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♚41.Snakes

Rafael

I'm breathing heavily as I get up from the ground, and help Soraya raise to her feet.

She's a mess. Her raven hair sticks to her sweaty forehead and then falls tousled to her waist. A few leaves are stuck into it. Her golden tan skin is smudged with dirt and her soft hips are marked by the way I roughly grabbed her. This etherealy beautiful infuriating woman is the bane of my existence.

I got so lost in her that, I forgot I was mad. We were like animals. But now, seeing the new scars that adorn her body I remember.

She's quick to notice my change in mood and the fact that she already knows the reason behind it, comes as no surprise.

"Don't look at me like that," she huffs bringing her hand to the scar left behind by the knife Chen stabbed me with. She runs her palm up my torso then to my shoulder, not breaking contact as she comes behind me. I feel her eyes on my back, the sensation followed by warm fingers that trace over the ridged skin there. A remanant of the whipping. "You've got plenty new ones of your own." she murmurs. I shudder and my heart stutters in my chest as she begins to kiss every single scar almost reverently "They " kiss "wanted to take my everything from me" kiss "and you" kiss "expected me to do nothing?" kiss.

I grab the hand that's splayed on my shoulder and use it to bring her in my arms. Her dark eyes meet mine defiantly. They burn with her inner fire, ready at all times to blaze so it can meet my own. "Don't you know there is no sacrifice I wouldn't make for you? I'd maim and kill and burn the world down for you." She caresses my face.

"I need you to understand that if you die, I die. I'll follow you to the grave, and they'll burry us together." Moving my head to the side to kiss the inside of her wrist. "I have no purpose on an Earth where you don't exist anymore." I bend down so our foreheads touch. "So I beg of you, my love, never exchange your for life for mine again, because it would be in vain."

"Teo I-"

Her words are cut off when I cup her face and seal our lips together. Oposed to the way we've fucked, the kiss is so tender that it pulls a sight of contentment out of her. She loves to be taken hard and fast but she needs sweet and slow to satisfy that soft part of her that craves to be taken care of, protected and loved.

Right now, I don't care about thrones of power or wars. In this moment, suspended in time, all I want to do is to take her and tuck her away somewhere where nobody but me can touch her, and nothing can harm her.

I groan when she threads her fingers trough my hair so she can graze the nape of my neck with her short nails. She sucks on my tongue, swallowing the sound, before we have to pull away for air.

"Unfortunately, we need need get dressed and start moving." she says. I release her retuctantly and she turn her perky ass to me so she can sashay her way to the backpack. "You, my dear husband, are lucky this has a change of clothes in it."

"Not necessarily." I reply, while gathering my own clothes.

"Would you rather have me walk around naked in the jungle?" She laughs, pulling on some undergarments. "Is that some fantasy of yours?" She undoes her thigh holster so she can put on a pair of combat pants and a thin blouse. "Hunting me down in the woods while I wear nothing but my birthday suit? That's very primal of you, amore. But I think I might be into it."

"Then, when all of this is over, we should try it sometimes." I chuckle.

"I love your laugh. You're so stingy with it though. You're always glowering as if someone just kicked your puppy." She mumbles, gathering the remanants of her dress. Then she sighs deeply. "What are we going to do now?"