The Tali

Chapter 13 - Pinky Promises And Naughty Actions

It had been three weeks since I unlocked my abilities and since that night in my bedroom which makes the Cyan Moon two weeks away. I'm now back in my apartment - Zeke had the placed fixed up. Yay! That also means that Zeke thinks I'm capable of defending myself. Andrian has also been to visit several times, which makes me wonder how he hasn't been caught. His frequency of visits has only been increasing, as it's getting harder and harder to stay away from each other. 

I rolled over and faced the black mop of hair asleep on the pillow next to me and smiled. He slept so peacefully, and he always looked so relaxed. I reached out and brushed his hair out of his face gently so I wouldn't wake him up. "Good morning beautiful." I flinched away. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He smiled and pulled me closer to him and laid his head on my chest. "You could wake me up every half hour for the rest of your life, and I would be happy to wake up to your beautiful face." I could have sworn that if I were ice, I'd be a puddle right now. He hummed happily. "I like listening to your heart flutter. It's not often I get to listen to a human heart." I frowned, what's he going to say when I tell him? Even then, what about when I finally do turn? He lifted his head and looked up at me. "What's wrong?" I feigned a smile. "Nothing, lovey." He frowned. "I can tell something is wrong."

 "I promise it's nothing serious." I gave him a quick kiss then rolled onto my side facing him. "Does it bother you that I'm going to outlive you?" He mumbled quietly. "No." And it's the truth because my life won't be as short as he thinks. And that's the problem. "Promise me." I smiled happy that I wouldn't be lying. "I pinky promise and stamp it." I held out my pinky finger, and he chuckled wrapping his around mine and shaking it, while 'stamping' his thumb against mine. "You know, I remember when the pinky swear first became common. I was almost a hundred, and back then it really meant that if you broke it, you'd lose your pinky." I snorted with laughter. 

"You're such an old man." I giggled as he crawled on top of me and pinned my wrists above my head. "Say that to my face." He leaned in closer. "I pinky promise that you're an old man." He smiled and kissed me softly. "Pinky promise that it doesn't bother you?" I smiled and kissed him - harder this time. "I pinky promise." He let go of my wrists and rolled over pulling me on top of him. "Andri," I whispered. "Yes, my rose?" I leaned down and brushed my lips against his before kissing his cheek. "Stay with me today and again tonight?" He sighed. "I can't. They're getting suspicious that I'm not dedicated to the family." 

I kissed his jaw and then his neck. "Pretty please?" He groaned softly. "I want to. But I can't." I whimpered as I kissed his collarbone. "With lots and lots of cherries on top?" He grunted, and his grip on my hips tightened. "Please don't beg like that you know I can't resist for long." I bit his neck and ground my hips against his growing erection, and it was like a switch flipped. I think he finally got the gist of why I wanted him to stay. I was ready. And I wanted him. I wanted us to be together. He flipped me onto the bed and laid between my legs. "Are you serious?" I looked up at him and nodded. "I'm ready." 

His mouth crashed against mine hot and heavy, and his hands wandered up under the t-shirt I was wearing. His hands skimmed against my swollen breasts and I became putty in his hands. I'd wanted this for so long, longer than I wanted to admit. He broke our kiss and worked his way down my neck to my chest, and he tore my shirt off when he reached my collarbone. "Babe," I gasped. That was his favorite shirt. "I don't care, I like you more." He growled before sucking my hardened nub into his mouth. 

I had gotten used to the tingles that shot through me when we kissed and when we touched. But I don't ever think I'll get used to these. I moaned his name as he teased the other with his hand. I could die right here and have no regrets. Well, maybe one. 

When his lips met mine again, I reached for the waistband of his boxers trying to push them down. He ended up giving me a helping hand. He trailed his feather-light kisses down my chest and stomach to the insides of my thighs, and I shivered violently. "Fuck," I breathed. "Don't worry; I will." He smiled up at me with an intensity and desire in his eyes unlike anything I had seen, and then he ripped off the only piece of clothing separating us - my underwear. 

He kissed down the inside of each of my thighs agonizingly slow. I whimpered as he made it down one leg then started at the top of the other. "Andrian, please," I begged. When he made it down to my core and clamped down on my soaking wet sex, I could have died. In fact, I think I did a little. "Fuck!" It was all I could manage as he slid his tongue all around my sensitive little nub that was in hyperdrive. It was all I needed. All the sexual tension that had been building since the day I met him hit me like a brick. "I'm going to come," I gasped and panted as he took me right to the edge, and then he stopped. 

"W-what-" I lifted my head and looked at him and found him positioning himself. "Are you sure you're ready? That you want this? There's no going back." I reached up and gripped him by the neck. "Yes, now please God finish what you started." I kissed him hard as he shoved inside me, moaning against his mouth. He groaned his response and picked up a gentle rhythm. It wasn't enough. "I'm not a virgin so don't treat me like one." 

"Yes, ma'am." He picked up speed. Pounding into me like it was the only thing he was made for and dear God; I think he was. He buried his face in my neck thrusting into me so hard my headboard was slamming against the wall. "Holyfuckingshit," I panted against his ear, squeezing my eyes shut. 

I was on fire. I had never felt anything this good in all 23 years of my life, and I'm sure it was the same for him. I could feel our bond strengthening with each stroke. I could feel myself climbing up that mountain ready to throw myself off the edge. I was on fire, and I never wanted it put out. 

I dug my nails into his sweaty back and wrapped my legs around his hips as I hit my climax. He followed shortly after and then collapsed next to me panting. I rolled over and laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. I counted 30 beats per minute. A human would probably be brain dead from lack of blood flow, but I'm willing to bet that it's equal to a human heart beating 90 to 100 beats a minute. 

I looked up at him, and he smiled. "I love you, Lailah." I was shocked. I mean I expected it eventually but not four weeks in. But then again, we were soulmates, fated to be together. "You don't have to say it-" I cut him off. "I love you too, Andrian." He smiled and kissed me hard, and it led to a day of not getting out of bed.