By Corruption I Fall

Chapter Forty-Six

Xiomara

Satin-laced memories.
I awoke, thanking the stars that I have risen another day by his side.
In bliss.
In a blood bond, bound to the man I have chosen.
all by myself. No manipulations, no bribes.
I awakened to him. Sleeping, snoring, on my stomach.
I don't know how we twisted ourselves in ending up this position.
I wanted to laugh. I was shaking with happiness but I pushed down my burst of giggles. I couldn't wake him up, not when he looked so vulnerable and beautiful in my lap.
Reluctantly, I couldn't stop my hand from moving and touching his tousled hair, those brown waves. I smoothed my palms over it, smiling, smiling so loudly.
He moved, his hands around my legs ,tightening,!than settling back. As if to test if I was still here and once he knew I was, he relaxed and dove back into slumber.
I looked over to the digital clock that sat atop his night stand:
9:47 am.
It was late. Later than I supposed Oryon woke up to start his day. I don't imagine drug lords allow a lot of room to "sleep in."
A soft knock landed against the door, I tensed and lifted the sheet beside me to cover my naked breasts.
"It's me, Kiovanna" Oryon's mother whispered, opening the door a sliver with a tray in her hands.
"It's okay, you can come in. He's-"
She came in slowly and widened her eyes when she saw the state of her son.
I grinned at her, stroking his hair, "He's beautiful even when he sleeps"
She looked flabbergasted, her lower lip trembled as she sat the tray carefully down one the floor.
"My goodness...I can't believe it" She put her hand over her parted mouth, nodding with approval.
Oryon snored on my thighs, every so often moving his fingers and skimming me.
"He's sleeping. He's actually sleeping. My sweet boy!" She exclaimed as quietly as she could.
"He needed to rest"
"How did you get him to do it?"
I shrugged, "He did it on his own. He was in a weird mood last night, like he was talking to different people in his mind and as he he touched me than, he told me that he just wanted to hold me.. I don't know when or how he got like this" I motioned to him laying ontop of me with a soft chuckle.
She sucked in a surprised gasp, "He hasn't sleep like this, as peacefully since ...gosh, he's practically smiling as he's sleeping"
"Since what, Kiovanna?"
She swallowed than waved me off.
What? No. Since what? Since when?
Why won't anyone tell me what happened to him?
I wanted to scream, it was lodged in the back of my throat. Why couldn't I know?
Was it so bleak? So dark that telling me was putting something or someone into jeopardy?

"Nothing, darling, nothing you have to worry about" She said, examining her son, I decided on letting the subject fade. This was not the most opportune moment to bring up harsh pasts.
"I can't wait to tell Delin about this! He'll be so proud of his progress" She shrieked and that caused Oryon to groan and stir awake.
That word she used, progress?
What an odd word to use for such a simple human action; Sleep.
"Shit! He's waking up, I'll leave you two" She waved at me and I returned it, a genuine smile failing me.
There were so many questions still.
Kiovanna closed the door and Oryon got up, leaning on his hands and staring down groggily.
I froze, my hands shook beside me, Would he hate that fell asleep on me?
Seemingly, he couldn't believe his current situation either and crooked his head to the side, staring at my legs.
I didn't move. I didn't say a word.
He moved an inch and touched my knees, circling it slowly. I gasped, biting my lip.
Was this to be taken as I'll get nice Oryon  this morning?
He smoothed his hand up, scrapping against my inner thigh and stopping where my sex lay bare and frankly, wet.
He was a sight to behold, the muscles on his back, his tattoos on his hands and body made me boil with lust.
Oryon looked up at me, pinning me with his gaze, I opened my mouth to say God knows what?
Who cares?
He turned his hand and felt the slickness of my pussy, I jerked and gripped his hard-as-steel bicep.
"You're awake" He said casually,rubbing my clit in dreamy circles.
Fuck, I hate when he began to talk while he was loosening the wires in my head, the ones that connect my sanity to the present earth.
"Yup, you are too, "I said, beginning to sound breathless.
"I loved sleeping with you"
I snorted, "I kind of figured that, I do too. I always want you"
He stopped his ministrations and tugged me down by my waist to lay me flat and completely underneath him.
"No, not fucking. Sleeping. Holding you. That was the most sleep I've gotten in years"
I brightened up, touching his cheek, "You mean it?"
He pressed a light kiss on my lips, "I mean everything I say to you"
A warm shiver crawled all over my body, I wanted him. I needed him last night, I need him right now.
"It was nice to watch you sleep. You're very calm when you do" I trailed my fingers over his pillowy lips, stopping at his scar. It teased me, causing a friction everytime we kissed.
His eyes darkened, even when the storms come, in his eyes I'll stay. I was sure of it.
"With you, I feel free " He whispered, his voice full of ash and fire.
"Will you kiss me?" I asked.
He crooked his eyebrow, "If I do, we won't get up from this bed for a many, many hours"
I shrugged and looked above him,"Okay, than don't kiss me. You must have loads of stuff to do today"
I twisted my body and tried escaping him, he didn't let up. He turned me and kept me in place, I jerked my chin up at him. He opened his mouth but then snapped it closed, huffing out a tormented breath.
"Cat got your tongue, Oryon?"
He clicked his teeth, "Tongue...that's what you want, isn't it? You want mine between your legs. I can smell it on you, I can feel your wetness on my cock right now"
I bit my cheek and played my part, pushing him off me, "I'm not the only one who's being deprived here, I can feel you too. You've been hard for me the moment you touched me"
He smirked, "Yeah?"
He rocked against my me, stroking my pussy lips. I moaned and rocked my hips against his thick cock, he groaned in pleasure and smiled.
"You said I deprive myself?" He gripped my waist.
"You do. Of pleasure"
"Of the things that are mine. of the woman that is crying for me, of this pussy," He cupped it, inserting two fingers inside of me.
I cried out and spread my legs farther, "God, please. Stop torturing me"
He rocked his fingers in and out of me, curling at the base and hitting my sweet spot that made me wonder and hover above gravity.
"This pussy is mine. I take it how I want and when I want," he took his fingers out of me, grabbed whole of my hips and flipped me over. I gasped as he arched me up and took me by the neck, hoisting me up, my back to his chest.
"You want me?" I asked him, touching his wounded arm, reminding him silently to keep it with as little movement as possible.
"So thoughtful. Love, you're full of spark and atomic bombs"
He moved his cock to my entrance, inserting it slowly, "Fuck off, you feel so fucking good. Tight and-" he growled, filling me up completely.
He thrusted into me, i screamed and fell forwards.
There's no possible way he can do this every time to me. This chemistry we share, this fumigating lust that blows up everything up in its way when he has me like this, fucking me like he owns me and the space I'm in, the air I breathe.