Well, that answered it.
I nodded and started unbuttoning my jeans and placed the dagger on the pillow, far enough to allow us to continue without any accidents, but close enough for me to reach.
“Do I just cut you while we…?” I didn't want to say it, didn't want to use the term because this meant so much more for me, but I also knew I wasn't in a position to make demands over our relationship status.
“Do whatever you must,” he replied, spinning me around and pinning me once again underneath him.
His lips restarted their search, following my breast and trailing down to my lower belly, dangerously close to my pelvis. While one of his hands remained on my left breast, kneading and savouring the sensation, the other one reached my panties and in a brutal gesture, pulled them to the side, leaving my core bare in front of him. Without waiting for approval, he started making small circles on my clit, a proud smirk appearing on his face at the discovery of wetness.
My insides throbbed at the way his thumb played with me, eliciting a small moan I could not contain, and before I knew it, he pierced his finger through me, following the same circles his thumb did, stroking me both from the inside and out.
“Ansgar,” I moaned. The sensation was too much, I could not stop myself from moaning and pleading, I wanted him inside of me right then and there, but he enjoyed having me squirm too much to just let me have it.
He added another finger and replaced his thumb with his tongue and oh, my god, did I scream with pleasure. He always enjoyed getting me ready to the point of almost fainting from the excitement, and this time was no exception. Ansgar moved his fingers inside me expertly, yet with surprising gentleness, sending wave after wave of pleasure spinning through my body. I arched my back and lifted my hands above my head, trying to find something to hold onto for dear life while he teased and tantalised me.
“Please,” I begged in the end, unable to contain it any longer, unable to wait. I wanted him so damn much and that cock had stayed as straight as a pole all this time, so eager and ready for me that I did not want to find release unless it pierced inside me.
“Alright, alright,” he replied with a grin but kept teasing me for another few seconds until he pulled back and stroked himself, trailing my wetness on his length.
I wanted to die right then and there and could not contain my urges anymore, so I pulled my body upwards and grabbed him, spreading my legs around him, and displaying my entrance proudly.
He swallowed dryly and did just that, pierced inside of me like I wanted him to, slowly and surely until most of him filled me, scattering a deep moan from my lips.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Ansgar murmured and pulled back just slightly, then pushed into me, starting to build a slow and steady rhythm.
“Harder,” I moaned, falling on my back and allowing him to situate himself over me, an arm tightened around my hips.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured between pants, though involuntarily his body had started to move deeper inside of me.
“You won’t,” I moaned my approval when he pushed to the hilt, pistoning deep inside my core, while I reached for his back again and held on for dear life. Because in the next second Ansgar started pumping into me like there was no tomorrow, with so much force that were he not gripping my hips I would be probably flying into the wall.
His mouth found mine and kissed me eagerly, without stopping the penetrating rhythm, drilling so deep that I almost forgot what my name was. I had probably screamed so much that my throat became rasp, the release flushing through me and shattering my entire body, all the while he expelled a few groans to announce how close he was.
I had to do it, I knew I had to do it right then, so I reached for the dagger and raised my hips onto Ansgar, grabbing him by the neck to raise me up so I could have access to his back and made a quick cut down his shoulder, allowing the blade to pierce deep enough to draw a line of blood.
That was all I could do before he pushed me down again and started pumping into me like a possessed man, so hard that the bed hammered into the wall with his every movement.
“Anwen,” he groaned, pressing mercilessly into me until he found release, his face taut and brows furrowed with the sensation. “Anwen,” he roared again, my name on his lips as he spilled himself into me and finally settled with a last push that almost made me cum again. I knew the exact moment he finished because a wave of sensation came over me, like a blanket of ease that fell on my body, on my spirit. It made me feel weightless like I had become nothing but a whiff of wind, so light and ready to fly away.
“Anwen,” he repeated, his eyes opening to find me. As he did, his entire complexion changed, the deep lines on his face turning to surprise andrelief.He was looking at me like it was the first time, even after burying himself into my body in such a profound way, as though he just then realised he had shared the moment with someone else.
“Anwen?” he asked, voice trembling, eyes scanning me with disbelief.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “I’m okay,” I repeated, reassuringly. The last thing I wanted him to think was that he hurt me in some way. But he kept staring at me in wonder, blinking repeatedly as if something had been trapped in his eyes and he could not release the image. After every set of blinks, he stared at me again and his gaze continued to go wide at the sight.
“Fahrenor?” Ansgar barely spoke, his eyes wide and wet. I didn’t understand why he was looking at me like that, since we had both consented to what happened, yet somehow, it was like I had just dropped in his arms and situated myself underneath him.
Oh, my gods, hewasseeing me for the first time, I realised.
“Ansgar?” I asked in a trembling voice, shifting to him with a motion that released his member from inside of me and a trail of his desire along with it. “Baby?” I cried. Of course I did, was there ever a moment when I did not shed tears?
But this time was different, they were tears of joy because Ansgar looked at me with recognition andlove.
“Anwen,” he exhaled, pinning me to his chest, my heart resting right above his own. “What...what are you doing here?”
Ansgar looked at me with disbelief, his hands trailing across my skin, like he wanted to make sure I was real. We must have trapped each other in an embrace for hours, caressing and hugging, delighted to be reunited after everything we’d been through. The only times our hands did not wonder was when our mouths did all the work — Ansgar made a point to kiss every inch of my body several times over.
“I don’t know how much time we have left,” I whispered, playing with a lock of his hair while he rested his head on my lap and stroked my arm lazily.
