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Nahash doubted her words even as he nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be enough, and he knew neither of them really believed it anyway. He was agitated enough to want to leave and handle whoever it was that had tried to hurt her, but even the though of that had him confronted with an even more uncomfortable realization. He was going to leave, and he couldn't be attached, if she told anyone about them, anything about him, it could far too easily get back to those who might try to find them and take away the freedom that he had grown used to, that he had fought so hard with the other Sariqas to keep.
Her grip on his sleeve and the tease in her smile were already close enough to breaking him, but his own slight smile faded as Myrrine turned away. Shaking his head, Nahash reached for her and turned her face back to his, brushing softly over the bruises and cuts that marred her skin, biting back the fury that was surfacing again.
"The only reason I've not had you already is for fear of hurting you further." His voice was low, intense with his attempts to reassure her. The gentle touch was lifted away and he allowed her to turn her head once again if she wished, shifting to lay beside her and pulling her back against his chest. Once again he found her bed far too comfortable, far too easy to fall asleep in and make some sort of mistake.
With his arms wrapped around her, body held close to his own, Nahash pressed his lips to her neck, holding her tightly and allowing his hands to brush along her bare skin across her abdomen. "You've no idea what you do to me. It would be better if I left, and you never saw me again." His words were all but growled out against her hair, teeth scraping across her shoulder. "To have you begging me to stay..it's all I can do to just hold you."
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Nahash doubted her words even as he nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be enough, and he knew neither of them really believed it anyway. He was agitated enough to want to leave and handle whoever it was that had tried to hurt her, but even the though of that had him confronted with an even more uncomfortable realization. He was going to leave, and he couldn't be attached, if she told anyone about them, anything about him, it could far too easily get back to those who might try to find them and take away the freedom that he had grown used to, that he had fought so hard with the other Sariqas to keep.
Her grip on his sleeve and the tease in her smile were already close enough to breaking him, but his own slight smile faded as Myrrine turned away. Shaking his head, Nahash reached for her and turned her face back to his, brushing softly over the bruises and cuts that marred her skin, biting back the fury that was surfacing again.
"The only reason I've not had you already is for fear of hurting you further." His voice was low, intense with his attempts to reassure her. The gentle touch was lifted away and he allowed her to turn her head once again if she wished, shifting to lay beside her and pulling her back against his chest. Once again he found her bed far too comfortable, far too easy to fall asleep in and make some sort of mistake.
With his arms wrapped around her, body held close to his own, Nahash pressed his lips to her neck, holding her tightly and allowing his hands to brush along her bare skin across her abdomen. "You've no idea what you do to me. It would be better if I left, and you never saw me again." His words were all but growled out against her hair, teeth scraping across her shoulder. "To have you begging me to stay..it's all I can do to just hold you."
Nahash doubted her words even as he nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be enough, and he knew neither of them really believed it anyway. He was agitated enough to want to leave and handle whoever it was that had tried to hurt her, but even the though of that had him confronted with an even more uncomfortable realization. He was going to leave, and he couldn't be attached, if she told anyone about them, anything about him, it could far too easily get back to those who might try to find them and take away the freedom that he had grown used to, that he had fought so hard with the other Sariqas to keep.
Her grip on his sleeve and the tease in her smile were already close enough to breaking him, but his own slight smile faded as Myrrine turned away. Shaking his head, Nahash reached for her and turned her face back to his, brushing softly over the bruises and cuts that marred her skin, biting back the fury that was surfacing again.
"The only reason I've not had you already is for fear of hurting you further." His voice was low, intense with his attempts to reassure her. The gentle touch was lifted away and he allowed her to turn her head once again if she wished, shifting to lay beside her and pulling her back against his chest. Once again he found her bed far too comfortable, far too easy to fall asleep in and make some sort of mistake.
With his arms wrapped around her, body held close to his own, Nahash pressed his lips to her neck, holding her tightly and allowing his hands to brush along her bare skin across her abdomen. "You've no idea what you do to me. It would be better if I left, and you never saw me again." His words were all but growled out against her hair, teeth scraping across her shoulder. "To have you begging me to stay..it's all I can do to just hold you."
Myrrine couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps the sight of her in this state was enough to kill any desire he had for her. It seemed a logical enough leap considering she still couldn’t believe he had ever desired her in the first place. But then he reached for her and those thoughts quickly melted away, bringing a smile back to her lips. Even as his hand slipped away, she couldn’t turn away from him - couldn’t even think of it.
He pulled her close into his embrace before she could respond and she found it far too comfortable in his arms. He was so much larger than her, and yet she seemed to mold against him perfectly. He pressed his lips to her neck and her lips parted in a soft sigh, her body shifting against him, longing for more. Her hips pressed back against his as though to silence the thoughts that he was saying.
“I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s best,” she murmured softly, even as the sensation of his teeth against her skin had her all but moaning for him. She half turned in his embrace so her back was pressed to the bed rather than him. She needed to see him, touch him. “It’s not just you, Hashe, but for once, I don’t want to care about what’s better. I just want to do what feels good.” One hand reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing over the scar beneath his eye.
“I’m not so fragile as you fear,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him tenderly for a long lingering moment. When she pulled back, it was just enough to meet his eyes as her hand shifted from his cheek to tangle in his hair. The golden gleam in her eyes seemed brighter than ever as she looked up at him, knowing what she needed, desperately hoping he could no longer deny her. “Please, make me yours again, Hashe. Even if just for tonight. Claim my body until yours is the only touch I can remember. I beg you... Take me, please.”
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Myrrine couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps the sight of her in this state was enough to kill any desire he had for her. It seemed a logical enough leap considering she still couldn’t believe he had ever desired her in the first place. But then he reached for her and those thoughts quickly melted away, bringing a smile back to her lips. Even as his hand slipped away, she couldn’t turn away from him - couldn’t even think of it.
He pulled her close into his embrace before she could respond and she found it far too comfortable in his arms. He was so much larger than her, and yet she seemed to mold against him perfectly. He pressed his lips to her neck and her lips parted in a soft sigh, her body shifting against him, longing for more. Her hips pressed back against his as though to silence the thoughts that he was saying.
“I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s best,” she murmured softly, even as the sensation of his teeth against her skin had her all but moaning for him. She half turned in his embrace so her back was pressed to the bed rather than him. She needed to see him, touch him. “It’s not just you, Hashe, but for once, I don’t want to care about what’s better. I just want to do what feels good.” One hand reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing over the scar beneath his eye.
“I’m not so fragile as you fear,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him tenderly for a long lingering moment. When she pulled back, it was just enough to meet his eyes as her hand shifted from his cheek to tangle in his hair. The golden gleam in her eyes seemed brighter than ever as she looked up at him, knowing what she needed, desperately hoping he could no longer deny her. “Please, make me yours again, Hashe. Even if just for tonight. Claim my body until yours is the only touch I can remember. I beg you... Take me, please.”
Myrrine couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps the sight of her in this state was enough to kill any desire he had for her. It seemed a logical enough leap considering she still couldn’t believe he had ever desired her in the first place. But then he reached for her and those thoughts quickly melted away, bringing a smile back to her lips. Even as his hand slipped away, she couldn’t turn away from him - couldn’t even think of it.
