"You don't seem to carry baggage to me," I muttered. "Even if you've grown from that time period, you've never given off such an impression that you're an added weight in the relationship."
“That's because I know what I want and I'm willing to fight for it," he stressed. "When you don't know what you want, all your problems are carried in a sack that you throw at others to carry for you. Especially when it comes to relationships. It's like the common tale that many believe a woman can change a man. The reality is, it's never been the responsibility for the woman to help change a man to his better self. They can encourage you with the support and love you need but that shouldn't be their responsibility. It took Esmeralda's rose wilting and my mind wrapping around the fact that I'd lost a chance given to me by the Universe for me to wake up and smell the coffee. That's when I vowed to work on me so that I’d become comfortable with who I am on both sides. This version of myself that isn't so nice with a tough exterior, and the human side that was the good boy that everyone adored but would never take seriously."
He looked at the tattoo on his chest, the designed circle with the floating book that reflected various incantations written on the open pages. "I got this incantation as a reminder that to accept myself, I had to seek more knowledge about who I wished to become. How I wanted to be perceived by others while searching for myself. To read a book means you have to commit to the story or purpose of the book. Funny fact is, so many people give up on a book ten percent in. It's like they get a glimpse and if the book doesn't resonate with them in that first set of chapters, it's game over. I committed myself to read a book that was a thousand pages of how to love yourself like a male fae. When I got through it, I rewarded myself with this and was able to review everything that had occurred in my past relationship and finally see the wrong."
Looking back at me, he smiled.
"I did that so if the Universe decided I deserved a second chance at love, I wouldn't fuck it up. No more losing what is worth fighting for. I'd give that love all I could, and work on my communication skills so we'd never dismiss one another's feelings. I guess it was good that I'd endured all that before meeting you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the courage to speak out in an auditorium full of my own kind. I surely wouldn't have the ability to fight for this love without the lessons I learned from my past. Thus, my relationship with Esmeralda was a blessing in disguise. It didn't end well for either of us, but it made me a better person and now I’ve got the woman of my dreams who gets me."
"That's deep," I commented as I rose up and walked over to him. Wrapping my slender arms around his neck, I pulled him down for a simple kiss and whispered, "I'm proud of you."
"See?" he whispered. "No other woman would listen to my long story and say they're proud of me."
"Well, I'm no ordinary woman," I purred.
"I couldn't agree more," he vouched before kissing me.
This kiss was far richer with emotion and carried a tenderness to it. Its progression allowed the anxiety and fears to melt away from my heart, my body beginning to ignite at the thrumming tension building between us.
The slow kiss began to grow deeper - stronger - while my hands tingled to press against his flesh. There was nothing stopping me as I brought him closer with my hooked arms around his neck before allowing my hands to roam along his broad shoulders, feeling the lines of his biceps.
He groaned against my lips while his hands worked on feeling me up. They trailed down my long dress, and with urgency, he began to tug on the fabric and gather the floor-length dress.
It didn't take long before we broke the kiss momentarily, giving him the opportunity to pull the silk attire over my head and arms and toss it away. That revealed my bare breasts, their perky nature making him lick his lips in desire while his hands were already at the thin waistband of my panties. He tugged them down just as he slowly trailed his tongue right down the middle of my body - from my décolletage to between my breasts to my flat stomach and finally my hot pussy that clenched at his approaching tongue.
My involuntary move to press my legs together was caught by him as the lacy white fabric fell to my ankles. He took the opportunity to lift my left foot up high enough to move the fabric off, followed by the other. Once I was free, he merely spread my legs further out, widening my stance, which brought in the slightly cool breeze that brushed against my hot, throbbing entrance.
He looked up as I took in his image, my large, loving fae boyfriend on his knees and looking up for my permission to lick me up. To tease my pussy that could probably do cartwheels at the mere idea of being worshipped in such a manner.
"Do you want this, Sweet Love?"
I didn't need to think to respond. I knew what I wanted, and it blurted out in a needy rush, "Yes. Please, Rainer."
Yes, I just begged to have my pussy eaten up by the man I love.
I couldn't even imagine this happening to me, and now I was here, about to be pleased. His smirk was dangerously enticing as he rose between my legs and flicked his tongue to my clit. I shivered at his touch as a soft moan left my lips.
He gripped my legs a little firmer, which confused me at first. It was only when he slid his tongue right between my folds that I realized it was a good thing because he left my body shuddering as he worked whatever magic that experienced tongue possessed. He wasn't just licking me up. He was diving right in like he was spoon fighting to grasp the last bit of ice cream at the bottom of the container.
My mind was whirling, my body growing hot and tingling all over while my moans grew louder. I was shivering uncontrollably, the pleasure building up inside me growing stronger and building to the point where I knew I was going to cum.
I was going to bite my lip to muffle my cry of pleasure, but Rainer's fingernails practically dug into my flesh as he slid his tongue as deeply as he could. That made me cave into a loud moan of release as I climaxed right into his mouth and face.
That didn't even stop him from lapping me up, licking every bit of my release before he sent me into a shuddering mess once more as he teased my clit. When he released me, I could barely stand, panting like crazy as I looked into his hungry eyes.
