<span style="color: #FF0000">â€œMaria...â€ he began then paused. â€œLet me get in the tub first, then I will show you how to help, alright?â€ <br/><br/>There would be no denial that he now had a new level of excitement about what they were about to do, about what he was about to do with her. In all honesty, he had not been sure that the cold bath would have helped and given that her own bed was now soaked from him taking her out of the tub and directly to bed. She would have had to sleep with him regardless and he did not want to have <span style="font-style: italic">that</span> issue while he laid in bed with her. <br/><br/>â€œWait here while I get the tub moved and filled for me, then after they leave my room you come over,â€ the tone was not authoritative, it was just him as he tried to plan out what was to come. <br/><br/>The rope was pulled, the workers summoned and in no time the tub was moved and filled with the hot water for his room. While they were there, his back was to them for obvious reasons and he was more than grateful to strip down and slip into the hot water with a sigh/moan.<br/><br/>â€œMaria...â€ he called out to her as he reclined back in the tub, his eyes closed for the moment while he just let the heat soak into his body.</span><br/><br/>She'd been prepared to hide under her clammy, wet sheets, ready for the awkward moment to consume her completely, ready for him to go into the other room, leaving her to her confused thoughts. But he surprised her. Again. At a temporary loss for words, she merely nodded, waiting in her room as they got his room set up.<br/><br/>Nerves, a plethora of them, were passing through her system. It had her getting up off of the bed, fashioning a dress out of a sheet, pacing back and forth as she waited for the go ahead. What was to come? What would she be doing? What would he be doing? Would she be doing it right? So many questions were running through her mind, her hands lifted to her forehead, physically trying to get her mind to calm down by rubbing her temples.<br/><br/>...Then his voice, that moan had her head snapping to attention, eyes looking at the door that separated her from him. The way he then said her name had her knees going weak, letting out a shaky breath to steady herself, putting one foot in front of the other. Her hand hesitated only for the briefest of moments over the door's knob, pulling it open and finding his form in the bath, her heart fluttering wildly at the sight of him.<br/><br/>Careful to keep her eyes averted for the time being, she walked in, closing her door behind her. Did she go over to the tub? Did she wait by the bed? Where did he want her? Too afraid to ask, she lingered in between the tub and the door, keeping her eyes focused elsewhere despite the growing curiosity about what he looked like, wanting to see him as he'd seen her. Remaining silent, her hands fidgeted with her makeshift dress, teeth nibbling on her lip as she sought to look somewhere, anywhere, but the man whom she had a need for, soaking naked in a tub.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">There she was. Shy, uncertain and yet she had still entered the room when he called her. Right now there was so much that he wanted to say to her, that he wanted to express to her, but he would not. What was the point? How he had begun to feel, what he wanted, could never be. Even with what they had shared there was no guarantee it was more than physical. Sure he was educated and could hold a conversation with her, but he was barbaric as she put it. <br/><br/>All that they had was this moment. <br/><br/>â€œCome closer,â€ he said to her, eyes focused  on her movements. This moment what they were to do and what they would continue to share in, it meant more than either really knew. It would further change how they saw one another, it would change their futures both together and apart. When she drew near, his hand reached up, â€œKneel here....by me.â€</span><br/><br/>Her heart tripped over itself again, the sound of his voice enough to make her knees go weak. Nodding a small gesture, she moved slowly to his side, kneeling by his side, though she was careful to keep from invading his privacy and looking toward him. Even if he was naked...and muscly...and wanting her...barely a few inches away.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sure it's odd having to...teach another what to do...huh?" she commented, self-deprecation her nervous tick. "Sorry, I'll keep quiet..."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He smiled, his hand extended to touch her cheek, fingers grasped her chin to guide her eyes to his own. â€œWhile you are with me and we are sharing it this moment, you are free to say whatever you want. Understand?â€ Though before she could answer, his hand shifted to behind her head and he pulled her to him for another sweet kiss. Tender, gentle, slow as he took his time to enjoy the embrace, the feel of her lips against his own. A soft moan of yearning poured from his lips against her own as he finally allowed for the kiss to end. He lingered close to her and whispered. <br/><br/>â€œDon't be shy or afraid....I want you to look at me, to feel me...