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Asi and Alaz- The Caravan

The night was warm, the sky dark and clear, scattered with stars that seemed to shine just a bit brighter around the caravan. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, but Asi barely noticed. Her mind was still reeling, her heart pounding from the moment that had just unfolded outside Alaz's caravan—the moment she'd said "yes."

The tiny diamond glinted on her finger, but it was nothing compared to the way Alaz's eyes were glowing as he looked at her, his smile wide and utterly shameless. She had kissed him as soon as the word left her lips, her hands cupping his face, pulling him down to meet her lips. It was a kiss that was more than just an answer; it was a promise, a claim, and a bit of a tease, too—just like her.

Now, as they stood there, breathless and grinning like fools, they couldn't seem to stop. Asi's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, while Alaz's hands roamed over her back, gripping her as though he never wanted to let go. They stumbled backward, their lips never parting, crashing into the side of the caravan with a soft thud. Alaz chuckled against her mouth, the sound low and throaty, making Asi shiver.

"Can't wait to get me inside, can you?" she teased, her lips brushing against his, tauntingly close.

He nipped at her lower lip, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her flush against him. "I could take you right here," he murmured, his voice rough with want, "but I'd rather not have an audience of woodland creatures."

Asi laughed, the sound mingling with a gasp as his lips found her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. "You're such a gentleman, Alaz," she said, breathless and teasing, her hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin.

"Mm, not tonight," he replied, lifting her slightly, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. "Tonight, I'm just yours."

They stumbled through the caravan door, lips never breaking apart, hands feverishly pulling at each other's clothes. Asi's fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finally ripping it open, buttons scattering across the tiny space. Alaz laughed, the sound deep and raw, and then his mouth was on hers again, hungry and demanding.

The caravan was small, but it didn't matter. They bumped against the narrow walls, Alaz's hands roaming, exploring, while Asi tugged his shirt off his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin. He hissed, but it only made him kiss her harder, his tongue teasing hers, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.

As they reached the tiny bed, Alaz's hands slid down to her waist, lifting her up and laying her down on the mattress. He hovered over her, his lips trailing down her throat, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt, pushing it up, up, until it was off and discarded somewhere on the floor. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her, dark and intense.

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice rough, almost reverent, before he dipped his head down, kissing a path down her collarbone, to the curve of her breast.

Asi's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, her back arching slightly as he kissed her. "You can stare all you want later," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "right now, I want you."

Her words seemed to spark something in him. Alaz's lips crashed back to hers, and this time, his hands were more insistent, sliding down to the waistband of her pants, pulling them down in one swift motion. Asi gasped, half in surprise, half in anticipation, as his hands explored her bare skin, fingers tracing patterns that left her skin tingling.

She hooked her legs around him, pulling him down, and rolled them over, switching their positions. Now she was on top, straddling him, her hair falling around her face in dark, wild curls. Alaz's eyes darkened, his hands gripping her hips as she leaned down, her lips hovering over his, just barely touching.

"Did you really think you were going to be in control all night?" she whispered, her voice a mix of tease and challenge.

Alaz smirked, his hands sliding up her sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. "I'm happy to share," he said, his voice thick with desire. "As long as you keep kissing me like that."

Asi grinned, her lips brushing against his before she kissed him, slow and deep, her hands exploring his chest, his abs, her nails leaving light trails on his skin. She could feel him shudder beneath her, his grip tightening, but he didn't push her. He just watched, his eyes hooded, lips slightly parted, as if mesmerized by the sight of her.

Asi's hands moved lower, teasing at the waistband of his pants, and she felt him tense, his breath hitching. "You look so good like this," she said, her voice barely a whisper, her lips grazing his ear. "Like you're about to come undone."

Alaz's eyes flashed, and in one swift move, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her down so their bodies were pressed together, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was hot and desperate, as if he couldn't get enough. "Then make me," he growled against her lips, his hands slipping down to grab her hips, guiding her against him.

She kissed him again, deep and demanding, her hands braced against the bed frame for balance as she moved against him, the rhythm slow at first, teasing, just to hear him groan in frustration. But soon, the teasing melted away, replaced by raw, fiery need that left them both breathless.

They moved together, the tiny bed creaking beneath them, the caravan rocking slightly. Alaz's hands never stopped moving, tracing her curves, holding her close, as if he was afraid she might disappear. Asi's head fell back, her hair tumbling down her back, her lips parted as soft, breathless sounds escaped her. She had always loved to tease him, to make him chase her, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in him.

"Alaz," she whispered, her voice breaking, and he responded by lifting his hips, pushing against her, his hands guiding her movements, making her gasp.

"Yes, Asi," he murmured, his voice strained, filled with barely contained restraint. "I'm right here."

She moved faster, chasing the heat, the friction, until it was almost too much, and she could feel him tensing beneath her, his breathing ragged. But he didn't let go, not yet, his eyes locked on hers, as if he wanted to see every moment, every shiver, every gasp.

"Don't stop," he said, his voice a rough whisper, and she didn't. She didn't want to, not when it felt like this, so perfect and wild, like she was on the edge of something she never wanted to end.

But it did, and when it did, it felt like falling, like a wave crashing over her, and she heard him call her name, her real name, as his hands clutched her tighter, and for a moment, there was nothing but heat and breath and the wild beating of her heart.

When the wave finally ebbed, she collapsed against him, her head resting on his chest, both of them breathing hard, their bodies tangled together. Alaz's fingers traced lazy circles on her back, his lips brushing her temple, and Asi couldn't help but smile, her heart still fluttering.

"I love you," he whispered, and she felt it, as real and undeniable as the ring on her finger.

"I know," she said, lifting her head to kiss him softly, a gentle contrast to the fiery kisses they'd shared moments before. "And I'm yours. Always."