds. Her nipples were hard and budded, the color a dark honey. Bringing my face closer, I took one mound into my mouth, licking and sucking the peaks to stiffness. Sanaya threw her head back and moaned, her hands going to my shoulders to hold on for balance.

Seeing that we were at a danger of toppling over, I laid her down on the bed gently before resuming my attention to her neglected breast. Soft moans escaped her mouth and Sanaya tried her best to hold back. Her shoulders were stiff and her stomach taunt. So I brought my head up to her lips and captured her mouth with mine.

The kiss started off slow as the tension slowly left her body. I used my hands to massage her shoulders before lowering my hands to her body. I used one hand to mould her breast, pinching her nipple lightly to arouse her. My other hand travelled down her abdomen, exploring, savoring.

I lowered my hand until I found her entrance and dipped a finger inside her wet heat. Sanaya gasped and I took the opportunity to insert my tongue into her mouth, tasting every nook and cranny as our tongues explored one another.

Using two fingers, I scissored my way into her womanhood. She wasn’t yet ready so I helped bring her to the edge. Breaking the kiss to her protest, I moved down her body, trailing wet kisses as I went and then my tongue was at her womanhood, licking and sucking at the tight bundle of nerves at her apex.

Sanaya’s back arched off the bed, her fingers tugging at my hair in want as I lapped at her with my tongue. I inserted two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out to get her accustomed. When I saw her face flushed with pleasure, I inserted a third finger.

“I want you…now!” Sanaya yelled frustrated, tugging harder at my hair and so I complied.

Rising to brace my hands on either side of her head, I covered her body with mine and placed the blunt head of my shaft at her entrance. Sanaya undulated her hips, almost making me lose control, but I had to be aware of my size and how she hadn’t had a partner in five years. Slowly, I pushed my way into her womanhood, letting her get accustomed to my size until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

Sanaya moaned, throwing her head back to expose the slender column of her neck while I gritted my teeth against the onslaught of sensation, trying not to burst inside her. She fit me like a glove and her exquisite tightness squeezed my shaft, almost throwing me off the edge.

I moved my hips, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in. Sanaya gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she undulated her hips to match my thrusts. I increased my pace as skin moved against skin, perspiration beaded our body and the musk of desire lay heavy in the air.

But I could not hold on much longer. Finding my release as I spilled inside her, my head thrown back as I moaned her name. “Sanaya…I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sanaya pulled me down for a kiss and I kept my pace, bringing her over the edge only a few moments later as she too threw her head back to scream her release. I slowed down then and collapsed on top of her, tired and full of energy at the same time. I felt full. Complete. But my length was still inside her and it still throbbed with need.

I gave Sanaya time to adjust, to recover as I lay on top of her, careful to keep all my weight on my arms; but then I felt her moving her hips once more. Her arms tugged at my hair to reclaim my lips.

“Again?” I asked her when we both came up for air.

“Again.” She confirmed.

And that was how I made love to her all night. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow as we learned each other through new eyes, tasted heaven in each others lips.