He pulled her close into his embrace before she could respond and she found it far too comfortable in his arms. He was so much larger than her, and yet she seemed to mold against him perfectly. He pressed his lips to her neck and her lips parted in a soft sigh, her body shifting against him, longing for more. Her hips pressed back against his as though to silence the thoughts that he was saying.
“I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s best,” she murmured softly, even as the sensation of his teeth against her skin had her all but moaning for him. She half turned in his embrace so her back was pressed to the bed rather than him. She needed to see him, touch him. “It’s not just you, Hashe, but for once, I don’t want to care about what’s better. I just want to do what feels good.” One hand reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing over the scar beneath his eye.
“I’m not so fragile as you fear,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him tenderly for a long lingering moment. When she pulled back, it was just enough to meet his eyes as her hand shifted from his cheek to tangle in his hair. The golden gleam in her eyes seemed brighter than ever as she looked up at him, knowing what she needed, desperately hoping he could no longer deny her. “Please, make me yours again, Hashe. Even if just for tonight. Claim my body until yours is the only touch I can remember. I beg you... Take me, please.”
"You are so much more fragile than you know.."
Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut, but her insistence, what had happened to her today, what would happen to her if she kept seeing him. It was all a risk that would bring her greater harm in the end, and it was his downfall that he cared enough to fear it. Any number of people could try to use his affection against him, and he didn't want to bring any more pain into her life than he had already done by being there. He would have to leave one day and though he barely cared enough for most people, for her he wanted to make sure he would go on without him. Forgetting him would be for the best.
It was too easy to slip into her embrace, easier still to brush his hand along her throat with a light amount of pressure. He could end her now, sever all connection without a moments hesitation, walk away and never look back. Instead as she traced along his scar without asking what it was, lifted herself to kiss him with abandon and tangle her hands in his hair, he gave soft sigh against her lips and shifted her body beneath his own. The hand on her throat loosened and he was above her now, taking her hands and pressing them over her head so she could not try to hold him too close. They could take and give their pleasures but tonight he would not give in to his heart, only his body.
Without words Nahash stripped off his clothing, sinking back down atop her and allowing his hands to brush along her sides to her hips, and down further still to the damp need he found there. "No one will come in?" He waited for reassurance from her before taking his next move, drawing the blanket over his head and up to her waist as he settled between her legs, holding them apart as his mouth sought to drive her wild.
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"You are so much more fragile than you know.."
Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut, but her insistence, what had happened to her today, what would happen to her if she kept seeing him. It was all a risk that would bring her greater harm in the end, and it was his downfall that he cared enough to fear it. Any number of people could try to use his affection against him, and he didn't want to bring any more pain into her life than he had already done by being there. He would have to leave one day and though he barely cared enough for most people, for her he wanted to make sure he would go on without him. Forgetting him would be for the best.
It was too easy to slip into her embrace, easier still to brush his hand along her throat with a light amount of pressure. He could end her now, sever all connection without a moments hesitation, walk away and never look back. Instead as she traced along his scar without asking what it was, lifted herself to kiss him with abandon and tangle her hands in his hair, he gave soft sigh against her lips and shifted her body beneath his own. The hand on her throat loosened and he was above her now, taking her hands and pressing them over her head so she could not try to hold him too close. They could take and give their pleasures but tonight he would not give in to his heart, only his body.
Without words Nahash stripped off his clothing, sinking back down atop her and allowing his hands to brush along her sides to her hips, and down further still to the damp need he found there. "No one will come in?" He waited for reassurance from her before taking his next move, drawing the blanket over his head and up to her waist as he settled between her legs, holding them apart as his mouth sought to drive her wild.
"You are so much more fragile than you know.."
Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut, but her insistence, what had happened to her today, what would happen to her if she kept seeing him. It was all a risk that would bring her greater harm in the end, and it was his downfall that he cared enough to fear it. Any number of people could try to use his affection against him, and he didn't want to bring any more pain into her life than he had already done by being there. He would have to leave one day and though he barely cared enough for most people, for her he wanted to make sure he would go on without him. Forgetting him would be for the best.
It was too easy to slip into her embrace, easier still to brush his hand along her throat with a light amount of pressure. He could end her now, sever all connection without a moments hesitation, walk away and never look back. Instead as she traced along his scar without asking what it was, lifted herself to kiss him with abandon and tangle her hands in his hair, he gave soft sigh against her lips and shifted her body beneath his own. The hand on her throat loosened and he was above her now, taking her hands and pressing them over her head so she could not try to hold him too close. They could take and give their pleasures but tonight he would not give in to his heart, only his body.
Without words Nahash stripped off his clothing, sinking back down atop her and allowing his hands to brush along her sides to her hips, and down further still to the damp need he found there. "No one will come in?" He waited for reassurance from her before taking his next move, drawing the blanket over his head and up to her waist as he settled between her legs, holding them apart as his mouth sought to drive her wild.
His words did little to reassure her and for a moment, she held her breath, waiting for his insistence upon leaving. Myrrine knew all the reasons this was a terrible idea - or at least she believed she did. He would be leaving. They couldn’t risk getting attached. He didn’t want to be chased off by an angry father or brother. He didn’t want to hurt her.
And perhaps she would miss him more than she planned. After all, he was her first, and in all likelihood, her only lover. He would always be special. But she had known this could be nothing from the beginning - for her own reasons as much as his. That he was leaving was the only reason she dared to allow herself this indulgence. She couldn’t be tempted away from the life she needed to leave if he wasn’t even here to lure her away from her responsibilities.
She shivered a little as his hand moved across her throat. Yet this gesture didn’t fill her with fear, but instead with desire. There was nothing in her that was capable of fearing his touch. The only fear she felt was that his concern over the earlier attack would mean he kept his distance. That was the last thing she wanted when they were already fated to end.
If their tryst was doomed, then she needed it to be worth remembering the rest of her days.
As soon as she felt his soft sigh against her lips, she knew she was winning him over, weakening his resolve to leave her untouched. His hand slipped away and he shifted to hover above her. She was easily molded in his touch, no resistance in her limbs as he took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head. Gods knew she would do anything he asked of her if it meant she was blessed with the pleasure he gave her once more.
Myrrine could only watch, mouth dry, as he silently stripped himself of all cloth, leaving himself as bare as she was. It was a sight she could never tire of. He may not be of her nation, but he was every bit as sculpted as any image of the Gods of Olympus that she had ever seen. Too beautiful to be human and yet with the sort of ruggedness that made him clearly man rather than boy. A perfect blend of everything attractive.
He lowered himself back upon her, his hands moving along the sides of her body. She responded to him eagerly, her back arching to press her into his touch with a soft whimper of need that only increased as his hands found her center to feel for himself how badly she wanted him.
“No one,” she assured him, her voice a breathless whisper. Not even Calantha sought her out during the night anymore. No one would even think of disturbing her. Never had she been so thankful to be ignored. How could she resent it when it granted her this most enticing opportunity?
She lifted her head in surprise, tilting it slightly as he pulled the blanket above his head and over her lower half, unsure why he would do such a thing. It seemed so bizarre. Yet as his hands move to her legs, where they fell apart with ease for him, her interest turned from bafflement to curiosity. After all, she could only believe his experience vastly outweighed her own. Granted, most everyone’s did in truth. Nonetheless, she trusted him, even if his actions were a mystery to her.
