"I wish I could draw you as I see you, it's nothing like that," she pointed to the box.
"Will you be my light," he whispered.
"No. You are your own light, but I will be your mirror so you can see it clearly."
"Can I make love to you, Izzy, will you let me claim you?"
"I don't think I have ever wanted anything more in my life," she admitted.
Slowly Oron stepped forward and lifted his hand to her face. He traced her lips with his thumb a
nd ran it down the column of her neck. She shivered at his touch.
He walked her backward until the back of her legs hit the mattress. Ever so slowly, he undid every button and zipper. Each movement was tender and done with a single-minded focus that was leaving her breathless.
When she stood before him in her bra and panties, he stepped back and began to undress himself. With her eyes locked on his hands, each action was done with precision, nothing was hurried or rushed. She could almost feel him savoring every single second of them coming together.
When he slipped his boxer briefs down his legs, she had to reach out a hand to grasp the bedding to steady herself. Standing before her, completely nude, her mate seemed more like a dream than reality. No human could ever look as beautiful. Her mind stalled, he wasn't human, he was fae and he was all hers.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and shimmied out of her panties, letting them both drop to the floor. She found herself growing impatient at his slow progression. "Come to me, my mate," she said, holding out her hand.
In a single stride Oron was at her side and taking her hand, which he placed over his heart. Under her palm, she could feel it beating out of control. "It's a little worn and broken, but all the pieces are yours," he promised.
She reached down and brought his hand over to cover her heart. "Mine is a little battered, smoky, missing parts and impulsive, but if you want it, it's yours," she whispered.
Oron lifted her up and gently lay her on the bed. Before she could blink, he was lying beside her. He carefully began to run his hands down her chest, over her belly, across her hips until he cupped her mound. The heat from his hand had her squirming. With an evil grin, he curled his pointer and middle finger so they slid between her folds. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure that he was building within her. She expected him to breach her, but he never did. He just steadily rubbed either side of her clit until she was clutching the blankets with both hands. "Oron," she whispered harshly.
"Let go," he ordered.
She lifted her hips against him and her orgasm crashed through her. When she was done shuddering, he placed the tip of his finger on her clit and pressed down firmly. "What are you doing?"
"You'll see." He leaned down and teased her lips with his own. When she was thoroughly distracted by his kiss, he lifted his finger and she groaned at the new sensation. Again, he began his steady slide up, then down. "Oron, I can't..." How could she explain that she had never come twice like that? "Let's take care of you," she started to reach for him when he suddenly moved his hand a bit lower and began a circling motion directly under her clit. "Oh god," she breathed. "Please be ready Oron, I don't want to come again without you."
He simply nodded then moved between her legs. While on his knees, he opened her wide and draped her legs over his thighs. "Tell me right before you fly," he commanded.
She thrashed her head from side to side as a new pressure built. Just when she thought she was falling apart she screamed out his name. "Oron!"
With a primal roar, he reached down and plunged deep into her body. "Please, please, please," she begged.
He lifted his hand from her body and leaned down, so they were nearly chest to chest. "Kiss me Oron, I want us connected in every way," she gasped each word.
Oron didn't hesitate a moment. He captured her mouth and his tongue began to mimic his cock. He entered her slowly then teased, before thrusting back in.
She dug her nails in his back and met him thrust for thrust. They weren't just having sex; this was beyond making love. He made sure he knew every inch of her body and he was welding them together.
When he slammed to the hilt, the bite a pain triggered her pleasure. He threw his head back and yelled her name. He slowly withdrew from her body as two balls of light lifted from their chests, swirled, merged, then separated. They then drifted down and settled back within their chests. The ball of light that came to her carried with it a piece of Oron. She knew then she would never be alone again.
*****
Izzy practically danced around the bathroom as she got ready. The connection created with Oron was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She found herself rushing when getting ready for dinner so that she could return to his arms. She rolled her eyes in the mirror. Her happiness caused her to act ridiculously.
She pulled her favorite robe from the bag and slipped it on over her freshly perfumed body. When underthings appeared and slid into place, she yelped. Looking at herself in the mirror, the intricate embroidery along the cuffs and hems mesmerized her. The woven designs looked as if the flowers were simply resting on her sleeve.
She chose to wear the teal one Oron liked so much in the shop. She artfully arranged her damp curls into a cascade down her back. Right now, her hair looked brown, but she knew as it dried it would brighten to a deep auburn. She didn't have much make up with her, so she made full use of what little she did have. Bronzer doubled as eyeshadow, lipstick doubled as a blush and she used some mascara coated floss to apply eyeliner. All in all she thought she did an impressive job.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Oron stood from the chair where he had been waiting for her and his mouth dropped. "Iz, you look..." he shook his head, but his eyes went right back to her. She loved that he hadn't even been able to complete his sentence.
"Like?"