Chapter Thirty

He commenced with a dance of teasing, a subtle game that unfolded throughout the day as we ventured away from his sanctuary nestled on the mountainside. The decision to cross the threshold into physical intimacy was intertwined with my readiness to embark on a new phase of training under his watchful gaze. The concoction of endorphins and restraint heightened every sensation, casting a spell that bound us closer.

He was as much of a strict teacher as a trainer, taking me on demanding runs that stretched across six or seven miles of field and elevation. There was an ethereal quality to the landscape, high above the clouds—a realm of euphoria where we pushed our limits.

His initial touch was fleeting, an unexpected act during breakfast that elevated the anticipation that had been simmering between us. My legs were gently parted, the forbidden exposed to his discerning gaze. "You forgot your panties, princess," his words were laced with playful mischief, to which I offered a retort with a hint of provocation, "I assumed they were forbidden."

His growl in response vibrated through me as he pressed a warm, lingering kiss just above my clit. My yearning was vocalized in a whine, a plea for more, but his answer was a command that resonated within me like a brand, "Earn it."

The second touch etched itself into my memory during one of our distance runs. Out of nowhere, he pounced an instinctual reaction that had my body reacting as if under attack. The helmet that had concealed his features vanished, and his lips met mine through the barrier of his black glamor. The damp grass beneath us hardly registered as he peeled away my sweatshirt, his hands mercilessly exploring the contours of my breasts through the barrier of my sports bra. As arousal pooled within me, he withdrew abruptly, rising to his feet and resuming our run.

A week of these tantalizing trials had passed, a week of my pursuit ending in thwarted attempts. But today held a different promise.

Entering the kitchen, clad in snug training attire, I disregarded the breakfast he had prepared. Instead, I reached around him to set his espresso machine into motion.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His query about my destination received no response, stoking the flames of his evident annoyance.

I took it upon myself to train today. And by training, I meant finally seizing what I wanted to do through my time here and entering the city. Down, down, down. It seemed ten thousand steps led to the edge of the palace, then another ten thousand to make it into the city’s center, but it was worth it.

Spaceships, numerous as the stars and gilded as the heavens, soared overheard me in beautiful patterns. Spices, music, flowers, every nook and crevice was filled with life and culture. I spent the whole day wandering around, and the entirety of the sunset to climb back to his house.

He was waiting for me in his study, his legs slightly extended, only armor his visor.

“Where were you?” He asked me, but there was a playful undertone.

“Out,” I answered.

As I moved to the shower, he stood and captured my jaw. Even seven years later, he was a towering foot and a half taller than me. His touch had a presence that could envelop my entire face if I allowed it.

"Your allure has acquired an artistry," he commended, his thumb tracing my lips, evoking sensations that simmered between audacity and submission. "You've cultivated the habit of entering rooms without acknowledging my presence."

"And are you impressed?" I countered, feeling the trajectory of his thumb as it ventured from my mouth to my cheek. His restraint was evident, revealing only a fraction of the power he possessed.

"Oh, thoroughly impressed, my sweet girl," his praise was accompanied by the soft graze of his helmet against my ear, a gesture that held its enigmatic message. "But, you'll need to strive harder."

"Harder?" I dared, arching an eyebrow as my curiosity merged with a tinge of defiance. "Is that your desire, Kaimari? To mold me into an obedient girl, to have me fall to my knees and say ‘yes master’ to your every command?”

The helmet withdrew.

"No," I answered on his behalf, stepping away with a deliberate slowness that drew my fingers across his chest as I moved down the corridor. My eyelashes flitted up, I knew I had him captured. “No, Kaden. What you want is for me, in every sense of the word, to fear you, and for you to hunt me, claim me, and place bruises on my throat.”

His approach resumed, his gentleness as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear a stark contrast to the raw desire that pressed against the fabric of his pants.

“You,” I said slowly, a fraction of distance created once more, a challenge left in my wake for him to pursue. "Desire nothing more than to take me without consent.”

