Premonitions

by Le aha Vaughn

  Not watching his step, he crunched on a twig gaining Nah'Dara's attention. She dipped into the water to cover herself, but he had seen her. The vision of her body was permanently imprinted in his head. He did not move. Moving would scare her off ... or piss her off and he wanted neither.

  * * * *

  Nah'Dara's breath caught in her chest. Someone or something was out there in the brush watching her bathe. How could she have let her guard down so easily? She was still very mad at him. Though he had told the truth about Mireya, it was still the biggest insult that she could have ever been assaulted with. To be called by another woman's name. She had let her guard down just to be kissed by him.

  Oh the humility. Now he was nowhere to be found, she was going to have to fend off some hideous monster by herself. She would start with something simple.

  "Who is there?” Nah'Dara wanted her voice to come out strong and foreboding, but it came out with nothing more than a shriek. She did not get an answer. That was not a good sign. She was just going to stay in the water until Eriq came.

  Oh no, Eriq. She was naked, bathing, is trying not to be eaten by something that was stalking her. Her clothes were on the bank. He would see her in all her glory.

  She looked into the brush trying to see anything that was going to give her an advantage. Suddenly she saw something that caught the gleam of the moonlight.

  "Whoever you are, I am armed. I do know how to use it.” That did not seem believable either. Not only did she not have a weapon but she was also in the lagoon, ass naked, armed with a tube of soap. Her breath stilled as she watched the figure emerge from the darkness of the brush.

  Eriq walked to the bank of the water stopping just inches before the water touched his boots. At the look in his eyes, she sunk low into the water.

  "Can I get a moment's peace without you bothering me?"

  Eriq folded his arms over his broad chest arching an eyebrow at her. A smile gently touched his lips. “Did I ever apologize to you?"

  "About what?” Nah'Dara said dryly.

  "About the other day.” He was coming to apologize to her? What a shocker!

  "No, you didn't."

  His eyes darkened slightly. His smile more devilish. “Well I am now.” At the depth of his voice, she swallowed, and mentally shivered as a quick rush of desire ran through her. Suddenly, she felt a lot warmer than she had a moment ago.

  The idea of him coming to her in apology shocked her. She did not think that he would ever admit to it. “Can it wait until I got back to the cottage?” Suddenly, her voice bordered on the husky side.

  "No.” His answer was simple. Simple from this man meant dangerous, dark things that stirred her soul. She did not know what he was up to, but she knew that she was in trouble. His expression was just as fierce as ever, but she saw something different in his eyes.

  She shivered, not because of the coolness in the air, but from the fire blazing in his eyes. She stooped lower until she almost sat on the bottom, the water stopping at her chin.

  "Good. Apology accepted. Now, can you please go?” she whined on the verge of embarrassment overload. He refused to budge. Instead, to her horror, he started to pull his shirt over his head. The gleam of his golden skin caught the moonlight.

  "I want to do more than tell you, Nah'Dara.” His eye seemed to glow at the proposal. She could see him without anything blocking her way and that made what he was not saying louder than words. She swallowed hard.

  Oh, yeah. Deep shit.

  Immediately, her mouth started to water. Her mind went back to the day she had happened upon him bathing in the same lagoon. The pure male beauty of him took her away, and the more he revealed of himself the more she wanted to get away.

  She moved backward in the water until she could not feel the dirt under her feet. She treaded in the water and it covered her body. Nevertheless, she could see all of his now. He had removed his pants throwing them over a nearby bush. His golden brown torso glistened with sweat from the heat of the night. Her eyes moved greedily over his body taking in the broad shoulders, even the dips and curves of every muscled, down to his throbbing sex that happily stood at attention. Her mouth dried at the size of him. The first night she saw him still burned in her mind.

  She moved her heated gaze from his throbbing member to his burning silver eyes.

  "I'm tired of waiting, Nahni.” He purred as he stepped over the bank into the water. The water barely covered to mid thigh.

