𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄, 𝙞𝙢𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙘

Chapter eight

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I woke the next morning in a warm and safe embrace. Imhotep had his arms wrapped possessively around my middle and I could feel his smooth chest pressed up against my back. I felt his face buried into my neck and his slow breathing did nothing but relax me. I wanted to lay like it forever. I smiled, feeling a sense of true happiness, an emotion that I haven't felt for a long, long time. He suddenly shifted, but his arms stayed exactly where they were. "Good Morning, love." His velvety voice spoke to me. And now he was awake. "Morning, Imhotep." I murmured back through my grogginess. He let out a heartly chuckle, causing a vibration to my back. He then paused a bit before continuing. "I know and understand the things that you spoke about last night, but I have to tell you, I have to make sure that you know that I will not stop loving you, Eric. It is impossible for me not to." 

His words swirled about my mind and I knew for a fact that he was never going to let me go. He wanted me to stay with him for eternity. It will be like one of those marriage phrases, till death do we part. I sighed heavily. "I know." I whispered back, rubbing his arms. I felt him kiss my neck, soft and graceful. He did it again and again and again until it was not possible for me to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. I parted my lips ever so slightly, sighing at Imhotep's actions. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeated between kisses. I gulped, knowing that this was a dangerous game. The man that was deeply in love with me was definitely the most powerful being in the world, not to be messed about with. I then felt him bite my neck slightly, pain shocking through my body. I winced but nothing came out.

"Mine." He growled, before placing another kiss over the bite. Strangely it helped with the pain, it was as if it cured it. "Imhotep." I murmur his name, not sure if I wanted him to stop or to keep going. He hummed in response. "Just say when you want me to stop, love. I will at your command." He spoke loyal, but there was also a hint of mischief entangled with his speech which made me a little uncertain. "The...thing...i-is," I tried to say something but his seductive behaviour prevented me from doing so. "I...don't...know...if...I...w-want...you...to." I managed to get out after several breaths. I could feel his smirk burning through my mind. He growled again before quickly moving so his body was positioned on top of me. He placed his hands on either side of my waist, keeping me in one position. Imhotep crashed his lips into mine, barely leaving me any space to breathe. Surprising to myself, I didn't stop him.

I soon found my hands trailing his back, getting familiar with all the scars and bumps on his skin. I found my arms wrapped around his neck the most comfortable and it was easy to make sure that he kept his lips on mine. When I granted him full entry, his tongue explored my mouth like a cave that was ready to be mapped out, rock by rock, stone by stone. I couldn't help but moan into his mouth at the pleasure he was giving to me. God, this man made me feel so much. From anger to lust. And the list goes on. And I had only known him for a few days now. Crazy what the Gods had sent me. I chuckled internally before turning my full attention back to the man on top of me. Our legs were intertwined, casually rubbing against each other when I arched my back or shuffled to get into a better position.

My soul felt as if it were burning and overflowing with passion. I have never felt so alive. And something inside screamed and begged for more. I felt him tug at my skirt repeatedly, as if he wanted for me to take it off. I didn't think that I was ready to go that far yet. I stopped him by placing a hand on his and breaking from the kiss. Imhotep looked at me with worried eyes. "I'm so sorry. Too far?" I nodded, shakily. "Just a little." He looked away from a brief moment but he still had his hands on me. "Hey. It's ok. I'm ok. I'm just not ready yet. Please understand that." I bit my lips that were already swollen from his needy kisses.

He nodded. "Ok. I will, love." His tone was still saddening. I reached up and pecked his lips, earning a small smirk from him. "That's better." I giggled. Imhotep placed a small kiss upon my nose before rubbing his with mine. "You are the most beautiful man in the world. Trust me, I have felt that way for over 3000 years. I don't want anybody but you. You are my true happiness, Eric. You were and you still are." Imhotep spoke softly and quietly, making me shiver slightly. I melted inside, never actually knowing that I was this important to someone. I really had no idea.

I placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed it in small circles. "When I first met you, you were scary and terrifying," - he rolled his eyes - "but now I see the true you. You're just a man. A man who loves me unconditionally. And I can't just walk away from you, Imhotep. I can't. I will not allow it." His eyes lit up so much that I didn't think that it would be possible for my mouth to smile so wide. "Never leave me?" His voice was coy and loving. How could one say no. "Oh I'm not going anywhere, my priest." I prodded his chest lightly. "I'm stuck with you forever." He rolled his eyes but nevertheless, he laughed.

"Good. Because you are mine. No one else's. Mine. Mine only." Imhotep's voice dropped to a quiet growl. I must say I kind of like this with him. I smirked. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I see no one else." I don't know where my sudden confidence came from in that moment. I've always been shy and reserved but this man seems to bring out the wild and fun side of me. And I have just realised that teasing him amuses me. I'll have fun with that. I chuckle internally. He pouted, clearly sensing my teasing. I laugh. "It's ok. Really. You are the only one." I reassured him whilst running my hands up and down his toned arms and neck. He closed his eyes and sighed. I smiled, satisfied with his reaction.

I then smirked as an idea came to mind. I leaned up to plant a kiss upon his lips. My hands grasped the sides of his neck and I pushed him into me. Imhotep seemed quite taken back for a moment but he soon recovered and his hands explored my abdomen hungrily. I found his moment of weakness good because I had another idea. I spun him around so I was on top and he was underneath. He looked a little surprised at my sudden movement. I smirked and leaned down to trail sloppy kisses upon his jawline and up and down his neck. His quiet sighs that escaped his mouth were music to my ears and they just gave me confidence to continue.

My seduction clearly made him feel lustrous. He buckled his hips, eager for more. "Oh by the Gods." He whined in Egyptian. His eyes were closed so he didn't see my blushing face. I've never had power like this before and I really do like having it. He gasped when my hands went to his waistband. My fingers explored the spaces in between the skin that was exposed and the skin that was hidden. "I never thought that you would act like this." I teased him. He groaned. "Shut it." He growled. But he was soon silenced by my teasing fingers running up and down his naked torso. Imhotep groaned again. His lips parted and his back arched, his chest slamming against mine.

I laughed before snuggling into his chest. He soon sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist. His leaned into my ear. "Don't tease me, love. You'll regret it." I bit my lip to stop a smirk from forming. "I'm counting on it." I shot back, feeling mischievous. He growled in my ear earning me a sharp wash of lustrous feelings. "I'm supposed to be in control here. Not you. Me." Imhotep continued to challenge me. I sighed at his words. I let my fingers trail down his chest and stomach and back to his waistband. He groaned once again. "Good boy." I murmured into his ear.

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