Before the Battle

Family Name 3/17

Right from the first seconds I understood why he was so reluctant to touch me. Only a few times did I manage to get him to lose control completely,  break Shira's iron will and breach the walls of his military training.

But even in his most passionate moments, I never saw him like this.

His determination was gone, his discipline was gone, his perfect self-control was gone. And that was long before Shira's arms gripped me tightly and our mouths pressed together fiercely.

Aside from Maya's nagging words, the long time that had passed since our last physical contact was certainly to blame, and we both missed each other's closeness painfully.

"You're driving me crazy, Taira," he whispered between kisses he showered my neck with while his hands frantically pulled off my clothes.

He pushed me back against the nearest wall and I stuck one foot into the cupboard where he had placed his sword earlier. The weapon fell to the floor with a thud. For just a split second, Shira's gaze lingered on the katana lying on the floor before his full attention turned back to me.

I expected him to pick up the sword, it was the most valuable thing he owned, but he let it be. Not even his beloved katana could separate him from me now.

My shirt was already lying on the ground, and I could feel those hot lips marking every spot on my naked chest.

I also tried to get my fingers under the fabric of his clothes to touch him, but he wouldn't let me. He gripped my wrists tightly and pinned them above my head.

"Leave it to me," he commanded, his breath quickening and his eyes glistening with desire.

Though my fingers tingled with how much I wanted to run them over Shira's bare skin, I obeyed. I let him lead, let him do all the work.

He gripped my wrists almost to the point of pain, his aroused body pressed against mine, his lips kissing me passionately. Sparks of excitement ran through my entire being, I felt an electric jolt from Shira's every touch, even the slightest.

It was amazing. Unimaginably beautiful.

His left hand was still holding both my wrists, but the other went lower and unmistakably found the right place. When his fingers went under the fabric of my jeans and touched me exactly where I needed it the most, I couldn't keep quiet anymore and a moan escaped my lips.

I tried to free my hands so I could touch him the way he was touching me, but he wouldn't let me.

"Shira, this isn't enough," I whispered breathlessly between kisses, "I want you to... I need you to...

"Be quiet," he interrupted my urging, "can't you see what you're doing to me?"

"I want you."

"Don't you get it?" he argued, his mouth running furiously over every exposed bit of skin he could reach. "I really can't control myself, not now. I can't be patient, careful... I'll hurt you."

"You would never hurt me."

I didn't believe he could possibly hurt me in any way. But it was true that he was always very careful, strange as that seemed to me.

I supposed that was why he was scared. He knew he couldn't do it this time. But I didn't care. I wanted him. So much that it was becoming unbearable.

With a sharp jerk, I released my hands from his grasp, my fingers digging into his hair and pulling him to me.

And I kissed him. 

Wildly, uncompromisingly. I put all my passion into that kiss, all the past days and nights I'd had to spend without him because of my duties.