The Earth's Last Witch

(4) Me liandré

The wind was howling by the time Knight had climbed into bed. And he knew that even if the wind wasn't pounding on his windows, he still wouldn't have been able to sleep. For his mind was on that breath-taking witch who had haunted his dreams since he was a child.

He had already blown out the candles on his bedside table, but the fire in the hearth lit his chambers up with a warm glow. The flames were as gold as Eve's eyes, Eve's hair. He groaned. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? He was five hundred and ninety nine years old, but this witch made him feel like a teenager again.

His door opened with a silent whisper. Almost impossible with its weight and height. Invisible hands kept him from looking at the intruder, but he had an idea of who it was. A warm body straddled his hips, their scent surrounding him like a warm blanket.

"You're still awake me liandré." Her voice was a husky sound in the rooms silence.

"I couldn't sleep with the wind making all that noise." Liar. His mind taunted.

"Cumbano." She chuckled. [Liar]

The invisible hands released him and Knight sat up, leaning against the headboard.

"Slombré, hym mombuno." Her eyes stared into his, heating him up. "Perhaps I should tell it to let you get some rest?" [Sorry, lover boy]

She made a move to leave, but he gripped her hips in his hands.

"It doesn't bother me anymore." He whispered as he focused his attention on his hands on her hips. She was wearing a light blue, silk nightgown with slits down her legs. "What language were you speaking?"

"The language of the gods, me liandré." Her hands slipped into Knights long black hair. "They taught it to the witches so we could deliver their messages to their children."

"What does that mean, Me liandré?" A shiver raced up her spine.

"You'll learn soon enough." She whispered against his ear as she nipped it. Pulling away from him she gazed into his dark blue eyes. "Piato." [Beautiful]

Rolling them over, Knight pinned Eve beneath him. "What are you saying?"

Mirth shined in her eyes. "I said you are beautiful."

"Me liandré doesn't mean beautiful."

"No, but Piato does." She, surprisingly, rolled them over and straddled his hips once more. "It's been so long since I've seen a man like you."

He didn't know whether to be offended or delighted.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I haven't seen a man of so much beauty and strength in a long time. A man I wanted all to myself. A man I wanted to bed and then allow to bed me." She ran her hands up and down his bare chest.

Knight could feel the wetness of her arousal pressed against his girth. He had managed to arouse a woman as beautiful as Eve. He didn't undermine his good looks- they had won him more than one woman over the years- but this woman above him could get anyone she wanted. But he didn't think he could watch her walk into another man's arms. So he did what his body wanted him to do, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her.

She let him control the kiss. Which started off slow and searching, and was now demanding and passionate. She let his hand run up her thigh, allowed him to grab her ass cheek in his left hand. She herself let her hands wonder up his chest and behind his head where she tugged on his long locks. She hadn't felt this wanton in a millennia and even then she didn't think it was as strong as this need.