by Audra Hart
They lie joined and still for over an hour after their bodies find release. Finally, Luca rises up to look into her face. He can tell by her breathing that she is awake, though her eyes are closed. When she feels him draw away, she opens her eyes and smiles a gentle smile. “Are you comfortable?” he asks.
“Beyond comfortable, thank you,” she whispers. Her right hand begins to slowly tracing gentle patterns on his back. “I don’t think I have ever felt closer to you,” she admits. “It just couldn’t be possible to be any closer to someone and not become the same person.”
“Morna, I too have never felt closer to you than I do at this moment. I love you. My beloved. My Morna,” he whispers in her ear, then trails kisses down her neck. It is obvious that neither of them want to move, but he’s concerned she needs to eat, so he says, “Love, you should eat something. Why don‘t you get dressed and let me take you out to dinner?” The both laugh softly when her stomach grumbles quietly in agreement.
She reaches up with her left hand to stroke the back of his neck. “I don’t want to break this mood, or whatever it is. I don’t want to move,” she admits. “But I will call room service and get a burger or something if you promise we will come right back to this after I eat.”
“Of course,” he assures her, he is just as reluctant as she is to move. He reaches out and grabs the phone from the bedside table, when the desk clerk answers he asks for room service. When the room service clerk answers, he tells her what room they are in and asks for a hamburger, medium well with mushrooms and Swiss cheese. And an ice cold coke in a can and a half a dozen bottles of cold water. Then he thanks the clerk and hangs the phone up. He returns his arm to previous position holding her face. “Love I don’t want you to start hurting from being the same position too long, so I am going to shift us on to our sides,” he warns her before moving.
She kisses him passionately, celebrating his kindness and consideration for her in all things. She is staggered by the depth of her feeling for him and she knows that his feeling for her meets or probably exceeds her own. “I think I may be broken hearted when the food arrives and we have to move,” she admits.
He laughs joyously and agrees, “Me too love, me too.” He kisses her gently, and asks, “How is the head feeling?”
“What head?” she laughs, then adds more seriously. “It aches a little. Hardly noticeable. I wouldn’t have noticed had you not asked.” She giggles softly and kisses him again. She nuzzles into his chest and closes her eyes. She has never in her life, probably in all of her lives, felt more secure, safe and loved than she does at this moment. Her hand comes up and caresses the perfect, icy planes and contours of his chest. She breathes deeply of his scent. He plants a silent kiss on her neck, then moves up and nips her ear lobe with his hard, cold lips. She moans softly. She reaches down with her other hand and strokes his rock hard abdomen, slowly trailing her fingers lower, then teasingly moves them back up wards at his sharp intake of breath.
Just then room service knocks on their door. They both laugh softly. He kisses her and flies out of bed into the bathroom to grab a robe, then comes back to the bed and says, “Stay put” and kisses her again, then flies to door to sign for her supper. He thanks the attendant, adds a generous tip to the ticket and walks quickly to the bed.
He sets the tray on the bedside table and says, “Stay put, for just a moment longer.” He kisses her lightly on the lips, then peels out of the robe and sits on the bed against the headboard and gently scoots her up until she is sitting between his splayed legs with her back leaned against his naked, ice cold chest and rock hard belly, and her rump is against his granite hard, equally cold manhood. She moans softly as she melts back into him, reaching up with her right arm to encircle his neck. He kisses her neck and then her cheek in response.
He moves the tray off the bedside table onto her lap. She groans softly, “How am I supposed to eat right now,” she asks mildly perturbed.
He encircles her waist with both of his arms and says, “One bite at a time.”
Then they laugh together. His hand darts out on the tray and he snags her napkin spreads it out over her lap. Then he opens her coke single handedly, and says, “Eat! We have something much more rewarding to do as soon as you finish.”
She picks up her burger and takes the first bite. It is absolutely delicious. She picks that moment to gently grind her butt into him, and they moan in unison. Then they both laugh uproariously. She takes another bite of the burger and then a big drink of the coke. She picks up the napkin to wipe her mouth and then leans back into him and sighs slightly.