Then his mouth settled over her and it was as though the whole world melted away. Nothing outside this bed existed as he explored her slick folds. “Hashe!” she cried, a sound that was half shocked gasp and half moan. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking beneath his touch, surprised and delighted by the sudden burst of sensations it brought forth. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this was even a possibility. She had known that everything with Hashe drove her wild, but this was truly a surprise.
As she struggled to catch her breath, already trembling her moan faded into an incoherent whimper, wordlessly begging for all he could offer her.
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His words did little to reassure her and for a moment, she held her breath, waiting for his insistence upon leaving. Myrrine knew all the reasons this was a terrible idea - or at least she believed she did. He would be leaving. They couldn’t risk getting attached. He didn’t want to be chased off by an angry father or brother. He didn’t want to hurt her.
And perhaps she would miss him more than she planned. After all, he was her first, and in all likelihood, her only lover. He would always be special. But she had known this could be nothing from the beginning - for her own reasons as much as his. That he was leaving was the only reason she dared to allow herself this indulgence. She couldn’t be tempted away from the life she needed to leave if he wasn’t even here to lure her away from her responsibilities.
She shivered a little as his hand moved across her throat. Yet this gesture didn’t fill her with fear, but instead with desire. There was nothing in her that was capable of fearing his touch. The only fear she felt was that his concern over the earlier attack would mean he kept his distance. That was the last thing she wanted when they were already fated to end.
If their tryst was doomed, then she needed it to be worth remembering the rest of her days.
As soon as she felt his soft sigh against her lips, she knew she was winning him over, weakening his resolve to leave her untouched. His hand slipped away and he shifted to hover above her. She was easily molded in his touch, no resistance in her limbs as he took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head. Gods knew she would do anything he asked of her if it meant she was blessed with the pleasure he gave her once more.
Myrrine could only watch, mouth dry, as he silently stripped himself of all cloth, leaving himself as bare as she was. It was a sight she could never tire of. He may not be of her nation, but he was every bit as sculpted as any image of the Gods of Olympus that she had ever seen. Too beautiful to be human and yet with the sort of ruggedness that made him clearly man rather than boy. A perfect blend of everything attractive.
He lowered himself back upon her, his hands moving along the sides of her body. She responded to him eagerly, her back arching to press her into his touch with a soft whimper of need that only increased as his hands found her center to feel for himself how badly she wanted him.
“No one,” she assured him, her voice a breathless whisper. Not even Calantha sought her out during the night anymore. No one would even think of disturbing her. Never had she been so thankful to be ignored. How could she resent it when it granted her this most enticing opportunity?
She lifted her head in surprise, tilting it slightly as he pulled the blanket above his head and over her lower half, unsure why he would do such a thing. It seemed so bizarre. Yet as his hands move to her legs, where they fell apart with ease for him, her interest turned from bafflement to curiosity. After all, she could only believe his experience vastly outweighed her own. Granted, most everyone’s did in truth. Nonetheless, she trusted him, even if his actions were a mystery to her.
Then his mouth settled over her and it was as though the whole world melted away. Nothing outside this bed existed as he explored her slick folds. “Hashe!” she cried, a sound that was half shocked gasp and half moan. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking beneath his touch, surprised and delighted by the sudden burst of sensations it brought forth. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this was even a possibility. She had known that everything with Hashe drove her wild, but this was truly a surprise.
As she struggled to catch her breath, already trembling her moan faded into an incoherent whimper, wordlessly begging for all he could offer her.
His words did little to reassure her and for a moment, she held her breath, waiting for his insistence upon leaving. Myrrine knew all the reasons this was a terrible idea - or at least she believed she did. He would be leaving. They couldn’t risk getting attached. He didn’t want to be chased off by an angry father or brother. He didn’t want to hurt her.
And perhaps she would miss him more than she planned. After all, he was her first, and in all likelihood, her only lover. He would always be special. But she had known this could be nothing from the beginning - for her own reasons as much as his. That he was leaving was the only reason she dared to allow herself this indulgence. She couldn’t be tempted away from the life she needed to leave if he wasn’t even here to lure her away from her responsibilities.
She shivered a little as his hand moved across her throat. Yet this gesture didn’t fill her with fear, but instead with desire. There was nothing in her that was capable of fearing his touch. The only fear she felt was that his concern over the earlier attack would mean he kept his distance. That was the last thing she wanted when they were already fated to end.
If their tryst was doomed, then she needed it to be worth remembering the rest of her days.
As soon as she felt his soft sigh against her lips, she knew she was winning him over, weakening his resolve to leave her untouched. His hand slipped away and he shifted to hover above her. She was easily molded in his touch, no resistance in her limbs as he took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head. Gods knew she would do anything he asked of her if it meant she was blessed with the pleasure he gave her once more.
Myrrine could only watch, mouth dry, as he silently stripped himself of all cloth, leaving himself as bare as she was. It was a sight she could never tire of. He may not be of her nation, but he was every bit as sculpted as any image of the Gods of Olympus that she had ever seen. Too beautiful to be human and yet with the sort of ruggedness that made him clearly man rather than boy. A perfect blend of everything attractive.
He lowered himself back upon her, his hands moving along the sides of her body. She responded to him eagerly, her back arching to press her into his touch with a soft whimper of need that only increased as his hands found her center to feel for himself how badly she wanted him.
“No one,” she assured him, her voice a breathless whisper. Not even Calantha sought her out during the night anymore. No one would even think of disturbing her. Never had she been so thankful to be ignored. How could she resent it when it granted her this most enticing opportunity?
She lifted her head in surprise, tilting it slightly as he pulled the blanket above his head and over her lower half, unsure why he would do such a thing. It seemed so bizarre. Yet as his hands move to her legs, where they fell apart with ease for him, her interest turned from bafflement to curiosity. After all, she could only believe his experience vastly outweighed her own. Granted, most everyone’s did in truth. Nonetheless, she trusted him, even if his actions were a mystery to her.
Then his mouth settled over her and it was as though the whole world melted away. Nothing outside this bed existed as he explored her slick folds. “Hashe!” she cried, a sound that was half shocked gasp and half moan. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking beneath his touch, surprised and delighted by the sudden burst of sensations it brought forth. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this was even a possibility. She had known that everything with Hashe drove her wild, but this was truly a surprise.
As she struggled to catch her breath, already trembling her moan faded into an incoherent whimper, wordlessly begging for all he could offer her.
Her innocence was still strangely endearing. For all that he tried to avoid it and seek out the more experienced as bed partners, there was something tantalizing about her that made it all too easy to forego his usual caution and throw it to the wind. It was clear from her response that this was new, and he was far too pleased with himself to consider that perhaps he ought to be righteously miffed that none of her other partners had done the same for her before. Granted, it was a rare enough occurrence for him to perform the act he didn't take the time to ponder it further. Instead he focused on each delicious sound that fell from her lips and carried on.
After making her writhe beneath him he tightened his grip on her hips to drag her beneath the blanket with him, drawing his teeth along the skin of her stomach and up to her throat. The reminder to be gentle came along with the sight of the marks against her, and he found himself instead laying soft kisses against each bruise and scrape he could find. With their bodies aligned he wasted little time in joining them, aching to find the release they both sought but unwilling to risk the sounds that such could produce. Already he was having difficulty believing that no one would be bursting into the room to try to save her from some unknown assailant.
