She shifted herself forward onto him, felt his c*ck slide under her as she moved. She felt it push in against her underwear so focused on him she'd been, she'd forgotten to remove it. But the teasing feel of it against her through the cloth was tantalizing.

She experimented, shifting forward, back, sliding against it. Felt the hardness of him pressing against her cl*t, along her secret lips she moaned, her vision going white with ecstasy. Every time she moved, every time she even breathed, the world seemed to slow down. She felt the tip of it pressing against her gates. It felt like it might tear through the cloth to penetrate her. She wished that it would.

She shifted again, and his thwarted c*ck slid forward, rubbing her clit again. She moaned loudly. All her sensations seemed so much stronger in this position. Everything else had fallen away into the white. There was only herself and Aden, only the sensations of her body rubbing against his.

Ilyin! Aden cried out. He was shuddering, caught between anticipation and ecstasy himself.

Is, she breathed, struggling to find words as she focused on her movement, is this enough?

He was half-mad with the desire she'd raised in him. This was new to him, to be the one tended to. It made him burn for her.

Enough, he barely managed to croak out the word as, his patience broken, he grabbed her hungrily.

She gasped as he pulled her out of the whiteness and back into the dim light of the room. He flipped them both easily, laying her on the bed and rolling atop her.

Now, he said, his breathing labored with desire as he roughly pulled her underwear free and slid inside her.

Mmmm! she said, biting her lip to keep from crying out. He slid in easily, so well-oiled she was from rolling against him, and her walls squeezed tight against him. He shuddered as he drove it in to its full length.

Ilyin!

He retreated just slightly, and the motion seemed to harden him still more. Her back arched and she cried out. The sound of her shattered the last of his restraint, and he thrusted again, roughly.

Ahahh! Ilyin cried again, gasping.

Soso sweet, Aden breathed, the words falling from his mouth as though he wasn't aware of them.

His vision swam. His body hungered for her like a beast separate from himself, wanting to grip her tighter, thrust harder, love her savagely. He barely held it in check, thankful she couldn't see the dark impulses that struggled to overcome him.

He pulled free completely, then drove back in fully. Ilyin moaned loudly, her body bucked at the sensation.

Their moans blended, rose together as their pace quickened. Ilyin's fingers wrapped themselves in the sheets, and she clenched them tightly until her knuckles were white. Then their wave broke as one when they hit their moment. The whole room seemed to shake as they spasmed.

Aden! Ilyin screamed as he burst within her. They shuddered, staying clenched together in a long moment before collapsing together.

They lay for a long moment, gasping, recovering from the waves of bliss that echoed through them. Aden shifted, curling up behind her. He bit her ear gently, and Ilyin shuddered.

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Tell me what you want, he breathed.

Not for others, he thought. For yourself. Tell me your wish.

Tell me, he said, and I will give it. I will give you anything.

Aden, she whispered, her breath still settling from their furious lovemaking. It was less a response to his words than merely another aftershock of their climax, like the tremors that still raced through her skin.

Tell me, he said again. He bit her ear gently, and she shuddered. Then he kissed her shoulder lightly, then again. And again.

I want, she said, finding her way back to words, I want you to remember yourself. Remember those who serve you. Think of who you want to be, and how you want them to see you.

Even now, she was without ambitions for herself. Her heart felt greed only for the sake of others. Aden felt a flash of regret for testing it.

She gave her warmth as freely as the summer sun, without guile or agenda but simply because it flowed from her unforced. She loved him, truly. And loved his people, and she there was nothing she wanted for herself that she would take over even the humblest of them.

It was a deeper beauty than that of her face, her body, and the truth of it stoked the fire in his heart anew. His kisses began to linger on her shoulder longer, and his hands began to move again across her skin. He felt her shift against him, responding to his touch.

That is my wish, she breathed.

His hand roamed across her shoulder, her bre*st, his touch growing hungrier as his heat rose again. He kissed her neck, and she turned her face to meet him. As they kissed, she rolled her body toward his, then they rolled back together, bringing him on top of her again.

Then I will do it, he whispered, always.

Then he kissed her again, deeply, as he moved himself into position. His c*ck found her gates again, and she clutched at his back as he entered. They moved together slowly at first, then passion overtook them, and the rest of the night fell into a blur of pleasure.

She awoke before him the next morning, for the first time. He was always so busy, coming to bed after her and always waking up earlier, no matter how she tried to pull him to bed sooner.

Normally, she woke to his smiling face unless he was too busy to stay. Did you sleep well, he would ask. Even when duty took him away before she woke, he would return to knock on the door and ask, as though he could sense when she opened her eyes.

But this time, it was her kissing him awake, her smiling face waiting for his eyes to open.

Did you sleep well? she asked.