The silence that followed was a testament to my victory, his tension a palpable affirmation of the truth in my words. We both recognized the verity of my assessment. Leaving what I could only assume was a stunned Kaimari in my wake, I continued on my path, bound for my bedroom.
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Kaden emerged from the shroud of twilight, his approach a dance of silence and shadows. Darkness draped the landscape, and as minutes stretched into eternity, the weight of anticipation settled heavily. It was a realm where tension reigned supreme, a kingdom ruled by the enigmatic contours of his presence.

The shower was a cascade of sound now, a veil that concealed his approach. Standing there, fully clothed, I regarded my reflection in the mirror. The casual lift of my arm liberated my hair from its confines, a cascade of obsidian waves tumbling free. Even trained as one of the world's finest assassins, the soundless arrival of Kaden was a reminder of his otherworldly abilities. Not a whisper, not a heartbeat, heralded his presence.

As I stood before the shower, the glass door ajar, I was poised to shed my spandex shorts and sports bra. And then, he was there. A force behind me, an indomitable grip capturing both my wrists and propelling me into the shower. My hands were prisoners above, ensnared in a hold that seemed unbreakable—his strength unleashed in full measure.

Like ink spilled across a canvas, Kaden was an intricate masterpiece of shadows and secrets. His presence was a force of nature, a wildfire that burned with an intensity that few could match.

There were no words, no directives. My hands pressed against the onyx marble, a submissive offering to his silent command. His aura was a gravitational pull, drawing me into a gaze that transcended mere sight. I obediently kept my hands against the onyx marble of the elegant shower, raised above my head. The shower drenched me, water cascading and soaking my attire. And then, with swift brutality, he descended to his knees behind me and tore my spandex shorts apart with primal determination.

My gasp was a symphony of surprise and anticipation as his hands encircled my thighs, spreading me open to his relentless exploration. Silence still reigned, no words passed between us, but his intentions were unmistakable. His mouth met my wetness with a fervor that obliterated reason. A deluge of sensation cascaded through me as his tongue, a masterful artist, painted me with intricate strokes of pleasure.

If I could speak, if I could breathe, I would have praised him, perhaps even begged him for more. His tongue was expert, swirling around me in quick, fast motions. Never before had a man touched me like this, know how to do these movements.

“I’m gonna–” Before I could find release, he halted, a cruel twist that cut off my impending climax. His grip on my wrists remained unyielding, guiding my body to pivot and face him. Steam cloaked him, the black glamor obscuring his features in a mask reminiscent of a dark deity. We were utterly indecent, but did not care, about anything, anyone, but me.

With an insatiable hunger, he raised the pink sports bra, revealing my pinkened, peaking nipples to his ravenous gaze. The swift slap across my sensitive flesh ignited a duel between pleasure and pain, an electrifying fusion that sent shockwaves through my being. Terrifying and exhilarating, his presence was a maelstrom of emotions, a birth of a supernova where destruction and breathtaking beauty coalesced in a single being—Kaden.

His thumb danced leisurely across my left nipple, then the right, tracing slow circles that summoned electric sparks of pleasure. The marks of his passion painted a tapestry of sensation, a journey from my neck, to the lush fullness of my breasts, and downwards to my abdomen. His hands captured my waist, lifting me with an effortless grace that defied my weight. The remnants of my spandex fell apart under the relentless force of one hand, his other still encased around my throat.

Breath, it seemed, would be a gift dispensed at his pleasure alone. As well as my orgasms.

The dampness between my thighs did not elude his notice, and his skilled fingers slid inside me, tasting my essence just inches from my parted lips. There was no need for words, no call for instruction. He claimed me, claimed us both, in a fervent symphony of desire that brooked no resistance.