A louder cry brought his hand over her mouth, thumb brushing over her lips as he paused, catching his breath as he looked over her flushed visage. It as difficult to ask of her what he had to, but then again she had a father and a brother both of an age to make his life very miserable if caught off guard, and sisters who could easily identify him in this current state with nothing to hide his scars. His lips brushed against her ear, every movement languid as though trying to draw every bit of enjoyment possible from this night.
"Perhaps one day...I'll take you away from here. We could be as loud as we pleased..but until then little bird, stop singing."
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Her innocence was still strangely endearing. For all that he tried to avoid it and seek out the more experienced as bed partners, there was something tantalizing about her that made it all too easy to forego his usual caution and throw it to the wind. It was clear from her response that this was new, and he was far too pleased with himself to consider that perhaps he ought to be righteously miffed that none of her other partners had done the same for her before. Granted, it was a rare enough occurrence for him to perform the act he didn't take the time to ponder it further. Instead he focused on each delicious sound that fell from her lips and carried on.
After making her writhe beneath him he tightened his grip on her hips to drag her beneath the blanket with him, drawing his teeth along the skin of her stomach and up to her throat. The reminder to be gentle came along with the sight of the marks against her, and he found himself instead laying soft kisses against each bruise and scrape he could find. With their bodies aligned he wasted little time in joining them, aching to find the release they both sought but unwilling to risk the sounds that such could produce. Already he was having difficulty believing that no one would be bursting into the room to try to save her from some unknown assailant.
A louder cry brought his hand over her mouth, thumb brushing over her lips as he paused, catching his breath as he looked over her flushed visage. It as difficult to ask of her what he had to, but then again she had a father and a brother both of an age to make his life very miserable if caught off guard, and sisters who could easily identify him in this current state with nothing to hide his scars. His lips brushed against her ear, every movement languid as though trying to draw every bit of enjoyment possible from this night.
"Perhaps one day...I'll take you away from here. We could be as loud as we pleased..but until then little bird, stop singing."
Her innocence was still strangely endearing. For all that he tried to avoid it and seek out the more experienced as bed partners, there was something tantalizing about her that made it all too easy to forego his usual caution and throw it to the wind. It was clear from her response that this was new, and he was far too pleased with himself to consider that perhaps he ought to be righteously miffed that none of her other partners had done the same for her before. Granted, it was a rare enough occurrence for him to perform the act he didn't take the time to ponder it further. Instead he focused on each delicious sound that fell from her lips and carried on.
After making her writhe beneath him he tightened his grip on her hips to drag her beneath the blanket with him, drawing his teeth along the skin of her stomach and up to her throat. The reminder to be gentle came along with the sight of the marks against her, and he found himself instead laying soft kisses against each bruise and scrape he could find. With their bodies aligned he wasted little time in joining them, aching to find the release they both sought but unwilling to risk the sounds that such could produce. Already he was having difficulty believing that no one would be bursting into the room to try to save her from some unknown assailant.
A louder cry brought his hand over her mouth, thumb brushing over her lips as he paused, catching his breath as he looked over her flushed visage. It as difficult to ask of her what he had to, but then again she had a father and a brother both of an age to make his life very miserable if caught off guard, and sisters who could easily identify him in this current state with nothing to hide his scars. His lips brushed against her ear, every movement languid as though trying to draw every bit of enjoyment possible from this night.
"Perhaps one day...I'll take you away from here. We could be as loud as we pleased..but until then little bird, stop singing."
Myrrine had thought she understood all that he could make her feel after she had given herself to him last time he came to her. Yet once again he surpassed all she could have imagined. The things he did with his mouth as he buried himself within her velvet folds... it was beyond comprehension almost. Her hips moved of their own accord against his face, soft sounds falling in an endless stream from her lips.
She squeaked slightly in surprise as she felt him grip her hips with a strong pull, bringing her under him and the blanket both. A shudder moved through her body as his teeth scraped against the soft flesh of her stomach, moving up the length of her body. She gasped softly as he stopped at her neck, finding herself breathless with anticipation - the shallow cut and bruising there already forgotten. The tender ache couldn’t compare to the way his touch burned through her.
His lips left a trail of featherlight kisses over the marred flesh there. The gentleness of it made her ache - an ache that was quickly sated as he sheathed himself within her. Her head tipped back with a gasp that faded into a low groan of relief as he filled her and her hips lifted to meet him eagerly. Every movement had her sinking deeper into the pleasure that he offered her. Enough that she failed to notice the way her moans were increasing in volume.
His hand covered her mouth, muffling the cry that he had pulled from her lips. His thumb brushed against her even as she parted her lips to capture it, sucking lightly. His words made her flush in embarrassment. “Oh, right, sorry” she whispered back. She paused to look at him, her hands cupping his face. “I hope you do someday, Hashe,” she murmured softly, her eyes fixed on his. She leaned up to kiss his forehead, his scar, his other cheek and finally his lips. “Grateful as I am for every stolen moment, I want to be able to scream your name finally.”
She claimed his lips again as her back arched beneath him. Myrrine was more than content to let him linger as long as he wished, in no rush to get to their mutual release. Not if it meant he’d slip away into the night. She wanted every last moment he was willing to give her, even if she had to silence the sounds of her pleasure and ache with need for hours to come.
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Myrrine had thought she understood all that he could make her feel after she had given herself to him last time he came to her. Yet once again he surpassed all she could have imagined. The things he did with his mouth as he buried himself within her velvet folds... it was beyond comprehension almost. Her hips moved of their own accord against his face, soft sounds falling in an endless stream from her lips.
She squeaked slightly in surprise as she felt him grip her hips with a strong pull, bringing her under him and the blanket both. A shudder moved through her body as his teeth scraped against the soft flesh of her stomach, moving up the length of her body. She gasped softly as he stopped at her neck, finding herself breathless with anticipation - the shallow cut and bruising there already forgotten. The tender ache couldn’t compare to the way his touch burned through her.
His lips left a trail of featherlight kisses over the marred flesh there. The gentleness of it made her ache - an ache that was quickly sated as he sheathed himself within her. Her head tipped back with a gasp that faded into a low groan of relief as he filled her and her hips lifted to meet him eagerly. Every movement had her sinking deeper into the pleasure that he offered her. Enough that she failed to notice the way her moans were increasing in volume.
His hand covered her mouth, muffling the cry that he had pulled from her lips. His thumb brushed against her even as she parted her lips to capture it, sucking lightly. His words made her flush in embarrassment. “Oh, right, sorry” she whispered back. She paused to look at him, her hands cupping his face. “I hope you do someday, Hashe,” she murmured softly, her eyes fixed on his. She leaned up to kiss his forehead, his scar, his other cheek and finally his lips. “Grateful as I am for every stolen moment, I want to be able to scream your name finally.”
She claimed his lips again as her back arched beneath him. Myrrine was more than content to let him linger as long as he wished, in no rush to get to their mutual release. Not if it meant he’d slip away into the night. She wanted every last moment he was willing to give her, even if she had to silence the sounds of her pleasure and ache with need for hours to come.
Myrrine had thought she understood all that he could make her feel after she had given herself to him last time he came to her. Yet once again he surpassed all she could have imagined. The things he did with his mouth as he buried himself within her velvet folds... it was beyond comprehension almost. Her hips moved of their own accord against his face, soft sounds falling in an endless stream from her lips.