“No way lady, finish it,” he rumbles.
“Oh I intend to,” she smirks. And takes another bite. Then asks, “Does this remind you of anything?”
He laughs and says, “I was wondering if you would remember, but which one do you remember?”
“The picnic in Wyoming and as well as the one in glen under that ancient oak tree I loved so much. I taught you the levitating spell.” She reaches out with her left hand, and raises it a quarter of an inch and her plate levitates off the tray six inches.
“Brava!” encourages Luca. She lowers her hand gently and the plate returns to the tray without a sound. “Very good indeed, my dear,” he beams proudly.
She takes another drink of the coke, and follows it with another bite of the burger. She wipes her mouth with the napkin and says, “Honestly, if I finish it I won’t be up to loving you for another half hour or longer. And we both know I will need the necessary before then. Either way I am afraid we are going to have to move.”
“I know, and you will want to wash your hands and brush your teeth. Oh well, it was nice thought,” He sighs dramatically.
She giggles because she knows he is playing her, but she is going to go along. She rises up and sets the tray on the bed side table and quickly twists around to straddle his lap.
“Brava, again” he says with a bit of a smirk.
She laughs, “Yeah right, I know you played me baby.” She leans back and winks mischievously.
And then she leans in and kisses him, and he murmurs, “Yummy, burger breath.” And places his hands behind her head and draws her closer to him.
She sighs and says, “Don’t push it, I am really self-conscious about that stuff.” Luca’s only response is to smile gently and kiss the tip of her nose.
Morna smiles back before she kisses him again as she raises up and positions herself over his erection and slides down easily taking his fullness into her. They both moan loudly and in unison. She locks her hands around his neck and he plants his hands on her hips, as she rises and falls in an unhurried, and completely joyful ride to a mutual climax.
When she finally collapses onto him she is glad she ate the burger after all, because she really doesn’t know how she would have had the strength to get up after that without the sustenance. As her breathing slows she is kissing his chest and stroking his perfectly formed shoulders.
He still has his hands on her hips and is now swirling his hands in slow circles. He inhales deeply of her scent, and slight tremor goes through his body. He wonders if she would be upset if he drove out into the country to hunt.
She lifts her head so that she can look into his face. She is thoughtful for a second and then says, “I think someone else needs some sustenance.”
He laughs heartily and accuses her of being a mind reader. “Sorry darling,” she says, “that’s not one of my talents. But I am a talented body reader, well, when it’s your body anyway. You need to hunt,” she states matter of factly.
“Maybe,” He says, “But I really need this more.” He gently rolls her over onto her back and starts kissing her passionately and kneading her breasts as he starts moving in her again. She moans loudly, and clutches at his shoulders before he grasps her hands and pins them above her head. He hovers over her, watching her closely for signs of distress.
“Good girl,” he growls as he slowly caresses her legs from her ankles up her strong
calves. “I love your long, strong legs, Morna.”
She chuckles. “Scars and all?”
“Scars and all.” He grins as he runs his hands up her thighs onto her hips. “You are so supple.” He digs his fingers into her ample hips and growls; “I love the way your body feels under my hands. I love the way you respond to me, Morna.” He kisses his beloved before driving fiercely into her ready body. She raises both of her knees and pins them to his sides to open herself more to receive him more fully. Their tempo increases dramatically, as he’s kissing her frantically and pounds into her over and over. She hangs onto him desperately as she reaches yet another orgasm. Screaming his name in her jubilation. He joins her in her climax and whispers her name over and over as she slowly catches her breath and her heartbeat calms to a more normal rate. When he starts to move off of her, she wraps her legs around his to prevent him from moving, pulling him back to her. But her scent hits him again and he almost growls in his thirst.