  "I have waited for you, seen you in my dreams and wanted you. I'm not going to stop until I've apologized to you, in each and every way possible.” At his last words, she shivered with anticipation.

  He walked slower into the water until it was deep enough to cover his chest. He never looked away. As he closed in on her, he walked deeper into the water. Up to his neck, then his nose, finally entirely covering him.

  She could see him swimming towards her, but when the moon dipped behind a group of clouds and then back into the opening, she did not see him anymore.

  Moments passed, a lot longer for any humanoid to be under the water. Fear gripped her. Where was he? Surely, he was a good swimmer. Surely, he had not hit his head on something.

  "Eriq?” she called his name. When he did not answer, the fear in her spiked up. Raising another level, alarming her even more.

  "Eriq, I'm in no mood for games. Come to the surface now.” Nothing. She was starting to get worried now.

  "Eriq LoMoq!” She shrieked now. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Oh, Spirit. Not again. She could not handle losing someone else. First Mom, Dad, and now Eriq. She did not even like him. Well that is not entirely true. She started to like him more when he stopped ordering her around. The though of him not being there at all frightened her to the core.

  Tears began to mist her eyes. Franticly, she dove in and out of the water to look for him. Each time she dove down, she found nothing. Out of breath and exhausted, she was going to try one last time to find him. As she prepared to go under the water, an arm wrapped snuggly around her waist bring her back against the hard wall of a chest.

  Her breath caught in her chest as his voice purred into her ear.

  "Did you miss me?” Relief mixed with anger flooded through her as she turned in his arms.

  "You jerk.” She spat, pounding his chest. “You scared me half to death. What were you doing? Thinking on the bottom? You—,” He cut her off quickly sealing his mouth over hers.

  Inside her, a battle raged. One side of her wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him inside her. The other half wanted to pummel him into the ground for scaring her. It was a short battle.

  Nah'Dara wrapped her arms around him, sinking her fingers deep into his long wet locks. He trailed his kisses down her neck nipping her jaw line with little bites. She was rendered breathless. When he returned to her mouth, he sank his tongue deep, tasting her. She was lost. Never, had she been kissed with such abandon before. She moaned. She had truly missed the feel of his lips on hers.

  Her self-control circled the drain as he ended the kiss gently nipping on her full bottom lip with his teeth.

  "Is this your way of apologizing?” she said breathlessly. She sounded every bit as turned on as she felt.

  "Is it working?” He dipped his head tugging on her ear running his warm tongue over the tender flesh. His hand teased a tight nipple as one hand cupped her aching sex. If she was not wet already, she was sure that she would feel herself pool between her legs now.

  "Uhh-huh.” Oh, yeah it was working alright.

  His breath was just as ragged as hers was. The feeling of his body against hers was almost enough to make her lose what little control she had left. Something was hitting her inner thigh, hard, stiff, and hot. When she moved her leg to tentatively inspect it, she heard his sharp intake of breath.

  "You feel how hard I am for you, Nahni?"

  Spirit, did she ever. Feeling a bold streak, Nah'Dara reached down to stroke him. Her finger wrapped tightly around his t
hrobbing shaft as she slowly moved up and down on him. “Yeah."

  She saw his head fall back, his eyes closed. His breath came in short pants. She loved the feel of control she had over him. The right movement had him gasping groaning, as he wrapped his hands around her. If only the water was not so deep, she would have run her tongue all over it.

  Eriq let her explore his cock, allowing the waves to over take him. Her hands moved up and down on him, each move brought him closer and closer to coming. If he did not stop her soon he was going to burst into her hand.

  Nah'Dara felt him grab her hand taking her away from him. “Hey,” she protested. “I wasn't finished."

  A smile touched her lips as she looked into his eyes. His silver eyes were dark with passion shining in the violet light moon. He held her close to him with his hand possessively on her rump.

  "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I should've told you sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have been so mad."

  She doubted that. Her temper had a way of getting the best of her. She did not want to think about what happened the other day. She wanted him, ever since the night she had the erotic dream of him.

  "Don't. I don't want to talk about that now. Just kiss me. Love me."

