She could only nod as his eyes seemed to devour her. He moved quickly, throwing back the bedding and covering her body. She could feel that he was hot, hard and dripping already. He pinned her arms over her head and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"What do you need Izzy?" he asked, in a rough voice.
There was no hesitancy in his touch, he knew he owned her body and soul and she could feel it.
She looked into his dark brown eyes. "Just you."
"Perfect answer," he growled. He rolled her until she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her. "Keep your hands over your head," he ordered. She pressed her chest into the mattress and raised her hips so that she was offering herself to him.
"Gods, Iz, you're so damn beautiful," he said, trailing his fingers down her spine.
He tested her and she knew he found her ready. He plunged two fingers deep, causing her to moan. "Please Oron, not slow. Not tonight."
Oron gave a masculine chuckle. "As you wish my love." The next moment his fingers were gone and she felt the blunt head of his cock pushing inside her body. "Yes," she hissed. Somehow he managed to ignite every point of pleasure in her body. She rested her forehead against the sheets as he slammed into her over and over again. Slowly her body began to coil as he managed to caress that elusive spot inside her. She tilted her pelvis until every single thrust has her gasping. "There!" she screamed.
Her desperate need propelled him to new levels of urgency as his fingers dug into her hips. "Gods Iz, there's no one like you. No one has ever loved me the way you do," he groaned as he snapped his hips.
She was afraid to move her upper body and change the angle, so she turned her face instead. "And no one has ever accepted me the way you do. You know exactly how chaotic I can be and you claim me as your own anyway."
"Only me, you're mine, Iz. My solace in a world that hates me."
"As you are mine."
When he plunged deep enough to slam her cervix; she was about to flip him when her orgasm caught her unaware. One moment she was about to tap out, the next she was screaming.
She felt his hot seed fill her before he collapsed, taking her to the bed at his side.
"Love you," he gasped.
"How...can...you...talk?" She was trying to remember how to breathe and her mouth was dry from yelling. He simply laughed and held her close.
When he pulled away,
she felt him slip from her body and gasped at the sensations it wrought. She managed to open one eye to watch him stumble toward the bathroom like a newborn foal. She was still giggling when he reappeared washcloth in hand. He ignored her mirth. "At least I can move," he teased, as he wiped her clean.
"Mr. Vi'Eirlea, you have done your job well."
He kissed her shoulder before pulling the duvet up to tuck her in. She began to drift away when he slipped in beside her.
"Goodnight, my love," he whispered.
"Goodnight, my everything," she replied and his arm pulled her close. Feeling like everything was perfect in her world, she gave in and slept.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next morning Izzy had fun showing Cord how the espresso machine worked.
"That was much easier than I thought it would be," Cord admitted.
"Are these ready for denka?" Ryuu asked, walking in from the dining room.
Izzy nodded and handed off the two mochas. "Has she threatened anyone?"
"Not as of yet, but I'm pretty sure it's a close thing," he lifted the two cups and walked out of the enormous kitchen.
Izzy had felt intimidated when she first entered Cord's domain. But he had been so eager to show her how he had set up all the equipment she found herself caught up in his enthusiasm.