“Okay, so I definitely should hunt!” She nods and reaches over on to the bedside table to grab her cell phone. She finds Breena where he had saved her number to the contact list for her, and hits send. Breena answers on the second ring, “Morna, is everything alright?”
“Things are just dandy here, how about with you sister?” Morna purrs.
Breena laughs and says, “I’m fine what’s up? Have you been drinking?” she asks skeptically.
Morna laughs as she winds the fingers of one hand in the hair at the back of his head as he gently nips at her right breast with his icy lips, and she says, “No not drinking, but I am intoxicated.” Morna chuckles again. “My daughter did give me a shot of something several hours ago that was supposed to put me out for over eight hours. It only lasted two hours. She informed her daddy that her Mama must have the constitution of a Clydesdale. But I really don’t think that is what accounts for my mood though.”
“Oh, and what might be causing that?” Breena asked.
Morna chuckles, and says, “Breena, I just rediscovered my one true love less than a week ago, what do you think accounts for my mood?”
“Oh,” Breena says. “Well, Duh! Apparently, I momentarily forgot who I was speaking to,” giggled Breena. “Still? Seriously? Oh my!” she stammers. “Okay, so why are you calling, to make me jealous?” she jokes.
“Well I am kicking my roommate out for the night, and I could use some face time with my favorite First Order weaver, you game?” asks Morna.
“Sounds great! What are we talking about? A slumber party?” asks Breena.
“Yeah sis, that’s what I was thinking,” confirms Morna.
Breena laughs and says, “Your hotel suite or mine?”
“Uhh...hmm... I don’t know, I guess yours, maybe, whatever…” says Morna uncertainly.
“Please don’t tell me you guys broke the furniture in your suite!” laughs Breena.
“No you First Order Goof! We did not break any furniture, we did not break any bones. We didn’t break any records. Good grief, knuckle-head! God, I have missed you my sister. Hey Aideen and Brigid are coming over here tonight at 8:00 I think, were you coming with them?” asks Morna.
“Yes, I was planning on coming with them. You keep putting off coming to see us. I was getting worried. Especially after Aideen said you were so sick with the migraine, and all. Are you really feeling better now?” she asks concerned.
“Much better. My head still hurts some, but I think another hot shower might help. Don’t worry Bree, I can hear it your voice. This is pretty normal for me, remembering too much, too fast, equals too much pain the in the ole hard head. This too shall pass. Well since you are coming over here anyway, just bring your nightie and tooth brush,” Morna giggles. Then she thinks to ask, “What hotel are you staying at?”
“Same one as you, doofus,” comes Breena’s reply. “I would have been over there earlier but Aideen said you should be out of commission until tonight.”
“What time is it anyway?” asks Morna.
“It’s almost 7:00,” says Breena.
“Well give me few minutes to wash my rusty butt and then come on over. Room 1112. LOVE YA SIS!” Morna snaps the phone shut. She feels like a million bucks.
She uses her hands to raise her mate’s face so she can kiss him again, and says, “Okay darlin’, you have been relieved for the evening.” She rolls them over and kisses him again and says, “Well, I am going to get a shower.” She hops off of her mate and slithers off the end of the bed and saunters into the bathroom.
Luca gets up and follows her into the bathroom. She looks up from where is sitting on the floor by her toiletries case as he walks in. She looks surprised, and says, “Okay, even you can’t be ready to go again,” she smiles a contented smile.
He laughs and says, “You know perfectly well that I could, Morna. But that wasn’t exactly what I was thinking about when I followed you in here. I was just curious as to how your butt became rusty, and I was wondering if it took some sort of special procedure to wash a rusty butt.”
She rises from her cross legged position fluidly, and starts backing toward the shower stall, hooking her finger at him, with a sultry, come-hither look on her face… He raises an eyebrow, and says, “Really?”
To which she replies, “Why the hell not? Being able to walk isn’t absolutely necessary to being a Weaver of the First Order. But it will have to be quick, Breena may not be as confused about washing rusty butts as you seem to be,” she says with a wink.