She squeaked slightly in surprise as she felt him grip her hips with a strong pull, bringing her under him and the blanket both. A shudder moved through her body as his teeth scraped against the soft flesh of her stomach, moving up the length of her body. She gasped softly as he stopped at her neck, finding herself breathless with anticipation - the shallow cut and bruising there already forgotten. The tender ache couldn’t compare to the way his touch burned through her.
His lips left a trail of featherlight kisses over the marred flesh there. The gentleness of it made her ache - an ache that was quickly sated as he sheathed himself within her. Her head tipped back with a gasp that faded into a low groan of relief as he filled her and her hips lifted to meet him eagerly. Every movement had her sinking deeper into the pleasure that he offered her. Enough that she failed to notice the way her moans were increasing in volume.
His hand covered her mouth, muffling the cry that he had pulled from her lips. His thumb brushed against her even as she parted her lips to capture it, sucking lightly. His words made her flush in embarrassment. “Oh, right, sorry” she whispered back. She paused to look at him, her hands cupping his face. “I hope you do someday, Hashe,” she murmured softly, her eyes fixed on his. She leaned up to kiss his forehead, his scar, his other cheek and finally his lips. “Grateful as I am for every stolen moment, I want to be able to scream your name finally.”
She claimed his lips again as her back arched beneath him. Myrrine was more than content to let him linger as long as he wished, in no rush to get to their mutual release. Not if it meant he’d slip away into the night. She wanted every last moment he was willing to give her, even if she had to silence the sounds of her pleasure and ache with need for hours to come.
Nahash chuckled as she apologized, her desire was impossible to resist and hearing how much she enjoyed him only served to stoke his own lust as he kept up the slow rock of his hips against her own. The kisses she peppered along his cheeks drew his eyes closed, lingering as their lips met and drawing her closer still. Even before he nodded in agreement he knew that he would be taking her away to an inn one night, or as many as he could steal her away for. In the short time he'd known her, he had become almost obsessed. Every moment with her felt like a relief, permission to be someone who he was normally not.
Kissing her as if seeking air, he moaned softly against her lips, tongue brushing with her own and trying to keep them both quiet as their bodies took slow delight in one another. It couldn't last forever as much as he wished it might, each motion brought him closer to the finish that he was trying to keep at bay until he could hold back no longer. Her name was gasped out, gripping her hips tightly against his own with his face hidden in her shoulder as he came down from the high and caught his breath. Now that it was over he ought to leave, and for the first time he could admit to himself, he didn't want to.
Myrrine was a rare woman, kind and gentle and somehow she adored him unlike anyone he'd known. He would have to confess what he was to her if he wished to see her outside of these stolen moments, if he ever wished to take her away like he had promised. There was a fear there though, that she would reject him and he would be sent away with nothing. That it would be a risk he could not take and therefore he could never say what he wished nor bring her away with him. The Sariqas would likely not approve in any case, but it was a dream.
Drawing her into a long kiss, Nahash pulled himself free and shifted to the side, holding her close to him as he caught his breath and allowed her the same. It was not wise to linger here, the comfort of her bed was already trying to lull him in, but he could not bring himself to break away, not yet.
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Nahash chuckled as she apologized, her desire was impossible to resist and hearing how much she enjoyed him only served to stoke his own lust as he kept up the slow rock of his hips against her own. The kisses she peppered along his cheeks drew his eyes closed, lingering as their lips met and drawing her closer still. Even before he nodded in agreement he knew that he would be taking her away to an inn one night, or as many as he could steal her away for. In the short time he'd known her, he had become almost obsessed. Every moment with her felt like a relief, permission to be someone who he was normally not.
Kissing her as if seeking air, he moaned softly against her lips, tongue brushing with her own and trying to keep them both quiet as their bodies took slow delight in one another. It couldn't last forever as much as he wished it might, each motion brought him closer to the finish that he was trying to keep at bay until he could hold back no longer. Her name was gasped out, gripping her hips tightly against his own with his face hidden in her shoulder as he came down from the high and caught his breath. Now that it was over he ought to leave, and for the first time he could admit to himself, he didn't want to.
Myrrine was a rare woman, kind and gentle and somehow she adored him unlike anyone he'd known. He would have to confess what he was to her if he wished to see her outside of these stolen moments, if he ever wished to take her away like he had promised. There was a fear there though, that she would reject him and he would be sent away with nothing. That it would be a risk he could not take and therefore he could never say what he wished nor bring her away with him. The Sariqas would likely not approve in any case, but it was a dream.
Drawing her into a long kiss, Nahash pulled himself free and shifted to the side, holding her close to him as he caught his breath and allowed her the same. It was not wise to linger here, the comfort of her bed was already trying to lull him in, but he could not bring himself to break away, not yet.
Nahash chuckled as she apologized, her desire was impossible to resist and hearing how much she enjoyed him only served to stoke his own lust as he kept up the slow rock of his hips against her own. The kisses she peppered along his cheeks drew his eyes closed, lingering as their lips met and drawing her closer still. Even before he nodded in agreement he knew that he would be taking her away to an inn one night, or as many as he could steal her away for. In the short time he'd known her, he had become almost obsessed. Every moment with her felt like a relief, permission to be someone who he was normally not.
Kissing her as if seeking air, he moaned softly against her lips, tongue brushing with her own and trying to keep them both quiet as their bodies took slow delight in one another. It couldn't last forever as much as he wished it might, each motion brought him closer to the finish that he was trying to keep at bay until he could hold back no longer. Her name was gasped out, gripping her hips tightly against his own with his face hidden in her shoulder as he came down from the high and caught his breath. Now that it was over he ought to leave, and for the first time he could admit to himself, he didn't want to.
Myrrine was a rare woman, kind and gentle and somehow she adored him unlike anyone he'd known. He would have to confess what he was to her if he wished to see her outside of these stolen moments, if he ever wished to take her away like he had promised. There was a fear there though, that she would reject him and he would be sent away with nothing. That it would be a risk he could not take and therefore he could never say what he wished nor bring her away with him. The Sariqas would likely not approve in any case, but it was a dream.
Drawing her into a long kiss, Nahash pulled himself free and shifted to the side, holding her close to him as he caught his breath and allowed her the same. It was not wise to linger here, the comfort of her bed was already trying to lull him in, but he could not bring himself to break away, not yet.
His low chuckle earned a sheepish grin, even as she softened when she met his eyes. She knew she wanted him too much, too deeply. What was supposed to be a meaningless fling had begun an obsession that burned through her, as though her life revolved around him and nothing else. It was dangerous, because it was out of reach. But for now, she couldn’t help but give into it - into him - and enjoy these rare moments.
At least his memory could keep her warm when he was long gone.
Her lips moved over the now familiar lines of his face with a tenderness and warmth that surprised even her. Would her heart have ached for anyone she took to bed, or only for this glorious man above her now? In truth, she lacked the experience to know such a thing, and she didn’t dare ask anyone for advice. Yet... deep within, some instinct told her this was more than just a physical reaction.
She felt him nod in agreement and she shuddered in pure anticipation. How different would it be when there was no need for restraint?
That thought faded quickly as their lips met once more in a fiery passion. He kissed her as though he needed it to survive and she clung to him as the same need coursed through her. Yet this wasn’t the frenzied coupling of the last time. There was a softness between them now, as they sought to linger as long together as they could. But her body was betraying her as each stroke brought her closer to her peak, until she was whimpering, trembling as she spasmed around him. He followed just behind her. He gripped her hips tightly, pressing as deeply into her as he could and she felt his warmth spread through her.
