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“Or shall I remind you?”

It took you a few seconds to process his words, his warm breath robbing you of a proper train of thought. He remained still, hovering expectantly above you as he awaited your answer.

“I…” you began slowly, wincing at the wanton edge in your voice, “I do think my memory is a little faded. Perhaps you can help me remember?” Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him place a surprisingly tender open-mouthed kiss on the side of your neck, and you let out a nearly inaudible whimper.

“It started something like this, didn’t it?” he asked, planting a few more kisses on your skin, hands running up your sides.

“Y-yes,” you said, one hand behind his head and the other clutching at his back, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved over you. You bit your lip when you felt his teeth graze over your neck as his mouth traveled downward, leaving searing hot kisses in its wake.

“And then…” you said, both your hands around his face, feeling his headwrap under your fingers, “like this.” Hesitantly, you began to unwrap the cloth, glancing into his fiery eyes for permission. When he stared back at you, unmoving, you unbound the cloth until his violet mane tumbled out over his broad shoulders.

“Mmm,” he hummed when you dug your fingers into his hair, ducking down to hungrily suck on your neck again, a hickey appearing before your healing ability made it fade away.

“Kars,” you whispered.

He looked up at you, his hooded eyes fastened onto yours.

“Kiss me.”

“But I am, dear.”

“On the mouth.”

He smirked, leaning down to your lips, but he stopped when his mouth was mere inches away from yours. “What do you say?” he asked in a whisper, one hand cupping your face.

Any other time you would have been annoyed by his superiority complex, but now you were too turned on to care. “Please,” you whined. “Please, Kars.”

“Lord Kars,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Please Lord Kars,” you practically panted out.

His smooth lips crashed into yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your hands tightened their grip on the back of his head, greedily returning the kiss. Your heart, which felt like it was beating for the first time in thousands of years, stuttered in your chest when you felt his tongue against your lips. This kiss… in it, you felt all his passion, all his longing, all his need. You felt all the long years you’d spent apart in the way his lips collided with yours. Opening your mouth, you allowed him to claim it. He moaned into your mouth, his hands moving down to cup your breasts. Arching into his touch, you felt your thoughts growing incoherent.

Your body was on fire, and with every touch Kars only fanned the flames.

With one hand he grabbed your thigh, guiding it to rest on his hip as he shamelessly ground into you. Between his relentless kisses and rocking hips, you couldn’t help but let out a moan. A molten heat was slowly building in your core, a fire that only he could quench.

“Kars,” you panted when his lips finally drew away from yours, “Kars, please.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the lust burning in his dark eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his swollen lips.

“Lord Kars, please take me.”

“You know…” he began, gracefully removing all your clothes for you. Somehow it felt like he was dressing you in nakedness, until you felt complete. His eyes raked over your body, licking his lips again. “…I think you said those exact words on that night.” Then he undressed himself, and you couldn’t do anything but stare at his beautifully muscled form as he leaned over you again. “The night we became one.”

I love you. He swallowed those words with another heated kiss on your lips, growling against them as his fingers trailed down your belly. You fought back a moan, and the heat in your core grew when you realized what he was intending on doing with them. He gently nudged your thigh to the side, his hand giving your sex an experimental stroke.

Your mouth abruptly broke from his as you threw your head back, gasping at the wall of pleasure. Your body automatically arched against his, desperate for any sort of friction. Another one tore from your throat when two of his fingers dipped inside you.

“Damn, you’re so wet already,” he growled against your neck before sucking on it again, pressing his body flush against yours.

“Kars, please,” you panted, letting out a shameless moan when his fingers curled inside you. “Please take me.”

“Lord Kars. Say it.”

“Please, Lord Kars,” you whined, your nails clutching at his back.

The sudden absence of his fingers made you want to cry out, but before you could do so he’d pushed his length inside you. You both gasped at the wave of pleasure that washed over you, and you tightened your legs around his hips. Kars let out what sounded like a mix of a growl and a moan, biting the flesh between your neck and shoulder and gripping your hips as he started to move.

You were reduced to animals, governed by urges and sensations. And you loved it.

His hips rolled against yours, picking up a rhythm as he increased his pace. Soon the two of you were out of breath, unbridled sounds falling from your mouths as you relished the pleasure of the coiled spring in your core tightening.

“I’m close,” you panted out, tightening your grip on his back.

“Then come.” His words were caught between speaking and moaning. “Come for me, ______.”

Paired with his husky voice and one more thrust, you were sent flying over the edge, all the air ripped from your lungs as you rode out the waves of pleasure. You tightening around him was enough to send Kars there as well, and as he came he clawed at the ground by your head and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, a muffled moan coming from his mouth.

When your senses finally returned, you turned to see Kars laying next to you, chest heaving and eyes heavy-lidded. You looked at him and smiled as you caught your breath.

“Now do you remember?” he asked, pulling you close to him.

“Yes,” you answered coyly, “my memory serves me quite well now. Thank you for refreshing it.”

He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll always be here to remind you, my queen,” he whispered, kissing your forehead with uncharacteristic tenderness.