“Damn Morna! Really? You up for it again?” he asks incredulously, as he follows her into the shower stall. He turns on the water and shields her body from the spray until it warms up. Then he lifts her up into his arms starts kissing her fiercely, he props her against the shower stall and firmly works both breasts while he holds her in place against the wall with his hip. He bends down and lasciviously laps each breast several times with his icy tongue.
He slowly lets her slide down the stall until she’s on her feet again, and then he slithers down her body to kneel before her as he parts her legs, and plants his face in between her legs. He gently pulls back the outer lips of her labia and starts lapping at her clitoris. She moans and shudders so hard he’s afraid she might fall, so he brings her right leg up and puts it over his shoulder. He continues to eat his fill at her banquet of honey and sunshine before slipping two fingers inside his beloved mate’s folds and stroking her sweet spot adeptly.
When he feels her tense and shudder he smiles against her flesh. He knows he can never love her body like he would truly like to but he knows he can satisfy her none the less. She shouts his name as he savors her orgasm with his eager tongue before he reaches behind her and very firmly kneads her butt, urging her closer to his eager tongue. Morna’s head falls back and she moans as she relishes the sensations her mate creates in her body and his feral growl of satisfaction
Then he moves her right leg so that she’s standing on both feet again, and then he stands up, keeping a hand planted firmly on her butt. He kisses her again, but moves off slightly to the left of her so the spray from the shower can reach the lower half of her body. He uses his hand to cup water to rinse her until he is sure it is free of the minute traces of his venom.
He then uses to fingers check that she is still adequately lubricated after the wash off, and slides her body up the shower stall again, and none too gently pushes her legs open with his knee. “I am not going to be gentle, baby. I can’t,” he says hoarsely.
Morna smiles salaciously as he enters her swiftly and plowing deeply. “Don’t hold back, Luca! I am not fragile as all that. I want all of you!” When he quickly sets an almost punishing pace, Morna moans loudly and purrs; “Yes, lover! Just like that!”
He kisses her neck, her lips, her breasts and tells her how she is making him crazy with wanting her as he forcefully drives into her repeatedly. She shudders and moans loudly with another orgasm. Her body relaxes totally and she goes limp against his hard body.
Luca holds his belo
ved closely for a moment before he feels in control enough to speak or move again. He withdraws and allows her to slide down the stall until her feet are on the floor again. “I am not finished with you, my beloved. You have prodded the beast one time too many lately. I need to possess you completely! You are mine!”
Morna inhales deeply and squares her shoulders, almost daring him to do his worst before she grins and assents. “I have always been yours, Lucian Michaels!”
He kisses her roughly but pulls back with a growl when she opens her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. “Fuck, baby! Don’t tempt me too much!” He pinches her nipples with his fingers and he still has her body penned against the shower stall with his hips. He moves his mouth to her ear to ask huskily, “Okay Miss Bravado, you still want MORE?” She turns her mouth to his to kiss him, and entwines her fingers in his hair, causing him to groan loudly before he chuckles and murmurs; “Of course you do.”
He slides her higher up the shower stall and uses his hip to pin her against the shower stall as his hands cup her breasts. He starts kneading them none too gently, lapping her nipples roughly with his icy tongue. He chuckles as he watches the wildfire begin rage out of control again in her eyes. “Damn Morna, you like this don’t you, baby?”
He growls when she nods and clasps his face between her hands to give him a look full of equal measures lust and love. “You can surely drive me insane with wanting you. I can’t get enough, my Morna.” he admits in a throaty whisper.
He kisses her again, and shifts his hands back to the position under her butt and joins their bodies again. He quickly pumps hard into her a several times when she starts panting, “Yes, yes, yes! OH LUCA, YES!” He finally liberates his own self-control and joins her in a joyful, body wrenching climax. He is holding her to him in what would be a painful grip on a mortal body. They are both breathing erratically. He fears her heart is going to race right out of her chest it is beating so hard.
