"Will they be able to see us, from below, from the encampment?” She was suddenly aware they were above their people, entwined together in the sky.
He shook his head. “If they look they will think they see a falling star. The power manifests as light."
She smiled at how it might seem to onlookers, her finge
rs running into his hair as she pulled him down to kiss her again.
Oh, how she melted when his mouth covered hers, reaching to meet him, her innermost flesh tightening rhythmically, her entire body craving his. His hands were all over her, stroking her, feeling her through her robe, hungrily responding to her hands on him. His body was strong, sure. She measured it quickly, memorizing each plane, each muscle, through the fabric of his clothing, trembling with need when she felt his phallus large and risen.
He led a trail of kisses across her face, and then she felt the pressure of his mouth on her neck. The urgency and passion in his kiss made her dizzy, and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Liberation coursed through her, paralleled by the need to express her desire to him. His hair streaked out into the night, her own twining into it as she longed to twine her body with his in passion. They were moving again, she realized, and then he leaned over her, and she rode the sky on her back with his body over hers.
"What else do you want to know, Empress Elishiba?"
There was more than a question in his eyes, there was a suggestion, and she felt a hollow response inside her that wanted everything he might have to give her. Strands of her hair whipped across his face as he waited to hear her answer. A sudden tremor ran through her body. It was as if they were both possessed by the chaos and passion of the elements.
"I want to know you,” she dared to whisper. “You, Amshazar."
The wind whistled around them, clouds shifting on the currents, the sky streaking with sudden moonlight beyond him, casting his face in shadow. “Things between us are fragile."
She felt hesitance in him.
His eyelids lowered as he contemplated her. “If we become..."
"Lovers?” she stated. There was a new directness between them now. Was it a gift from the elements? Could she take him as her lover, this dangerously handsome, desirable sorcerer?
He stared into her eyes.
Her heart tripped. He wanted that too. She could feel it with every part of her.
He nodded, but his hand was on her throat, stroking her. “It will change things between us, forever."
He had been thinking about the implications as much as she had. A thrill ran through her. “They are already changed, forever,” she stated.
"That is the truth,” he murmured.
Any last shred of resistance between them was melted in his kiss, casting it off into the night winds. She was giddy with arousal, reckless with abandon, thrilled at the mutual desire confirmed in his words. Every nerve ending in her body yearned for his body to rise over hers and take her. The longing inside her had become an ache, a very, very painful ache. It was just within her strength, still, to resist from begging him to take her. Then she felt the soft thump of cushions at her back and gasped aloud.
They were back in his tent, and instead of the night sky, she saw the shadows that were cast by the candles wavering across the fabric as it tented over them once more. For a moment, she became aware of the distant voices of those who sat around the campfires. But the sound fast faded away again, because she was on her back, and he was between her thighs. She touched his face, outlining his lips with one finger. “Take me,” she whispered.
"It has been so hard being near you, and wanting to hold you in my arms and do just that.” His voice was hoarse.
She shivered, and then nodded.
"It was the same for me. From the moment I saw you, I could scarcely deny it, though I feared who and what you are.” Her free hand had found its way inside his robe and touched his naked chest, tentatively, in a silent plea.
"Don't fear me, sweet Elishiba.” He kissed her mouth, her face, and her eyelids. His body was taut with restraint, and when his mouth touched hers it seemed to burn her to the core. She sought the wetness of his mouth to calm the flames, trying to pacify the need in her. It was futile. She reached for him and her hands slid up the line of his arms, her mouth inviting his tongue deeper.
A moan of longing escaped him.
She drew up one knee at his flank, her robe sliding down her leg when she did. His hand moved there and stroked her naked thigh. The fragile wick faltered, sending the shadows dancing wildly around the tent, when he knelt over her and pulled up her robes. She half sat to assist in the undressing, shifting as the swish and sway of the fabric on her alert skin teased her, until she was naked before him.
His eyes glinted as he took in the sight of her naked body, making her writhe before him, pride and desire rich in response to the look in his eyes. He growled in his throat, his hand moving down the length of her torso, between her breasts, and lower, to where she ached for him. With an enquiring finger, he stroked over her mound, brushing over the nub of flesh nestled between her folds, then moved deeper, into the receptive sphere at the entrance to her womanly channel, and tested her.
She whimpered, crazed by the intense feelings he was causing in her. Her hips moved to meet his touch, her body clamoring for him.
His mouth pursed as he moved his fingers, stroking her juices up and down over her swollen, sensitive folds, teasing over the swell of her desire until she cursed aloud. He slowly withdrew his finger, trailing it up across her belly, lacing a circle of its moisture around her right nipple. Following it with his mouth, his teeth grazed the skin that reached in response.
"Your body is so lush, so beautiful.” He reached for the thin rope belt that held his robes in place, untying it.