The brush of his fingertips traced the sinuous curve of my hip, mapping the contours of my body. Fingers slid into my mouth, pivoting me with a precision that bespoke his mastery. A triumphant cry erupted as his unrelenting, fierce strokes ignited a maelstrom of pleasure within me. His size, his dominance, ignited a conflagration that consumed my senses, his every movement a proclamation of power that sent me spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy.

Punishing, magnificent, vengeful strokes filled me. His length, his size, was unlike any man I had ever known, but the dominance, how he asked no permission, not from me, the rules of seduction, nor the gods, is what made me cum.

As abruptly as it had ignited, the tempest ceased.

He withdrew and meted out a stinging slap upon my skin, my senses ablaze with intensity. A fistful of my hair became his instrument, tilting my head to the mercy of the stars above. His voice resonated through the cosmos, a symphony of darkness and desire. "Bad girl," he growled, a command that was answered by a spank to my clit.

The collision of sensations left me reeling, my exclamations punctuating the rhythm of our transgressions. Yet, without pause, he moved once more. Effortlessly lifting me and slinging me over his shoulder, essentially throwing my wet form on the bed. His hands soon enveloped his arousal, a testament to the desire that seethed between us.

Upon the bed, I lay supine, my body bared to his inspection. But with a wordless decree, he grasped my waist and turned me over, exposing the canvas of my backside to his unyielding gaze.

“My beautiful, sun-kissed girl,” he said to me and then he was upon me. His skin was kissed by the night, a canvas of midnight hues that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. The sensation of his fingers lightly skimming down my legs raised goosebumps in their wake. His powerful legs encircled mine. His body was all-consuming, his abs pressing into my back in an intimidating spectacle. “K-kade, Kaden!”

His name, a plea and a demand, escaped my lips in a fervent whisper. His withdrawal sent a gasp through me, but before I could react, he enveloped me in a protective embrace, his hand pressed over my mouth.

He pulled out and allowed me to cum all over my bed, to shamefully show him just how deep my desire had grown for him. My cheeks burned at a temperature I had never known, heart pounded in a humiliating cadence.

As he entered me again, his muscular arms enveloped me in a protective embrace, a haven of safety. The torrent of sensations surged, the rhythm of his thrusts painting a portrait of unrestrained desire upon the canvas of our encounter.
"Good girl," his words were a velvet caress upon my senses as I accommodated him, yielding to his every demand with fervent obedience. "You take me so well."

The secure clasp of his hands around mine, a connection that could withstand any storm, was my only tether to reality. How unaffected he was, how he barely even seemed to be panting, sweating, only humiliated me further. How could he remain so untouched, as he dismantled my defenses with such exquisite precision? How could I barely breathe while he maintained such serene composure?

"Beloved," his voice, a growl of possessiveness, reverberated in my ear, an echo of the same endearment that had once drawn tears from me in the depths of a cave. "Beloved angel stuck to me," he intoned, each word carving itself into my heart.

"You are mine, Aurora," his utterances of pleasure intertwined with the room's atmosphere. "Declare it. Say you are mine."

He pivoted me, his helmeted visage filling my vision. I didn't need to see his eyes, to glimpse the contours of his face, to know the depths of my adoration for him. "I'm yours, I'm yours, Kaden," the mantra flowed from me as his thrusts gained intensity. "I only wish to be yours."

Kaden was a celestial embodiment, an enigma woven from shadows and the brilliance of distant stars. "I love you," his words were whispered in the rhythm of our union, a secret shared amidst the symphony of our desires.

With an abruptness that echoed the intensity of our connection, Kaden's final thrust pierced my defenses. I whimpered as he claimed me, surrendering to the hot surge of warmth that marked his climax within me. His essence mingled with mine in a silent pact of possession, a territory marked and claimed.

Lying entwined, we basked in the aftermath of our tempestuous collision. Our panting breaths, the only witnesses to the inferno that had consumed us, now slowed to a tender rhythm. His fingers traced the contours of my face, memorizing every detail with reverence.

“I love you too,” I whispered to his chest as I fell into the embrace of sleep. “I love you too much.”