The way he said her name in that moment was a high almost as great as the one he had offered her own body.
She didn’t dare move as he pressed his face into her shoulder - almost didn’t dare breathe. As though the slightest shift would send him leaping out her window once more. She knew she would have to let him go - both tonight and in a more permanent sense - but for the first time in far too long, a small voice inside her piped up to acknowledge what she wanted. And she wanted him to stay.
Finally, he kissed her, long and slow as he pulled himself free. Her hand tangled in his hair, wanted to stay close to him for every last moment she could... and then he pulled her into his arms. He wasn’t leaving just yet. That surprised her somehow, and yet there was no denying the thrill that made her heart leap in her chest.
Her head rested upon his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the rhythm of his breath. It was so easy to close her eyes and drift off in a fantasy where they never said goodbye. When she thought of such things, she could never imagine them here, in her life, with her family. Instead, she always saw them on a ship, sailing off to anywhere else. It was true she didn’t know much about his life - where he went, what he did, what business he was in. But none of that mattered. He tasted like freedom to her.
He made her long to venture off into the unknown. To travel the world as she had once dreamed. To share in adventures with a man who made her heart race and her knees weak with just a look. He was a dream made flesh to her, and some part of her wanted to cling to it tightly, unable to let it go a second time.
Yet she didn’t dare voice any of this, not to herself and certainly not to him. They both knew the realities of this entanglement. To pretend there was anything resembling hope between them was cruel. So she said nothing, instead steering her mind away from dreams and back to the moment. She wanted to be present for every instant he was with her.
Her lips pressed to his chest, her fingers dancing along his exposed skin. “You’re perfect,” she murmured, not even realizing she was speaking aloud. One leg shifted to drape over her as she snuggled against him. “Thank you for coming back to me,” she whispered finally. She didn’t understand why, but she knew he was risking much in returning. She worried her lip slightly, hesitant to ask what was on her mind, yet in the afterglow of their union, she couldn’t hold back.
“I wish there was a way I could come to you as well.”
She glanced up at him, the slightest trace of fear in her eyes, worry that she had said too much. “I know there isn’t,” she quickly reassured him. She hadn’t been trying to pressure him into anything. “It’s just... It probably sounds foolish, but... the way it brightens my day when you arrive at my window... it’s like all the bad washes away for a time. I wish I could give that to you, Hashe.”
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His low chuckle earned a sheepish grin, even as she softened when she met his eyes. She knew she wanted him too much, too deeply. What was supposed to be a meaningless fling had begun an obsession that burned through her, as though her life revolved around him and nothing else. It was dangerous, because it was out of reach. But for now, she couldn’t help but give into it - into him - and enjoy these rare moments.
At least his memory could keep her warm when he was long gone.
Her lips moved over the now familiar lines of his face with a tenderness and warmth that surprised even her. Would her heart have ached for anyone she took to bed, or only for this glorious man above her now? In truth, she lacked the experience to know such a thing, and she didn’t dare ask anyone for advice. Yet... deep within, some instinct told her this was more than just a physical reaction.
She felt him nod in agreement and she shuddered in pure anticipation. How different would it be when there was no need for restraint?
That thought faded quickly as their lips met once more in a fiery passion. He kissed her as though he needed it to survive and she clung to him as the same need coursed through her. Yet this wasn’t the frenzied coupling of the last time. There was a softness between them now, as they sought to linger as long together as they could. But her body was betraying her as each stroke brought her closer to her peak, until she was whimpering, trembling as she spasmed around him. He followed just behind her. He gripped her hips tightly, pressing as deeply into her as he could and she felt his warmth spread through her.
The way he said her name in that moment was a high almost as great as the one he had offered her own body.
She didn’t dare move as he pressed his face into her shoulder - almost didn’t dare breathe. As though the slightest shift would send him leaping out her window once more. She knew she would have to let him go - both tonight and in a more permanent sense - but for the first time in far too long, a small voice inside her piped up to acknowledge what she wanted. And she wanted him to stay.
Finally, he kissed her, long and slow as he pulled himself free. Her hand tangled in his hair, wanted to stay close to him for every last moment she could... and then he pulled her into his arms. He wasn’t leaving just yet. That surprised her somehow, and yet there was no denying the thrill that made her heart leap in her chest.
Her head rested upon his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the rhythm of his breath. It was so easy to close her eyes and drift off in a fantasy where they never said goodbye. When she thought of such things, she could never imagine them here, in her life, with her family. Instead, she always saw them on a ship, sailing off to anywhere else. It was true she didn’t know much about his life - where he went, what he did, what business he was in. But none of that mattered. He tasted like freedom to her.
He made her long to venture off into the unknown. To travel the world as she had once dreamed. To share in adventures with a man who made her heart race and her knees weak with just a look. He was a dream made flesh to her, and some part of her wanted to cling to it tightly, unable to let it go a second time.
Yet she didn’t dare voice any of this, not to herself and certainly not to him. They both knew the realities of this entanglement. To pretend there was anything resembling hope between them was cruel. So she said nothing, instead steering her mind away from dreams and back to the moment. She wanted to be present for every instant he was with her.
Her lips pressed to his chest, her fingers dancing along his exposed skin. “You’re perfect,” she murmured, not even realizing she was speaking aloud. One leg shifted to drape over her as she snuggled against him. “Thank you for coming back to me,” she whispered finally. She didn’t understand why, but she knew he was risking much in returning. She worried her lip slightly, hesitant to ask what was on her mind, yet in the afterglow of their union, she couldn’t hold back.
“I wish there was a way I could come to you as well.”
She glanced up at him, the slightest trace of fear in her eyes, worry that she had said too much. “I know there isn’t,” she quickly reassured him. She hadn’t been trying to pressure him into anything. “It’s just... It probably sounds foolish, but... the way it brightens my day when you arrive at my window... it’s like all the bad washes away for a time. I wish I could give that to you, Hashe.”
His low chuckle earned a sheepish grin, even as she softened when she met his eyes. She knew she wanted him too much, too deeply. What was supposed to be a meaningless fling had begun an obsession that burned through her, as though her life revolved around him and nothing else. It was dangerous, because it was out of reach. But for now, she couldn’t help but give into it - into him - and enjoy these rare moments.
At least his memory could keep her warm when he was long gone.
Her lips moved over the now familiar lines of his face with a tenderness and warmth that surprised even her. Would her heart have ached for anyone she took to bed, or only for this glorious man above her now? In truth, she lacked the experience to know such a thing, and she didn’t dare ask anyone for advice. Yet... deep within, some instinct told her this was more than just a physical reaction.
She felt him nod in agreement and she shuddered in pure anticipation. How different would it be when there was no need for restraint?
That thought faded quickly as their lips met once more in a fiery passion. He kissed her as though he needed it to survive and she clung to him as the same need coursed through her. Yet this wasn’t the frenzied coupling of the last time. There was a softness between them now, as they sought to linger as long together as they could. But her body was betraying her as each stroke brought her closer to her peak, until she was whimpering, trembling as she spasmed around him. He followed just behind her. He gripped her hips tightly, pressing as deeply into her as he could and she felt his warmth spread through her.
The way he said her name in that moment was a high almost as great as the one he had offered her own body.
