I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 52: Long Time Coming

Clarke's POV continued-

Obeying Lexa's command, I slip my wet fingers into her.

Immediately upon entry, she gasps in pleasure and initial shock. I can feel her muscles tense around my fingers, but the feeling makes me throb too.

I slowly manipulate my fingers so that they maintain a soft pattern going in and out at a steady pace as I begin to use my lips again to kiss the space where she was most sensitive.

I can feel the heat and the wetness of her body, and I watch in a trance as her perfect abs and muscles contract with every movement from my fingers.

I find myself in awe that two of my fingers could elicit the type of pleasure and noises from a warrior of this type. Lexa wasn't just any fighter; she was a ruthless and wise leader to hundreds of thousands of people across the continent. She was quite literally the most important person on the planet who had the authority and the will to kill anyone she wanted to.

Even so, two of my fingers made her muscles turn weak and her thoughts to be tunneled.

Finally, as my touch becomes too much to bear, Lexa's moans become breathless gasps for air as her voice loudens, echoing through her vast chambers.

Her toes curl under and her abs flex, propelling her upwards into a sitting position as her nails rake through my hair, pulling strands out of my neat braid.

As the moaning dies down, I'm left with a thin transparent film plastered across my fingers and tongue, as I gently lick the remains of it up, careful not to overstimulate her.

She breathes heavy, letting her head fall to the side on her pillow.

I sit up, rubbing the back of my hand over my wet, swollen lips.

"That was..." She whispers. Her voice is raspy.

"So good." She sighs, catching the last of her breath.

I smile to myself.

"Is that thanks enough?" I tease, sitting down next to her.

"For now." She smirks, eying me maliciously.

I can't help but smile.

There are several moments of comfortable silence that pass between us, each too tired to speak.

We turn to look at each other, both knowing what needed to be said but neither of us wanted to be the one to say it.

Finally, I decide to break the silence.

"We can't keep doing this."

"It's too dangerous." I whisper, admiring the way Lexa's eyelashes fluttered as she blinked sleepily.

Lexa raises her head to mine, softly nodding. Her eyes fill with sadness.

"I know."

"But I can't help it." She admits.

My heart aches at the sound of her words. We both felt the same way, but we knew we shouldn't be together, not with the danger that surrounded us.

"I need you here in my life. And I don't want to share you." She concludes, voice cracking with vulnerability.

It was easily almost morning by this time, but our exhaust was no match for our adrenaline and intense focus on each other.

"I need you too." I whisper, kissing her gently.

There was a mixed emotion passing between us. Partly elation and partly a deep sadness.

Being leaders, there was always the duty to protect our people first.