The world around them melted away as the kiss grew more passionate, more desperate. It was as if all the anger and frustration of the past days had coalesced into this one moment, and she could feel it in the way he was holding her.
Elle's heart pounded faster, and the heat of his body against hers was wholesome. She wanted him, she wanted to set the pace, to be in control, but every kiss and caress disarmed her, triggering something that had been buried beneath layers of anger, resentment and repressed longing. She kissed him back, her arms around his neck, her lips teasing him, exploring him, and at the same time letting him get lost into that fire she had seen in his eyes, a fire that could consume him… consume them both. I want it, even if it's our end, I want his fire, she thought.
This man, this creature, vibrant and vigorous, was insane about her with every fiber of his being, and she reveled in it because she had never felt so important to anyone. Not even her father would do what this man had done for her, literally fought a nation to kidnap her, and then the bastard had dared to risk his life to steal her heart. This man… is mine alone.
"This…" He kissed her. "And this too…" He kissed her more, starving, devouring, his embrace holding her with enough strength to bend steel, there was no escaping, and at the same time he was so gentle and tender that she felt she was where she belonged, a place where no trouble and no harm would ever reach her. "Are all yours…"
"Mine…" she whispered. His hands slowly fell, going beneath her lower back, cupping the firm shapes of her round rear she was so proud of, and she didn't protest. She leaned into his desired with hers rivaling it, more than ready to walk with him until the very ending of this thing happening between them. She, the princess, the unreachable woman, was now like this, feeling these feelings, doing these doings, touching him as he was touching her, and she could only repeat in her mind that he was hers, hers alone.
When he broke the kiss, she was left panting and dizzy, her eyes searching his. "Why are you stopping?" She whispered.
"We need a change of scenery…" he muttered, rough with passion.
They blinked, back into the bridge of the Cassandra.
"I need to learn that skill," she said. "Portals aren't that fast."
"I'll teach you anything you want…" He kissed her more, and she let her fur fall off. It fell and pooled around her feet.
"You love your fur," he whispered.
"Mine…" She repeated.
"Ada is watching…" She reminded him weakly as he started to remove her dress.
" Give us privacy, Ada." He commanded.
"As you wish," the AI answered, obeyed. She would answer if they called.
Elle's fur was a symbol. The first time she had been almost completely naked, dressed in a see-through dress that stated her status as a trophy, and it was her wedding dress no less, but Lucian had given her the fur and had denied such status, saying he gave it to her so she doesn't feel cold. This helped her to maintain her dignity, to feel safer and not vulnerable anymore. And now, as they sat on it, naked, it was destined to become the altar of their passion…
"You... mine..." She whispered. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest.
"I am…" he responded.
He kissed her neck, and she shivered. Elle's breath hitched as his thumbs traced paths brushing against her skin exploring every her body with both adoration and possessiveness. She leaned into his touch, encouraging him not to be too reverent and afraid of her beauty like the others, who had tried but never even got to touch her, Lucian didn't hesitate, not a single second, he was going to touch and claim her until he was content.
He took his time, his eyes worshipping every inch of her, his caressing setting her on fire. And her hands weren't still, her nails were scratching his skin, leaving trails of red behind. He kissed her again, his beard making her giggle, making her smile, chuckle, shiver, making her want to hug him, to have him between her arms and deep into her hurting chest because he hurt, this feeling inside her chest was hurting her in the best way. The thought of him inside of her led her mind to a different path, though, and she blushed. He's… a bit too big, right? she recalled him coming out of the shower, naked, in all his glory. She swallowed. He is definitelyl...
The bridge passion, their bodies entwined as they fell onto the fur. The ship's turned into their nest.
When he took one her peaks into his mouth, she cried out, her back arching off the fur. He sucked and bit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke him, her hand shaking with desire. He groaned into her skin, his hips moving against her hand, urging her to go faster, to give him more. She pulled him from his hair towards herself and kissed him. He pinned her down onto the fur and devoured her, as she devoured him back.
He then settled between her pale beautiful legs that now knew well his touch and lips. He looked at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste like heaven," he murmured.
"Do it," She said, flushed, demanding. And he did it.