She didn’t dare move as he pressed his face into her shoulder - almost didn’t dare breathe. As though the slightest shift would send him leaping out her window once more. She knew she would have to let him go - both tonight and in a more permanent sense - but for the first time in far too long, a small voice inside her piped up to acknowledge what she wanted. And she wanted him to stay.
Finally, he kissed her, long and slow as he pulled himself free. Her hand tangled in his hair, wanted to stay close to him for every last moment she could... and then he pulled her into his arms. He wasn’t leaving just yet. That surprised her somehow, and yet there was no denying the thrill that made her heart leap in her chest.
Her head rested upon his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the rhythm of his breath. It was so easy to close her eyes and drift off in a fantasy where they never said goodbye. When she thought of such things, she could never imagine them here, in her life, with her family. Instead, she always saw them on a ship, sailing off to anywhere else. It was true she didn’t know much about his life - where he went, what he did, what business he was in. But none of that mattered. He tasted like freedom to her.
He made her long to venture off into the unknown. To travel the world as she had once dreamed. To share in adventures with a man who made her heart race and her knees weak with just a look. He was a dream made flesh to her, and some part of her wanted to cling to it tightly, unable to let it go a second time.
Yet she didn’t dare voice any of this, not to herself and certainly not to him. They both knew the realities of this entanglement. To pretend there was anything resembling hope between them was cruel. So she said nothing, instead steering her mind away from dreams and back to the moment. She wanted to be present for every instant he was with her.
Her lips pressed to his chest, her fingers dancing along his exposed skin. “You’re perfect,” she murmured, not even realizing she was speaking aloud. One leg shifted to drape over her as she snuggled against him. “Thank you for coming back to me,” she whispered finally. She didn’t understand why, but she knew he was risking much in returning. She worried her lip slightly, hesitant to ask what was on her mind, yet in the afterglow of their union, she couldn’t hold back.
“I wish there was a way I could come to you as well.”
She glanced up at him, the slightest trace of fear in her eyes, worry that she had said too much. “I know there isn’t,” she quickly reassured him. She hadn’t been trying to pressure him into anything. “It’s just... It probably sounds foolish, but... the way it brightens my day when you arrive at my window... it’s like all the bad washes away for a time. I wish I could give that to you, Hashe.”
With Myrrine tucked against him he found his most foolish thoughts brought to the surface. For the first time he could remember he wanted to tell someone about his life, about what he was trying to achieve. He wanted to hear what she thought about his plans and the advice that she could give, the sweet support she would offer without a second thought. But if he broke that silence and spoke too much she would no doubt turn away from him. He was the monster in the shadows to people like her, and though their tryst was like a tale from old stories of love and romance, he was certain that would cool if she found out what he was.
In a moment his resolve was nearly shattered, her whispered words of affection did not belong to him, they belonged to the character they had created in her head, the fiction of Hashe the man, not Nahash the sand snake. He tightened his hold on her, taking in a few more deep breaths before he looked down at her, brushing his fingers gently against her hairline and down along her jaw.
"I am not perfect, no one ever could be." Nahash kissed her forehead, his lips still pressed to her skin as he spoke again. "My brothers are far too aware of what goes on, or I would bring you back. And I fear they would not want to let you leave once they met you. You would need to be prepared to be one of us forever."
She would never know the extent of what he meant, what it would mean if he asked her to come with him, if she came along. She would have to leave her family, not tell them anything about the man she was going with, not be able to come back and tell stories of her adventures. Anyone leaving a trail behind would not last long in his world, and though he trusted her, he couldn't see her cutting ties with her family, nor they allowing her to do so. His brothers and sisters would not let her live if she wished to leave.
"Have you told anyone, about me? Us."
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With Myrrine tucked against him he found his most foolish thoughts brought to the surface. For the first time he could remember he wanted to tell someone about his life, about what he was trying to achieve. He wanted to hear what she thought about his plans and the advice that she could give, the sweet support she would offer without a second thought. But if he broke that silence and spoke too much she would no doubt turn away from him. He was the monster in the shadows to people like her, and though their tryst was like a tale from old stories of love and romance, he was certain that would cool if she found out what he was.
In a moment his resolve was nearly shattered, her whispered words of affection did not belong to him, they belonged to the character they had created in her head, the fiction of Hashe the man, not Nahash the sand snake. He tightened his hold on her, taking in a few more deep breaths before he looked down at her, brushing his fingers gently against her hairline and down along her jaw.
"I am not perfect, no one ever could be." Nahash kissed her forehead, his lips still pressed to her skin as he spoke again. "My brothers are far too aware of what goes on, or I would bring you back. And I fear they would not want to let you leave once they met you. You would need to be prepared to be one of us forever."
She would never know the extent of what he meant, what it would mean if he asked her to come with him, if she came along. She would have to leave her family, not tell them anything about the man she was going with, not be able to come back and tell stories of her adventures. Anyone leaving a trail behind would not last long in his world, and though he trusted her, he couldn't see her cutting ties with her family, nor they allowing her to do so. His brothers and sisters would not let her live if she wished to leave.
"Have you told anyone, about me? Us."
With Myrrine tucked against him he found his most foolish thoughts brought to the surface. For the first time he could remember he wanted to tell someone about his life, about what he was trying to achieve. He wanted to hear what she thought about his plans and the advice that she could give, the sweet support she would offer without a second thought. But if he broke that silence and spoke too much she would no doubt turn away from him. He was the monster in the shadows to people like her, and though their tryst was like a tale from old stories of love and romance, he was certain that would cool if she found out what he was.
In a moment his resolve was nearly shattered, her whispered words of affection did not belong to him, they belonged to the character they had created in her head, the fiction of Hashe the man, not Nahash the sand snake. He tightened his hold on her, taking in a few more deep breaths before he looked down at her, brushing his fingers gently against her hairline and down along her jaw.
"I am not perfect, no one ever could be." Nahash kissed her forehead, his lips still pressed to her skin as he spoke again. "My brothers are far too aware of what goes on, or I would bring you back. And I fear they would not want to let you leave once they met you. You would need to be prepared to be one of us forever."
She would never know the extent of what he meant, what it would mean if he asked her to come with him, if she came along. She would have to leave her family, not tell them anything about the man she was going with, not be able to come back and tell stories of her adventures. Anyone leaving a trail behind would not last long in his world, and though he trusted her, he couldn't see her cutting ties with her family, nor they allowing her to do so. His brothers and sisters would not let her live if she wished to leave.
"Have you told anyone, about me? Us."
Tucked against him like this, Myrrine felt like herself for the first time in longer than she could remember. Her life had become about playing a role a long time ago. Her role of sister was more like that of mother. Her role of daughter had her running the shop and tending to the house. And she did it all without praise or recognition or even appreciation. It was simply her duty. No one cared about what she wanted. What brought her joy.
Except Hashe.
He had proved that tonight, even though she’d held no doubt about that fact. It didn’t matter how impossible this tryst was. She had been waiting for him without ever even knowing it. Handsome men had never mattered to her before, but Hashe... just a look left her breathless and wanting. No one else had even tempted her before, and yet one walk with him and she had nearly given herself to him in a backalley. There was something about him that spoke to her soul.
She had never expected to have even one lover in her lifetime. But if she was to have only one... she was glad it was him.
