More time, the galaxy had finally given me a break in all of the shit it had thrown my way. Maybe Deecon could live another thousand years with that little piece of my star. It doesn't match my eons left to go but it was a bigger blip than a hundred years.
As soon as the words left me, his anxiety retreated with the smile that is now painted across his face.
His hand cups underneath my chin and tilts upwards to his face,
"Good, I don't plan to waste a second."
His words come out with the tone that makes my knees wobble. His other hand presses against my lower back to push me further into him. His new eyes sent chills down my back that gave me a thrill of his new strength. The only man I beg to handle me roughly, that makes me release the reins willingly, to treat my body like it is entirely his, I beg my body each time to let him leave a love bite on my neck.
I can feel his throbbing member pushing up against my belly as he reads my submissive feelings.
"Is Edna right? Am I your abomination?" He growls at me, wrapping a tuff of my hair in his hand, pulling it downward until my face is looking up to him as he towers over me, my neck vulnerable and bare.
I shake my head slowly.
He smirks, "Then what am I?"
He could leave me a puddle on the floor the way he can make his demeanor fill the entire room, the way he can flip a switch to make me feel like puddy in his hands. Someone who can take care of every inch of my body if needed.
"The only one."
He knew exactly what I meant, the only one to make me feel this way. Always.
There was no other person who could ever make me submit to them.. But Deecon? I would give anything to this man just by the way he says my name in that hungry tone.
He lifts me from the ground and pins my back against the cool tile of the shower wall, my legs wrap around him with the water raining over us.
It reminded me of the time we shared on Lower in my storm.
His new power had made him hungrier, never needing to slow down to catch his breath. I had come to the realization that Deecon's sexual fantasies could all be explored with never having to take a break. His drive that I was already craving has now opened up a door for both of us to get more time to act upon the wicked thoughts we had for one another.
The next couple hours we traveled from the shower to the bathroom counter, to the cold marble ground in the bedroom, to the plush bed and to the wall beside the balcony.
The moonlight gives a faint white glow to his cheekbone, his eyes connecting to mine like a beam. I almost blocked out the rough thrusts that slammed me against the wall and got lost looking at his face.
Deecon.
My, Deecon.
Everyone has thrown the words at me that you have your claws in me too deep, but...
I liked the way your nails dig into the sides of my thighs.
"You know what I want to hear.." He grins at me with such a delicious tone, I almost swallow his words.
I do know what you want to hear. That it will always be you, Deecon. Only you.
"I do..-" I cup his chin and raise it to my face this time.
"-Do you know what I want to hear?"
He tilts his head to the side, figuring out my game and then grins.
"Does Gemma Knox need to hear my pledged loyalty?"
I nod my head.
He pushes me further into the wall to balance my weight in one hand, he takes the other and brushes the strand of hair away from my face.
"It will always be you, Gem. Only you."
"It will always be you, Deecon. Only you."
Finally filling the starving feeling of wanting the other person's entire being intertwined with the other. Our backs laid on the floor of the balcony as we stared up at the stars.
I feel his anxiety spike a little, if it was last month it probably would have been a heavier spike to pick up on. I turned my head to him, confused why he felt this emotion.
He doesn't even wait for me to ask, knowing I already picked up on the spike.
"Do-..*mhmm* Do you really think I'll live a thousand years? I could see me maybe passing... You know like.. Three hundred? But probably not right?"
I grab my sides as my cackle of a laugh hurts them, I pull my knees into my chest as the laughter continues uncontrollably.
"What's so damn funny? I'm only gonna live to be a hundred and fifty aren't I?"
I place my upper body on top of his chest and tap the tip of his nose.
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The Book of Gemma -Apocalyptic Fantasy Romance-
FantasyA race of godly creatures made from the stars named Starzithians have become in danger as a group of people from across the galaxy have sought out their death, naming the Starzithians as Solar Destroyers after their ancestors started consuming Solar...