â€ at the last part his free hand took her hand and rested it on his chest.</span><br/><br/>Eyelids fluttering closed, she leaned into his touch, only to open them when she felt his pull, felt his guiding, gaze blatantly nervous and out of sorts. Her tongue darted out over her lips, pulling the lower into her mouth to bite on as he spoke, trying to tell herself she didn't need to be nervous about what she wanted to ask or say...and her lips parted to say as much...<br/><br/>But he'd pulled her for another kiss, and her reply went out the window. Her heart skipped beats, her breath hitched, and his moan was answered by a whimpering of her own. She even started to lean into his kiss as he tried to let it end, her breath scant, mingling with his own, eyes dropping from his to follow his movements as her hand was placed on his chest.<br/><br/>For a moment, it didn't move. Her eyes drifted closed, relishing the feel of his chest beneath her palm. Fingers splaying out to feel as much of him as she could without moving, his skin burned, deliciously so, muscles moving as he breathed. As her breath slid out, her hand slid, the faintest of smiles pulling at her lips, though her eyes remained closed for another breath longer.<br/><br/>When they finally opened, they remained lowered, lowered to his form as her hand slid along him. Across his chest, along his shoulders and collar bone, she reveled in the feel of him. Shyly, her eyes glanced back up at his, gauging that what she was doing was acceptable, before they darted back down, too enthralled with him to keep from looking at him for long.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Eyes drifted closed, he gasped softly at the sensation of her hand on his chest. Sure, moments ago she had been grasping at him and pulling at him, but that had been in the heat of the moment. Now, there was time to explore, time for her to  feel and enjoy. <br/><br/>More than enough time for them to just take a moment and enjoy. More than enough time for him to get his thoughts together for just how he was going to....explain this to her.....<br/><br/>â€œUm...would you mind, washing my back for me?â€ he asked with a tone that was thick and husky with his desire her. The look that he gave her, when his eyes finally opened was one of approval and pleasure. Thus far, every inch that her hand had touched felt like it was afire, despite how hot the water was itself.</span><br/><br/>His reactions kept her going, kept her exploring over his skin, fingers feeling along the his muscles and committing each wonderful contour to memory.<br/><br/>There was no hesitation when he asked her to wash his back, merely happy that she'd be able to touch more of him, to feel more of him. When he leaned forward, she started in slow, allowing both hands to glide along his skin, before picking up the soap and washing his back, her touch more of a massaging caress than actual washing, but she figured it'd do the same job.<br/><br/>So long as he was happy and like what she was doing, she'd continue.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The massage on his back and shoulders made him moan, eyes again drifted closed as he gave himself up completely to the magic of her hands. <br/><br/>â€œMaria...â€ his voice moaned out, head rolled back to look up at her for a moment. Then because he could not resist, he reached for her again to pull her down into another kiss. This one with a bit more heat behind it than it was last time, his tongue darted across her lips in an effort to seek entrance to dance with her own. <br/><br/>There was so much of this that was wrong, so much of this that they should not do and should not enjoy. But, he could not help himself. A man who has always done what he wanted and enjoyed the pleasures of life, had a hard time to resist what he wanted. <br/><br/>He wanted Maria.....</span><br/><br/>Her name...She could listen to him moan her name--hell, even<span style="font-style: italic">say</span>her name--for hours. Just the way it rolled off his tongue, it sounded heavenly. Where she once grew sick of her name being constantly announced in banquet halls, or even just entering a room. But with him...with him, it sounded like the sweetest name on earth.<br/><br/>There was no fighting it when he pulled her down for another kiss. The only thing she lamented was feeling as though she'd lose her balance at any given moment, her head feeling light, her body following suit with the infectious sensation. Her tongue met his own, dancing with it as her hands gripped a bit tighter in their massaging, if only to steady herself while she kissed him back so completely.<br/><br/>That voice in the back of her mind was warning her about something, something she couldn't quite hear or comprehend. Nor did she care to comprehend. Whatever it was saying, whatever warning or berating it deemed necessary in that moment paled in comparison to what she was doing, and who she was doing it with.