Alvina and Quinn have never been further apart, but their connection to the spirits might be what reconnects them again.
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Quinn av Stál is slowly losing his mind. He's sure of that, and the only thing keeping him together is his fiancé Islo Charr...
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I was awake and it was early. Well, it must've been early because it was barely light out. I looked to the side, finding Islo asleep. His back was turned to me and his ribs slowly rose and fell with his relaxed breath. He looked so comfortable and like he was in deep sleep.
Time to ruin that.
I kissed his shoulder, running my tongue over his skin and he snorted. He looked back at me and smiled.
"You're awake early."
"Yeah," I breathed, my hand slipping down to his hip. I pressed my hips to his ass and exhaled loudly.
"Ah," he murmured and put his hand on top of mine. "This is what you awoke for."
I slipped my hand down his undergarments, taking him in my hand. He swore under his breath and I ran my tongue over his back.
"I want you," I panted. "Badly."
"Did you dream of me?" His voice was so soft. It wrapped itself around me and made me want him even more.
"Yes, I dreamed of you. You moaned my name. Your body was slick with sweat and you lied like this. Pressing yourself at me."
Islo grabbed my hand, putting my fingers in his mouth and then guiding them to his ass. I slowly eased them inside of him and he groaned.
"Maybe this is all I'll do for you today," I whispered in his ear, repeating what he told me.
"No, I want you," he groaned back. "All of you." I chuckled and hooked my fingers, his moan coming out strangled. "But you seem to enjoy this."
"Quinn," he whimpered and looked back at me. "I swear to all the spirits, you're killing me." I dipped down and kissed his throat, pressing my body to his. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the jar, dipping my fingers in. I continued to pleasure my fiancé, torturing him the best possible way.
"Quinn, please," he whimpered after a while.
I lifted myself up a little, pulling his undergarments down before discarding of my own.
"How much do you want me?" I whispered.
"With all of my heart, Quinn," he murmured back and met my gaze. His eyes were hooded, and his cheeks flushed. He looked amazingly beautiful and so vulnerable. I loved how he just lied there, waiting for me.
I put my hand on his hip again, steadying him and myself. I slowly pushed myself inside of him and he whimpered and moaned at the same time. I pushed in all the way, so we were fully connected, no space between our bodies. I let him take a moment to get used to me and then he moved himself, indicating he was ready for me to move. To make love to him. I pulled out and then slammed myself inside of him. He groaned loudly and I wrapped my arm around him, pressing my forehead to his back as I lost myself. I lost myself in every freckle, in every tremor going through his body following the movements of mine. I lost myself in his voice, pleading me to never stop. To continue doing it just like this.
