The War God's Wife

Chapter 9: Love's First Bloom

I have kissed many women before.  Some were inexperienced girls, who were clumsy and hesitant and unsure but still passionate.  Others had been sultry women who knew exactly how to use their mouths and tongues to tease and play with a man and his heartstrings . . . or his purse strings.  There had even been a few princesses, queens, and priestesses who had given me simple, chaste kisses that were barely more than a brushing of the lips.

This kiss with Calliena . . . was unlike any of them.

It was indeed passionate.  When my lips first met hers, she pushed up into it, opening her mouth to accept the kiss whole-heartedly.  She gave a soft, sweet moan as I caressed her face.  The sound made my guts burn.  My mind went fuzzy.  I kissed her over and over, making only small breaks to allow us to breath in small gasps.  One of my hands moved from her face to her waist, trying to tug her closer.  She immediately slid forward, instinctively seeking me out.  She gave a small whimper when her knees thudded softly into the cot, barring her body from mine.

Like Chaos that's happening!

My hands slipped under her bottom, earning me a small gasp of surprise, and lifted her from the chair she had been perched on to seat her on my lap.  Unhindered, we locked together, still kissing hungrily.  Her thighs clenched around my lap, her knees pressed tight against my hips with a need that ignited a fire in my roots.  Her arms wrapped under mine, her hands clutching my shoulder blades through the thin cloth of my shirt.  This also pressed her breasts up into me, the soft, squishy flesh searing my pecs with the most wonderful fire.  My hands had completely left her face, the one on her back now moving in random patterns up and down her spine (eliciting small shivers with every stroke) and the other tangling in a thick, handful of curls at the base of her skull.  I gripped the hair close to the root, tugging ever so gently on it.  She whined deliciously, her hips rocking into me as if by instinct.  I felt my blood boil from the motion.

I love her.

Our kisses seemed endless, each one leaving her just a little more breathless.  I couldn't make sense of anything else; I just wanted her.  I pulled away from her lips only to immediately place an open-mouthed kiss on her neck, right behind her jaw and under her ear.  She moaned lustily, her nails digging into my back.  My body burning even more with desire for her, I sucked on her neck lightly, even sinking my teeth ever so tenderly into her skin.  She squirmed, gasping and squeaking teasingly with each motion.  I grinned against her skin and kissed the teeth marks before tilting my head up ever so slightly to suck her earlobe into my mouth.  She gave a cry.

"Tel'mak!"  I growled, suddenly irked.

"Call me something else," I suddenly demanded.  She blinked at, still dazed and aroused.  "A Tel'mak is a creature, an immortal being.  Right now, I am just a man.  Give me a new name."  She stared at me, her eyes slightly wide, her breathing harsh and hot.

"Chance," she whispered breathily.  She kissed my nose and giggled.  "Because our meeting was pure chance."  I felt my breath catch.  The world slowed for a moment.

I was Chance.

I love her.  I love her.

I kissed her again, my lips devouring hers.  My fingers fumbled with the laces of her bodice, tugging them undone.  When they loosened, I felt her dress shift and peel away.  The hand on her back slid in, touching the flawless flesh of her back.  She gasped at the sensation.  Then her own hands slid under my shirt and up my skin.  I groaned as sparks danced down my nerves, my back arching involuntarily.  I trailed kisses down her neck, dipping down into her collar.  Her breath hitched mid-moan when my hand tugged her neckline away and my lips sank into the soft, upper flesh of her breast.  I groaned into her flesh and nipped it.  She gave a small "Oh!" as her body twitched.