Completion of the Whisper

Chapter Twenty-One.

With slow, gentle movements his hands brushed along my thigh, right above the purple lines. I shivered slightly, he stopped and glanced at me. "It has not spread further, but has not healed yet either."

"It will heal. Probably completely, when the bite has done its purpose", I murmured.

"What did you just say?"
"Srandi said it to me in Ralanmar. When the bite has done its purpose."

"And what purpose would that be, I wonder...", Nyshard smirked and placed a soft kiss onto my skin "do you have any guesses, my dear?"

Another kiss.

"Hm?"

He kissed my thigh again and murmured "Guesses?"
"About?"

He stopped, and I felt his eyes on me "Are you a bit distracted?"
Biting my lower lip, I nodded.

"By what, I wonder?"
"You."

His mouth met my skin again, once, twice, and I tried to bit back any sound that wanted to escape me. I failed. Nyshard's smirk widened as he caught it and slowly, he moved further, higher.

When he reached the seam of the shirt, he didn't lift it any further, instead he moved, his lips met mine and he murmured against my lips "I really like this... close observation."
"You like me in your bed?", I murmured, feeling bolder.

His eyes flashed, and he slowly nodded "In my bed, yes. In my chambers, always, in my life – definitely."
Blinking, I searched for words. This... was how he wanted me. In... both ways.

So to say.

His lips brushed from the corner of my mouth along my jaw to my neck, he kissed the spot behind my ear, and I reached for his arms to hold on to, as he nibbled at my skin, sending shivers though me. His hand ran along my thigh and slowly, he lifted the seam of my shirt, watching me from the side. I drew in a deep breath.

Then, another one.

Slowly, he settled his weigh to my side, his hand now flat on my stomach, but not moving any further. "Roll your back to me", he softly said.

His hand still didn't move, as I laid my back to him, immediately feeling his press against my ass.

And still, his hand lay flat on my stomach.

And a part of me, a huge part of me wanted him to touch me. Further.

So, my hand moved on top of his, and slowly, I led it upwards towards my breasts.

"You're going to me the death of me", he groaned as his thumb slowly brushed along the underside of my left breast. I sucked in a breath of air, turned by face to glance at him over the shoulder and whispered "Why?"

His hand on my breast was warm and big, and as his fingers ghosted over my skin, I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the heat that rushed through me.

Slowly, he ground his hips against my backside "You have no idea how many nights I'd lain in bed besides of you and thought about touching you, about feeling you, but always telling myself that I couldn't cross that line. And despite telling myself that it was wrong to want you, to feel this for you, I was so damn glad for every time I got to be that near to you. That you allowed me to me so nearby. That trust Adriyele. It's worth so much to me."
His hand slowly cupped my left breast, and I knew he could feel my heartbeat quicken. If he'd not already heard it.

"I just always hoped I'd earned that trust rightfully. Not... because I was the only one you were able to turn to. The only one who shares the Whisper..."