His hold on her tightened slightly, holding her silently for several moments. His fingers moved over her face, tracing her hairline and jaw. Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, pressing a kiss of her own to his chest in silent reply. “I know,” she whispered softly. “But you’re more than I ever dreamed of,” she continued. His lips brushed against her skin as he spoke and let his words carry her to some imaginary distant life she might have had. “That doesn’t sound so terrible,” she murmured in reply. They both knew it wasn’t possible. She didn’t need to explain that. “I hope they would like me so well as that,” she continued with a soft smile, prolonging the fantasy just a moment longer.
She had convinced herself for so long that she was happy with her life, that she wanted nothing more than her sibling’s happiness. But Hashe had awoken something deep within her that longed for more. That wanted to run away with him. That wanted to pretend she had no ties to bind her here. That wanted it so badly that as she lay here with him, it was as though nothing else existed but the two of them. He was her escape, and she never wanted it to end.
That wasn’t realistic, but she didn’t want to think about that right now.
Her eyes opened as he asked if anyone knew about them. It had never been explained, but she had always known this was a secret between them. She had her own reasons for not wanting anyone to know after all. But something about him asking so directly pained her heart just a little bit. Some secret tender part of her worrying that he was ashamed of her. But she pushed that away as it surely had to be something else. That’s what she wanted to believe at least.
Myrrine tilted her head back to look at him once more.
“Of course not...” she said softly, feeling almost like she’d been scolded. “I would never betray you like that.” Why it would be a betrayal she didn’t know, but there was a truth to the words that she knew could not be denied. “No one knows about you, Hashe. Not that anyone would believe me anyway,” she teased lightly, reaching up to gently tug at his beard. It was true though. She wasn’t the sort of woman who attracted such attention.
Her expression softened as she shifted so she could gently kiss his lips, her fingertips sweetly brushing over his cheek and through his hair. “We have so little time... I don’t want to share you with the world. This is too precious to risk so needlessly,” she whispered, hoping he would understand.
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Tucked against him like this, Myrrine felt like herself for the first time in longer than she could remember. Her life had become about playing a role a long time ago. Her role of sister was more like that of mother. Her role of daughter had her running the shop and tending to the house. And she did it all without praise or recognition or even appreciation. It was simply her duty. No one cared about what she wanted. What brought her joy.
Except Hashe.
He had proved that tonight, even though she’d held no doubt about that fact. It didn’t matter how impossible this tryst was. She had been waiting for him without ever even knowing it. Handsome men had never mattered to her before, but Hashe... just a look left her breathless and wanting. No one else had even tempted her before, and yet one walk with him and she had nearly given herself to him in a backalley. There was something about him that spoke to her soul.
She had never expected to have even one lover in her lifetime. But if she was to have only one... she was glad it was him.
His hold on her tightened slightly, holding her silently for several moments. His fingers moved over her face, tracing her hairline and jaw. Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, pressing a kiss of her own to his chest in silent reply. “I know,” she whispered softly. “But you’re more than I ever dreamed of,” she continued. His lips brushed against her skin as he spoke and let his words carry her to some imaginary distant life she might have had. “That doesn’t sound so terrible,” she murmured in reply. They both knew it wasn’t possible. She didn’t need to explain that. “I hope they would like me so well as that,” she continued with a soft smile, prolonging the fantasy just a moment longer.
She had convinced herself for so long that she was happy with her life, that she wanted nothing more than her sibling’s happiness. But Hashe had awoken something deep within her that longed for more. That wanted to run away with him. That wanted to pretend she had no ties to bind her here. That wanted it so badly that as she lay here with him, it was as though nothing else existed but the two of them. He was her escape, and she never wanted it to end.
That wasn’t realistic, but she didn’t want to think about that right now.
Her eyes opened as he asked if anyone knew about them. It had never been explained, but she had always known this was a secret between them. She had her own reasons for not wanting anyone to know after all. But something about him asking so directly pained her heart just a little bit. Some secret tender part of her worrying that he was ashamed of her. But she pushed that away as it surely had to be something else. That’s what she wanted to believe at least.
Myrrine tilted her head back to look at him once more.
“Of course not...” she said softly, feeling almost like she’d been scolded. “I would never betray you like that.” Why it would be a betrayal she didn’t know, but there was a truth to the words that she knew could not be denied. “No one knows about you, Hashe. Not that anyone would believe me anyway,” she teased lightly, reaching up to gently tug at his beard. It was true though. She wasn’t the sort of woman who attracted such attention.
Her expression softened as she shifted so she could gently kiss his lips, her fingertips sweetly brushing over his cheek and through his hair. “We have so little time... I don’t want to share you with the world. This is too precious to risk so needlessly,” she whispered, hoping he would understand.
Tucked against him like this, Myrrine felt like herself for the first time in longer than she could remember. Her life had become about playing a role a long time ago. Her role of sister was more like that of mother. Her role of daughter had her running the shop and tending to the house. And she did it all without praise or recognition or even appreciation. It was simply her duty. No one cared about what she wanted. What brought her joy.
Except Hashe.
He had proved that tonight, even though she’d held no doubt about that fact. It didn’t matter how impossible this tryst was. She had been waiting for him without ever even knowing it. Handsome men had never mattered to her before, but Hashe... just a look left her breathless and wanting. No one else had even tempted her before, and yet one walk with him and she had nearly given herself to him in a backalley. There was something about him that spoke to her soul.
She had never expected to have even one lover in her lifetime. But if she was to have only one... she was glad it was him.
His hold on her tightened slightly, holding her silently for several moments. His fingers moved over her face, tracing her hairline and jaw. Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, pressing a kiss of her own to his chest in silent reply. “I know,” she whispered softly. “But you’re more than I ever dreamed of,” she continued. His lips brushed against her skin as he spoke and let his words carry her to some imaginary distant life she might have had. “That doesn’t sound so terrible,” she murmured in reply. They both knew it wasn’t possible. She didn’t need to explain that. “I hope they would like me so well as that,” she continued with a soft smile, prolonging the fantasy just a moment longer.
She had convinced herself for so long that she was happy with her life, that she wanted nothing more than her sibling’s happiness. But Hashe had awoken something deep within her that longed for more. That wanted to run away with him. That wanted to pretend she had no ties to bind her here. That wanted it so badly that as she lay here with him, it was as though nothing else existed but the two of them. He was her escape, and she never wanted it to end.
That wasn’t realistic, but she didn’t want to think about that right now.
Her eyes opened as he asked if anyone knew about them. It had never been explained, but she had always known this was a secret between them. She had her own reasons for not wanting anyone to know after all. But something about him asking so directly pained her heart just a little bit. Some secret tender part of her worrying that he was ashamed of her. But she pushed that away as it surely had to be something else. That’s what she wanted to believe at least.
Myrrine tilted her head back to look at him once more.
“Of course not...” she said softly, feeling almost like she’d been scolded. “I would never betray you like that.” Why it would be a betrayal she didn’t know, but there was a truth to the words that she knew could not be denied. “No one knows about you, Hashe. Not that anyone would believe me anyway,” she teased lightly, reaching up to gently tug at his beard. It was true though. She wasn’t the sort of woman who attracted such attention.
Her expression softened as she shifted so she could gently kiss his lips, her fingertips sweetly brushing over his cheek and through his hair. “We have so little time... I don’t want to share you with the world. This is too precious to risk so needlessly,” she whispered, hoping he would understand.