Holy fuck he was horny.
His eyes were one thing, but the large mass pressing firmly against his boxers told me that his little stunt had turned him on like mad. He didn't hesitate to pull down his boxers, revealing his massive, veiny cock that already had precum dripping from the head.
I couldn't help but lick my lips, which only made him chuckle. The sound was dark - if a sound could be described as such - as he prowled back to my side and cupped my cheeks to pull me into a heated kiss.
I pressed myself against him, needing to feel his hot, burning flesh while he devoured my mouth with no patience. All it took was a few more moaning kisses to have me pressed to the bed beneath him, a panting mess.
He pulled all the way back to admire me, all while he's stroking his cock in preparation. His eyes were dancing in various colors, taking me all in. Like I'm some sort of trophy that he's just won and has to remind himself is his forever.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said with such rawness that it tugged at my heart. He meant it down to his core, and his acceptance moved me like no other as he spread my legs out and prepared to fill me with his massive rod.
"You know I love you," he whispered, and there was the pinch of that good side of him. The Rainer who expressed his emotions and always listened to mine when I needed to voice my fears.
"I know," I whispered and smiled lovingly back at him. "As I love you. Now and for as long as we exist in this world of magic and life."
That's all he needed to hear as he took that moment to slide into me.
The transition was slower than I'd realized as he hit resistance but glided through it with a pinch of force. The burst of pain was one that I could handle, but I still tensed up as he expanded my walls.
He remained still, an action I picked up on as compassionate because I could feel his desper
ation to move. It was like he was fighting two sides of himself, the swirling emotion that begged for him to move his hips while the other wanted to hear the words of permission escape my lips.
I looked up at him as he continued to grip my hips and look down at me with intense lust.
"Fuck me, Rainer," I encouraged, and that force I felt was stopping him seemed to fade as that thirsty look of intense need flooded his expression. My words were all he needed to begin thrusting, the movements thankfully slow as he worked on arousing me further.
I moaned without caring how loud I would be while my eyes fluttered closed and I simply let myself enjoy the pain and pleasure. It was like I was within a spiraling whirlwind of energies, my own emotions combining with a set of foreign sensations that wished to dance.
They twirled along the invisible dance floor, all while our bodies moved to the slow beat of our rhythm, a song of lovemaking, while we got lost in one another's harmonies.
His hands dug into my flesh, the sharp pinch of his nails only adding to the overflowing sensations that flooded me. I gripped the sheets, tugging them as my own nails dug into their exquisite surface. My head fell back, and I moaned even louder.
"Rainer." Moaning his name brings so much joy to my heart, it's indescribable. I can’t believe I'm making love with the man who stood up for me since day one. Lying naked beneath his stronghold. Being claimed by him like a true treasure he discovered at the bottom of the ocean floor.
I was now his, a precious rose in his collection that no one else could claim. He loved me long before the possibility of me being a permanent option was there, and that's what made all of this more perfect. A true match thanks to our own morals and growth.
This moment was one I’d dreamed of, and now I was enjoying every bit of it.
We were panting heavily, sweat beginning to coat our flesh as he picked up the pace. He bent over to occupy my lips while my breasts pressed against his chest.
"So tight and good. My Sweet Rose, all mine," he growled into my mouth while kissing me. "I love you so fucking much. Every bit of you. Your strengths. Your beauty. Your flawless effort to prove the world wrong. Every part of you I desire, and no one can steal you from me. You’re only mine, my precious sweet."
He smothered me in a deep kiss as he began to quicken his thrusts further. I tightened against him, feeling that building rush of pleasure that alerted me that my orgasm was coming fast. Only this time it was stronger, bringing tingles of anticipation to run through me as my gasps and moans quickened.
I broke the kiss to moan for him to move faster. "Faster, Rain. Faster...harder...more!" I'd never begged for something like this, to be pushed to the edge. I was desperate to plunge into the pool of ecstasy. His grunts grew louder as he did as I asked, pounding into me even as I tightly held onto his cock.
His thick rod felt bigger, stretching me to the fullest, which only added to the thrumming pleasure that was ready to burst between us. The sensation between us was unbelievable, as if I could somehow sense his approaching release. He was grunting and moaning my name, all while leaving tiny comments about how beautiful I am. How inspiring I'd become. How I'd somehow changed him into someone he could respect, and how he'd never let me go.
He tilted my hips upward and somehow furthered his thrusts to a place I didn't think he could reach, and that pushed me into a spiral flow of emotions as my body began to tingle and grow rigid as I braced for the inevitable.
"Rainer! Rainer! Rainer!" All I could think of was repeating his name. Saying it over and over, louder and more frequent as I struggled to even think. I was about to cum, and he knew it as his grunts were followed with a command that threw me over that cliff of pleasurable oblivion.
"Cum, Rosadette!"
His declaration was all I needed to come undone as he gave me a final ball-slapping thrust and allowed himself to sink right into me as I came in a rush.
"RAINER!" I screamed as he groaned out my name.