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“Or shall I remind you?”

It took you a few seconds to process his words, his warm breath robbing you of a proper train of thought. He remained still, hovering expectantly above you as he awaited your answer.

“I…” you began slowly, wincing at the wanton edge in your voice, “I do think my memory is a little faded. Perhaps you can help me remember?” Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him place a surprisingly tender open-mouthed kiss on the side of your neck, and you let out a nearly inaudible whimper.

“It started something like this, didn’t it?” he asked, planting a few more kisses on your skin, hands running up your sides.

“Y-yes,” you said, one hand behind his head and the other clutching at his back, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved over you. You bit your lip when you felt his teeth graze over your neck as his mouth traveled downward, leaving searing hot kisses in its wake.

“And then…” you said, both your hands around his face, feeling his headwrap under your fingers, “like this.” Hesitantly, you began to unwrap the cloth, glancing into his fiery eyes for permission. When he stared back at you, unmoving, you unbound the cloth until his violet mane tumbled out over his broad shoulders.

“Mmm,” he hummed when you dug your fingers into his hair, ducking down to hungrily suck on your neck again, a hickey appearing before your healing ability made it fade away.

“Kars,” you whispered.

He looked up at you, his hooded eyes fastened onto yours.

“Kiss me.”

“But I am, dear.”

“On the mouth.”

He smirked, leaning down to your lips, but he stopped when his mouth was mere inches away from yours. “What do you say?” he asked in a whisper, one hand cupping your face.

Any other time you would have been annoyed by his superiority complex, but now you were too turned on to care. “Please,” you whined. “Please, Kars.”

“Lord Kars,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Please Lord Kars,” you practically panted out.

His smooth lips crashed into yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your hands tightened their grip on the back of his head, greedily returning the kiss. Your heart, which felt like it was beating for the first time in thousands of years, stuttered in your chest when you felt his tongue against your lips. This kiss… in it, you felt all his passion, all his longing, all his need. You felt all the long years you’d spent apart in the way his lips collided with yours. Opening your mouth, you allowed him to claim it. He moaned into your mouth, his hands moving down to cup your breasts. Arching into his touch, you felt your thoughts growing incoherent.

Your body was on fire, and with every touch Kars only fanned the flames.

With one hand he grabbed your thigh, guiding it to rest on his hip as he shamelessly ground into you. Between his relentless kisses and rocking hips, you couldn’t help but let out a moan. A molten heat was slowly building in your core, a fire that only he could quench.

“Kars,” you panted when his lips finally drew away from yours, “Kars, please.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the lust burning in his dark eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his swollen lips.

“Lord Kars, please take me.”

“You know…” he began, gracefully removing all your clothes for you. Somehow it felt like he was dressing you in nakedness, until you felt complete. His eyes raked over your body, licking his lips again. “…I think you said those exact words on that night.” Then he undressed himself, and you couldn’t do anything but stare at his beautifully muscled form as he leaned over you again. “The night we became one.”

I love you. He swallowed those words with another heated kiss on your lips, growling against them as his fingers trailed down your belly. You fought back a moan, and the heat in your core grew when you realized what he was intending on doing with them. He gently nudged your thigh to the side, his hand giving your sex an experimental stroke.

Your mouth abruptly broke from his as you threw your head back, gasping at the wall of pleasure. Your body automatically arched against his, desperate for any sort of friction. Another one tore from your throat when two of his fingers dipped inside you.

“Damn, you’re so wet already,” he growled against your neck before sucking on it again, pressing his body flush against yours.

“Kars, please,” you panted, letting out a shameless moan when his fingers curled inside you. “Please take me.”

“Lord Kars. Say it.”

“Please, Lord Kars,” you whined, your nails clutching at his back.

The sudden absence of his fingers made you want to cry out, but before you could do so he’d pushed his length inside you. You both gasped at the wave of pleasure that washed over you, and you tightened your legs around his hips. Kars let out what sounded like a mix of a growl and a moan, biting the flesh between your neck and shoulder and gripping your hips as he started to move.

You were reduced to animals, governed by urges and sensations. And you loved it.

His hips rolled against yours, picking up a rhythm as he increased his pace. Soon the two of you were out of breath, unbridled sounds falling from your mouths as you relished the pleasure of the coiled spring in your core tightening.

“I’m close,” you panted out, tightening your grip on his back.

“Then come.” His words were caught between speaking and moaning. “Come for me, ______.”

Paired with his husky voice and one more thrust, you were sent flying over the edge, all the air ripped from your lungs as you rode out the waves of pleasure. You tightening around him was enough to send Kars there as well, and as he came he clawed at the ground by your head and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, a muffled moan coming from his mouth.

When your senses finally returned, you turned to see Kars laying next to you, chest heaving and eyes heavy-lidded. You looked at him and smiled as you caught your breath.

“Now do you remember?” he asked, pulling you close to him.

“Yes,” you answered coyly, “my memory serves me quite well now. Thank you for refreshing it.”

He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll always be here to remind you, my queen,” he whispered, kissing your forehead with uncharacteristic tenderness.