Her legs trembled as she felt him inside of her. She felt hot, burning, it hurt, but a delicious sort of hurt. He stilled for a moment, his eyes searching hers, and she could see the concern there. He was giving her a chance to tell him to stop, to back out, but she didn't want that. She wanted this, wanted him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, urging him to continue. He began to move, slow and gentle, strokes long and exploratory. Each one sent a shockwave through her, even more when he added stimulation to that sensitive little button of hers, making her moan and grip her fur beneath them. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She, the powerful, beautiful, and unreachable princess who had killed many men for coveting her with their hearts, was now being taken like this. Elle's eyes fluttered shut as the feeling overwhelmed her. His breath, his touch, his whole powerful body, all against her skin. She felt her body tensing, a pressure coiled on her core, a pressure that grew more and more by the second. He was so much more than she had ever expected, so much more than she had ever allowed herself to want. He was thinking of her, every move he made, was thinking of her pleasure… And her was making her eyes roll back in her head.
And then, his rhythm became erratic, difficult, she could read it on his face, and she knew, by instinct, what was happening. She locked her legs around his waist as her moans grew louder, as he, finding himself trapped, sent her spiraling over the edge of her climax. She cried out, nails digging into his back, her body convulsing with ecstasy. He groaned, a deep guttural sound of pleasure as his release was there as well. He was lost in her, as much as she was lost in him, and the feeling was intoxicating.
He, the warrior, invincible, powerful, and indomitable, was hers. She showed him a wild, predatory smile, and he answered with a kiss, a silent vow. But it wasn't over, they had just started...
"Boris is asking you two to return to his Bazaar soon," Ada suddenly said. The moon was already high, full, and beautiful. The ceiling in bridge was invisible, technology meant for maneuvers of precision that required complete field vision. Lucian had activated it so they could see the stars and the moon.
Elle covered herself with her fur after hearing Ada.
"I was not watching by the way, not until now," Ada said. "I calculated that you two would require my assistance after four hours. I came back and... I was wrong, so I took four hours more. And here I am. You took your time, lovebirds."
Lucian giggled, thick with satisfaction. "Tell Boris we'll visit him tomorrow."
"As you wish." Ada answered.
He turned towards Elle.
"Elle," he whispered her name, hoarse with emotion.
"Lucian," she replied, barely above a whisper. Their eyes shone with complicity.
"You are mine." Both said at the same time.
Their shared declaration of ownership hung in the air, a promise that went beyond mere words. They knew what it meant, what it entailed. They were bound now, by something deep, something that neither of them needed to explain. They stayed there, together, caressing each other, sharing a kiss from time to time or just staring at the countless stars and the beautiful full moon, their hearts content, feeling truly full, whole, for the first time in their lives. They stayed there… Until they got hungry.
They made their way to the ship's kitchen, their bodies marked with small bruises and love bites, evidence of their fierce passion. She manipulated the Genesis' Tree and the device started to materialize a few of the dishes they had eaten at the Olympus. When they were ready, they smelled heavenly, a rich aroma of spices and roasted meats filling the air. As she was setting up the machine and watching the progress, Lucian admired her, his eyes wishing she didn't have her fur on, but she loved her fur, and that was cute.
"Now look at that," he commented, amused. "A princess who actually knows how to cook."
"Don't start," she warned, a smile playing on her lips as she took the plates to the table, and sat on his lap.
"I'm just saying… It's quite cute," he said, kissing her neck. "You know, most of the high-born girls I know can't boil water without their powers."
"I'm going to kick you," she said, turning to face him. "And guess what? I do know how to cook. One would expect me to know how to cook knowing I'm using fire all the time, right? Didn't I cook you nicely that day at the government building?"
He chuckled, deep and rich, sending a shiver down her spine. "You certainly did." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around her waist, his bare chest pressing against her back, her fur separating them. She felt his breath as he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "I'm hating your fur so much..."
Elle couldn't help but laugh, the tension between them momentarily broken by the playful banter. She turned in his embrace, her hand coming up to trace the line of his jaw. "And here I thought you liked it," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I like making love to you, on it..." He replied, his hands sneaking under her fur, with the intention to take it off.
"What happens now?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
"Now," he said, his arms tightening around her, "We're free to go wherever we want, we're free to take, or destroy, or anything we want…" He was thinking of the Keraunos, she knew, but she was thinking of a quiet place, for just the two of them.
"Let's eat then… and after that… I'll let you take… " she breathed into his ear. "This fur off of me…"