Chapter 162: Dance of passion
~ Alexis' POV~
The night was quiet. The wind outside blew softly against my window, like it was telling secrets I couldn't understand. I stood in front of my mirror, brushing my long blue hair. My fingers slowed as I thought about him again.
The man with silver hair and red eyes. I didn't know his name. I didn't know where he came from. I didn't even know if he was real. But he always came to me in my dreams.
And every time he came, he touched me like he knew every part of me. Like I belonged to him.
At first, I thought it was just a dream, something my mind made up. But it never stopped. Every night, I closed my eyes, and there he was, waiting for me.
I shook my head and put the brush down. I got into bed, pulling the sheets up to my chest. I closed my eyes and whispered, "Just a dream," even though my heart beat fast and my skin felt warm.
Sleep came quickly.
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He stood at the edge of my bed, tall and strong. His silver hair fell to his waist, shining in the moonlight. His eyes, deep and burning red, looked straight into me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
He wore only a strange robe that looked like liquid mercury. It clung to his body like water, showing more than it concealed. His chest was bare, wide and sculpted, his muscles contrasting as he moved closer with predatory grace.
"You're here again," I whispered, pressing my pillow to my face, trying to stop the heat spreading through me like wildfire.
"Did you miss me, my lovely one?" he asked, his voice like warm honey.
I turned away, shaking my head even as my body betrayed me with its eager response. "Why would I miss you? I don't even know you."
"But I know you," he said softly, stepping closer until I could feel him running his hand down my arms making me to shiver. "I've known you since the day you saved me. I come to you everyday to repay that debt."
"What do you mean?" I whispered, pushing away from him.
"I will come for you," he said, his hand now brushing my leg with a touch so light it might have been a feather, yet it sent electric currents through my entire being. "And I will take responsibility for what we did that night."
I turned my face again, not daring to look at him. I knew if I did, I would lose myself completely. Like the other nights. Like always.
"Tell me your name," I asked, hoping he would finally reveal this one piece of himself.
But he didn't. Instead, he let the robe fall from his body. And he climbed onto the bed. Naked.
My eyes followed him. His skin was perfect, glowing even. His body was magnificent, all wide shoulders, thick arms, and a hard chest that tapered down to a narrow waist.
My eyes moved further lower still, he was impressively big, making my breath catch as he pulled me close with gentle but firm hands.
"I'll tell you when the time is right, little warrior," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "But for now, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good. I would drink from you and take you to heaven, but my powers won't let me, today."
His lips touched my neck softly . I gasped as his tongue flicked against my pulse point, sending shivers through my entire body. His hands moved everywhere, mapping my waist, my thighs, slipping under my nightdress with practiced ease. I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to.
He kissed down my chest with worshipful attention, pulling my nightdress off as if they were nothing. My body melted under his touch, every part coming alive under his touch.
"Say my name," I begged, my voice shaking with desperate need.
He only smiled, that mysterious expression that drove me to madness, and positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wide with gentle insistence.
His fingers found my most sensitive places, sliding into my wetness with ease. First one finger, then two, stretching me carefully while his thumb circled that bundle of nerves that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"You're already so wet," he murmured against my skin, his voice heavy with desire and satisfaction. "You always are for me."
His mouth found my breast, tongue teasing my nipple to a hard peak while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm until I trembled continuously as he wouldn't stop.
And then, when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly, carefully, entered me.
The sensation was indescribable. He filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way as he pushed deeper with each careful thrust.
I cried out, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer as if I could merge our very souls. His hips moved with deliberate slowness at first, building the fire inside me degree by degree, each movement pushing me higher toward that level of pleasure I had experienced earlier.
He groaned into my neck, the sound vibrating through both our bodies as we moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself. His pace gradually increased, becoming more urgent, more demanding, until we were both lost in the ancient dance of passion.
"Let go, little warrior," he whispered against my ear, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Come for me."
The command, spoken with such authority and need, shattered the last of my resistance. My body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami. I screamed his name, or at least the name I wished I knew, as my world exploded into fragments of pure sensation.
He followed moments later, his body tensing above me as he found his own release, groaning something that sounded like my name before claiming my lips in a kiss that tasted of forever and goodbye.
When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat, my entire body trembling with aftershocks. My legs shook as I stumbled to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief.
There were red marks on my neck. Bite marks. My breasts bore soft purple spots from his mouth, and my thighs ached with a pleasant soreness that spoke of recent passion.
Then the memories rushed back like a dam bursting. The first time I saw him. Fighting some masked men in the forest.
That night I had saved him, he was wounded and bleeding. I had touched him, healed him with my powers. And then, in a moment of pure instinct, I had foolishly kissed him.
But I still didn't know who he was.
I touched my lips, still swollen from our dream encounter. "Who are you?" I whispered to my reflection.
Then I heard a knock at my door, loud and insistent.
"Alexis?" a voice called. "Are you okay?"
I turned quickly, my heart racing in fear.
"Who's there?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
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