  It was like music to his ears. At her surrender, he growled capturing her mouth again, this time being far from gentle. As he kissed her, he backed her into the stonewall of the lagoon just under the waterfall. He rained kisses all over her neck and shoulders, tasting her creamy dark chocolate skin. He took one breast in his hand feeling her weight his hands. How he had dreamed of this moment. He loved watching her nipple pebble going to a hard peak as he rubbed it between his fingers. He heard her whimper, felt her arch against his hand, and knew that he had her. With a growl of surrender, he took her dark nipple in his mouth licking, biting it to attention.

  "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen.” She blushed at the complement.

  He found the other breast testing its weight in his hand. Gently, he squeezed rolling the nipple between his fingers. Nah'Dara whimpered with pleasure. Delicious flames of ecstasy lit a path from her head to valley between her thighs. She gasps as he captured the nipple in his warm mouth, gently nipping and pulling with his teeth. That was her undoing.

  "I take it that you like them.” Arching her back to give him better access, Nah'Dara moaned his name. “Eriq."

  He took his sweet time with her breasts moving back and forth, from one breast to the other, swirling his tongue around each nipple until they scream to attention in tight erect peaks. His other hand wrapped around her, holding her to him. She squirmed under his touch, igniting a fire in her so deep that she burned for it. Craved it.

  The water from the lagoon fell all around them. They did not care. The only thing that she wanted was for him to keep going. The slow grind that he was doing with those magical hips of his was doing things to her. He was setting her soul on fire.

  Her breaths came in sharp gasps. Pleasure danced up her spine. One hand stayed around her keeping her to him as the other snaked down the plateau of her belly under the water to the nestle of curls between her legs. She helped him by wrapping one leg around his waist. Her skin was on the verge of bursting in to flames.

  "Sweet Spirit, you drove me crazy.” He saw her seductive smile on her lips. He gave her a quick kiss before he continued his torture.

  "I watched you for days not being able to touch you. It was driving me mad."

  Her answer was a groan. He had not moved his hand from the top of her sex, causing the trip to sexual insanity to be a short drive.

  "Move,” she ordered him. She was way, too turned on to stop now. He raised an eyebrow questioning her.

  "Your hand. Move it now.” She grinded her hips against his hand to let him know what she demanded.

  He did not hesitate. He slipped his finger between her folds finding the small nub within. She nearly came in his hand. She cried out his name coming quickly to a climax.

  His mouth hungrily sought hers. He continued to taste her with his mouth. He loved the taste of her. Her scent drove him mad with need.

  Sweet Spirit, this felt good, she thought as he trailed kisses and gentle nips of his teeth down the hollow of her throat down to her breasts, stopping to lick each nipple with his delicious tongue.

  Her moans urged him on. When he inserted a thick finger deep inside her she panted, throwing her head back in sweet ecstasy. He moved his finger in and out of her spreading more fire through her. She clutched his shoulders. She could feel herself quicken. The only thing she could do was hold on for the ride, letting the fames consume her.

  "Eriq!"

  "Show me how much you need me."

  Nah'Dara cried his name as the delicious waves of ecstasy overtook her. Her hips moved with each stroke of his thumb as he strummed her clit like a string instrument. His mouth attacked, his tongue possessed, as he slowly devoured her. Even in the coolness of the water she felt as if she were about to burst into flames. She could not think. Her mind had officially turned to mud. When he removed his fingers, she cried out in anguish at the loss.

  Eriq loved the sight of her. Her long tresses were wet and raining down her back. Her back arched with each peak he took her to. Her hoarse cries of pleasure, screaming his name repeatedly reined through out the forest. It was enough to drive a man insane, yet still he kept going. He wanted her to have her pleasure, reveled in it. She creamed hotly for him, ready, exactly how he wanted her in every way. He wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

  Eriq pulled her close to him wrapping both of her legs around him. From the feel of his large shaft as it throbbed against the opening of her center, she knew he was ready for her.

