WARHAVEN II

Nineteen

Davina

His jaw clicked once and his fists clenched on the stone window sill as he listened to my pleas, eyes locked on my fertile body. His skin seemed to shake and ripple in his restraint.

I could see his hard member threatening to burst through his wet, low hanging pants and the sight made me shudder.

It took everything in me to deny the urge to kneel before him. To taste him and make him writhe in pleasure and euphoria. But I knew that was not my place. I was more woman than ever before and I knew to wait for him to come to me. To seek me out and approach.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, "You've made it clear you do not. You've denied me time and time again. Even in passing, you ignore my gaze. At breakfast you brush me off. You denied my invitation to accompany me. Now you sit here and summon me in your misery." He scoffed, hurt, "I am not obligated to comply."

I sucked in a breath, "I'm sorry...I wanted to..." Tears pricked my eyes and that was all I could get out. I wanted to tell him everything as he was the only person I felt safe enough with, but my urgent desire overwhelmed my true feelings. "Please, the fire." I cried.

He moved on me with a swiftness, standing above me and gently gripping my ankles. He pulled me to him quickly, softly.

My core lay exposed before him, nearly meeting his covered crotch. He placed his hands on either side of my head. My heart pounded erratically in response to our vulnerable position. My small frame safely trapped beneath his large one. My core throbbed and ached for him, the desire was nearly paralyzing.

Our breath mixed and mingled as he sat a few mere inches from my face, his plump lips so in reach.

"You mean to tell me, you wanted to accompany me, truly?" He asked whispering tenderly, the vulnerable tone of his words, the emotional match to my compromising position. The hope in his words crushed me.

"Yes." Was all I could manage.

His eyes fell shut and he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to mine. He inhaled deeply, savoring my scent. "My Davina."

Tears pricked my eyes, the flames subsiding as his skin met mine. A chaos of stars bloomed, soothing my aching nerves.

A feverish need took over both of us as our lips met. As we rushed to get closer, devouring each other. I never knew a kiss so gentle...yet so forcefully executed. He was assertive, taking control and I reveled it in.

We sat there lost in each other, trying, clawing, to get closer. He snaked his hand around my back and I arched into his chest, my nipple grazing his sculpted torso and I moaned into the kiss.

He pulled back hesitantly, "We shouldn't..." He said, panting in his need.

I looked at him, eyes wild, "Why?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"We aren't in an appropriate place....I-" He shook his head, the internal turmoil ripping him apart. Fire shot through me and I groaned in pain. "My Creator," He moaned, inhaling me.

He gripped the sheets on either side of my head.  

Being in heat is so difficult for me. Every moment I am reminded of the dirty dungeon floor. I remember how humiliating it was to be naked and in need in front of all the prisoners and guards. The shame I felt...

I covered my breasts and closed my eyes, "Okay." He didn't move off of me, just sat there hovering, keeping me trapped and safe. I opened my eyes once more and the sight broke me.

Tears filled his eyes, his face littered with pain and confusion, "What is it?" I asked gently, reaching a hand up and caressing his strong face, he leaned into it, nuzzling my hand.

He inhaled deeply and released it slowly, "I...I'm scared." He whispered. I knew he was being truthful because the fear and nerves bundled up in his eyes and shone brightly down at me.

"Of what?" I whispered back, nerves gathering in my stomach.

He stared into my eyes in his brief silence, working up the courage to tell me the truth, "I am fearful if we do this, I will end up heartbroken all over again..." He admitted, eyes falling shut and pain covering his features. He looked so guilty. His words cracked me in two, pulling a soft gasp from me.

"Roman, I will do my very best not to hurt you ever again, I swear my life on it. I know there is much you do not know about what happened, but please, from the bottom of my soul, please know that I was devastated when Augustus would not let me. I contemplated running but he saw that and wouldn't let me. I would have left him if I could've. I wanted to, I swear it." Tears slid down my cheeks as I had never spoke truer words.

He kissed me feverishly, releasing something within himself, his instincts taking over. He pulled me off the mattress, closer than ever and flipped us. I sat at the base of his stomach, staring down at the most beautiful creature to ever exist.

Our tears mixed as I bent down, planting small kisses to his soft lips. He felt every inch of my skin, slowly and meticulously, the friction of his rough hands sending stars across my goosebumped skin.

He gripped my ass hard, smacking it and groaning at what he held in his hands. He gripped me tight, spreading my ass wide, my nipples grazing his chest. I moaned loudly as I felt hot liquid seeping from my spread sex.

"Fuck me." I said darkly, directly. He looked shocked at my profanity, at my bluntness, but smirked quickly.

"I think I'd prefer if you fucked me first." He said, grinning widely and releasing me, resting the back of his head on his hands. The action defined his large biceps and I would've felt him up if I wasn't so stunned by his dirty mouth.

He chuckled darkly at my stunned expression. His eyes swirled, hot and thick as they observed my parted lips. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, coming face to face with me.

He kissed me, wet and hot, his tongue exploring me and pulled back ever so slightly, whispering the dirtiest words I had ever heard, into my mouth softly, "I suggest you get to it, doll, as gaping holes tend to be filled rather quickly."

He licked my bottom lip once, and I nearly came at the erotic being that he had become.