"Rosadette! Fuck!" he cursed as his release left him, shooting into me as that hot, thick release continued to pool into my quivering pussy.
I was breathless as my tense body seemed to wither away, and Rainer collapsed on top of me. His weight didn’t crush me, not like I'd care at this point. My mind felt blank while it drifted on cloud nine of pleasure.
My body was still shuddering with tiny aftershocks, and I could feel his cock twitch inside me like we hadn't just fucked long and hard.
"That thing is still kicking?" I commented while I caught my breath.
Rainer chuckled into my neck before he lifted himself so he could look down at me. "Fae are hypersexual beings," he pointed out. "Especially to the ones we love."
"Meaning I need stamina. Yes, stamina," I muttered, not like I could think coherently.
He chuckled again and kept his cock inside me before rolling me onto his body as he lay against the sheets.
"You didn't use a condom," I pointed out, but didn't feel bothered by it.
"Does that bother you?"
'No," I earnestly replied.
"Fae don't get pregnant easily," he revealed. "It's a process, but if it eases your mind, I cast a spell before I slid my cock into you. It's like a condom without the plastic sensation."
"See? This is why I love you," I muttered. "At least one of the reasons I do, but don't bother asking me the others because I can't think properly and I wanna go again and don't wanna admit it."
He actually laughed hard at my statement before he kissed me deeply.
"I think you just admitted it, sweetheart," he whispered. "Just like your many thoughts that seemed to drift to me when you were waiting at the door."
"Ugh. You heard that rambling nonsense?"
"Indeed, I did," he revealed. "I love your thinking process."
"You're drunk."
"Drunk on my Sweet Rose," he growled against my flesh as he kissed the side of my neck. "Wanna go again?"
"I can see why Camilla told me to get some proper sleep," I mumbled and poked an eye open to see his loving smile. "Are we only doing one more round?"
"I can't promise anything now that I know how much I enjoy you."
"I fell in love with a sex addict," I concluded but pulled him down for a passionate kiss. "Let's go again."
"I love you," he moaned like I was a figure of praise.
"I love you, too," I replied. "Now fuck me."
"Commanding," he growled in appreciation. "Ask me that again."
"Weirdo."
"That's not what I want to hear."
I laughed. "Fuck me, weirdo!"
He joined in, the two of us laughing quietly in the dark night. I glanced at the roses that were on the table near the door, only to see they were in full bloom. Instead of being red, they were a mixture of white and black roses.
"Rainer?" He paused in his movement to follow my gaze, and his lips curled into a dazzling smile before he looked back at me.
"Guess I don't need to replace my roses," he whispered. "I found the cure."
He leaned down to kiss me tenderly and then began the movements of another rollercoaster ride of complete pleasure.
The romantic love between light and darkness.
My Sweet Inspiration And Kindness Unlocks Opportunity
~RAINER~
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My hands ran through the long silky locks of my Sweet Rose. Her breathing was still slow while her swollen lips from my intense kisses were pouted just slightly. She was sleeping peacefully, her naked body pressed into mine. She fit against me like we were joined pieces in a vast puzzle. My heart felt so full, being able to enjoy rare moments like these.
I enjoyed watching her sleep, but after the heated night we'd just endured, this was extra special. This was the calm after the vigorous storm of pleasure and acceptance, and I couldn't have asked the Universe for someone more desirable.
Now that I had the quietness of the early morning on my side, I could allow myself to think about what had occurred today. S
o many revelations of truth, some of which I already knew.
In my calm state, it didn't feel like any of it mattered. Not that it wasn't important, but my curiosity regarding Xavier suddenly seemed nonexistent. He wasn't important anymore. He couldn't try to piss me off or make Rosadette's life a living hell. He had no choice but to walk upon his own tight rope, and the dark part of me hoped he lost his balance and fell right off.
Maybe I was being too cruel, but I despised him. Since the day we met as children, he'd been on my shit list, but it wasn't until I began to grow feelings for Rosadette and learned about the way he treated her like she was a piece of trash that I began to hate him to my very core.
The influence of past souls didn't mold who we truly were. I wasn't going to give him that as an excuse for being a jackass to someone as pure as Rosadette. I still couldn't fathom how he let her go, but I'm sure I looked like a fool when I let Esmeralda slip out of my grasp.
I thought I'd be plagued with loneliness for my childish antics, but I guess the Universe forgave me because here I was, with Rosadette in my arms. Her sweet scent was still hugging every part of me, and I inhaled deeply just to enjoy the aroma once more.
That made my cock harden, and I had to calm my body from getting excited after the multiple rounds of sex we'd experienced. I had to commend Rosadette for hanging in there, especially for what seemed to be her first time.
I'd been gentle enough, in the beginning, to make things easier for her, which paved the way for the rest of the steamy night.
Now with our desires in check, we'd have to face the first set of new responsibilities if we wanted to prepare for Year Two of Fae Rose Academy.
I hadn't gotten confirmation from Rosadette about whether she was up for continuing her enrollment, but I knew my Sweet Rose well enough to know that she wouldn't quit. She'd come too far to cease her involvement in this world, and I felt like she wanted to get payback in her own way.
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