  She trembled with ecstasy in his arms. The hair on his chest brushing her taunt nipples sent waves of pleasure through her. His eyes bored into hers. He felt her tense with fear as he gently rubbed the swollen tip of his massive cock against her entrance.

  "I want to be inside you now."

  "I want you to be too.” She knew that he would not hurt her. She could hear him there, in her mind, telling her that she was beautiful, that he would never hurt her. She believed it. He emitted it. She relaxed, allowing fear that welled up inside her to die down.

  Nah'Dara found his mouth pulling him closer, sealing them together with a mind-shattering kiss. She heard the stories. She was not as sheltered as some of the other royals. She knew when a woman gave herself to a man for the first time that there would be pain. Slight pain some have told her and great in others. She had never been with another man. The fear alone surged through her. He tore his mouth from hers, panting entered her slowly. She wanted all of him, body and soul.

  "Sweet Spirit!” she cried his name as he impaled himself into her.

  "Take more of me.” He gave more of himself into her tight opening. She clutched around him wrapping him in warmth. He stilled, wanting her to adjust to the feel of him. Eriq clamped his hands on her hips when she started to pull away.

  "Don't move. Give yourself time to adjust to me.” She did not think that she would ever adjust to him. The guy was enormous. He filled her to the point of bursting with the long thick shaft of his. She jerked her hips slightly wanting him to move, wanting to feel more of him, more sensation.

  He touched her mind, feeling her mind merge with his. He began to combining the sensations into one large tangible ball. He felt everything, passion, hot steamy passion. She tingled all over at his touch. Gasping, panting calling his name over and over, again.

  "Eriq! Oh, Spirit."

  * * * *

  She was as tight as a virgin. How could this fiery temptress still be so in experienced? He stilled as fear and disbelief welled up inside of him. He felt the urge to pound into her more and more, but he did not want to hurt her.

  "You're so tight, my love.” His hips jerked with each of her spasms.

  Her own was tight with sudden frustration. “If you keep going, you could solve that problem."

  "I
don't think that—,” She quieted him, placing her hand on his shoulder looking deep into his eyes.

  "It's okay. I want you to. Now.” Pride burst through him squashing the fear.

  "I cannot promise to take it slow."

  "I don't want you to.” She gave him a toothy grin.

  "There will be pain. I'll be as gentle as I can.” His eyes held hers for a brief moment. The fear that welled up in them was monumental. She understood. He could feel her constrict around him. He took her slow. Inch by inch he pushed into her. She gasped then hissed as he took her. He felt her shiver in his arms. Finally, when the need grew too much for him, he took her mouth savagely entering her in one glorious thrust. A silent scream tore from her mouth in the midst of a gasp of air.

  He felt her pain shoot hotly through her but it was only for a moment. He eased her with soft words in Altarian. He was in to the hilt, filling her completely. Every spasm sent a shiver through him. He gave her time to adjust to the size of him. Spirit, she felt so good, like hot slick heat surrounding him. It took all of him not to come right then and there.

  He pulled out slow only to return rolling his hips with each powerful thrust. The pain eased leaving only pleasure.

  "Eriq! Oh, Spirit, yes!"

  She gasped his name, clutching his shoulders as he moved in and out of her, inch by mind-blowing inch. She arched her hips to meet his powerful thrust.

  Open your mind to me, Love. I want to see all of you. She felt the desperation radiate through her as he spoke the words to her mind.

  She never hesitated. She let her guards shatter into a million pieces. When she did, there was nothing but sensation. His and hers tied together. She arched her back, grabbing his shoulder tighter, screaming as her peak grew higher. She felt him quicken his pace and she matched, blow for blow, thrust for powerful thrust. Faster and faster, he moved her, taking her to a place that she had never known could be so beautiful.

  Nah'Dara saw him, the real him. She saw past, present in him, and a future unwritten to her. She felt heaven and earth with him. Her legs wrapped around him tight not letting him slip away from her. Suddenly she as there, at the top of a mountain of ecstasy with him, not wanting him to stop the shivers that flooded through her.