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The tub was too confining, too constrictive. He wanted more space, more chances to touch her and hold her against him. Yet, at the same time he did not want the kiss to end. With only breaking the kiss for a moment he stood, lips on her own again as he pulled her against him. He just had to feel her, just had to hold her....there was a lot that he <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> to do and a lot that he <span style="font-style: italic">should</span> not do.<br/><br/>Yet, all that he cared about was her lips against his own and the heat of her body while she was pressed against his chest. It would all be so easy to just let what they both want to happen, to let it progress to enjoy it and let what may come, may come. <br/><br/>No. He could not. He could not enjoy her in the way that they both want. There was just this moment, a limited moment but it was still a moment.</span><br/><br/>Maria was quickly becoming of the mind that breathing was overrated. Even in the instance where she almost drowned, it'd been the catalyst of the entire thing. Had she not been able to breathe before, he wouldn't have had to press his lips to hers to bring her back. She wouldn't have been as shaken, as disoriented. He wouldn't have carried her, or held her close to share warmth...and they wouldn't have kissed that first time.<br/><br/>Everything they'd been through up until then had led them to this and she wouldn't change it for anything. Even though she was going off to marry a man she didn't love, it was that that brought her to BrÃ¡dach, in which they could share this blissful moment, a moment she'd cling to and remember for the rest of her days.<br/><br/>When he stood, breaking the kiss for that brief second, she whimpered, eyes blinking open as she watched. And, in that small moment, she caught a glimpse of just what she was missing and her eyes widened all the more. She couldn't help it. It was there, and huge, and left her lips parting in shock, lips that were shortly after commandeered again by his own, arms pulling her close. The blanket she'd first clung to on the walk in had started to fall when she shifted as he did, and the embarrassment that'd once lurked there was no longer. It fell without a worry, completely forgotten, her arms wrapping around him, splaying over his skin, his burning against hers, another moan falling free into his mouth as her tongue followed suit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">It was hard to describe how it felt to kiss her, to hold her. Feel her body against his, to hear her moan, his tongue to dance with her own. Why was this moment, so....special? An innocence to her that lured him in that made him want her. Yet, it was more than that, it was more than this innocence and purity about her. A kinship, which he felt for her because she was like him. Trapped in a life, because of the actions of their parents, trapped by the rules set into place by the â€œrulingâ€ class. <br/><br/>He could not even begin to count the nights that he spent alone, with a silent yearning for just anyone at all to understand him. Now, he has found that with Maria, at least that is what it seemed like to him. It seemed like she knew him, understood him. Sure he had started off with this hatred and distrust of her, because of the family she was born into. There had been the animosity toward her and in all honesty it had just been about the money. Now....<br/><br/>He was not so sure....<br/><br/>The edge of the tub was cleared without the kiss ending, while he walked backwards toward the bed, his arms held her to him. When the edge of the bed hit the back of his legs, he broke the kiss, again he lingered close to her. <br/><br/>â€œLet's sit....â€ he whispered then sat down himself, his hand in her own to guide her down beside him. Once she was seated he spared a moment to look at her again, take in the stormy intensity of her eyes as they were alight with passion and desire now and not the rage he had sought to kindle there prior. â€œBeautiful,â€ he spoke in a hushed tone, before the urge to kiss her was once again too great and his lips captured her own once more. The moan that came this time was deep, throaty, almost like a growl while he let his tongue explore her mouth.</span><br/><br/>Had she known what he was thinking about, she'd have readily assured him of the understanding. Of her countless days and nights, surrounded by people showering her with hollow comments, not truly caring what she thought or how she felt. No one but her father actually cared about her, and even his caring seemed to wain after her mother died. It was as though she was the only person he'd finally found feelings for, and she was just the one he was<span style="font-style: italic">supposed</span>to care for.<br/><br/>And he hadn't hesitated to accept the offer put forth by the Sirmians...<br/><br/>Now, here she was with a man who could understand her. Could understand how it felt to be alone, and misunderstood. The reputation of rangers wasn't looked highly upon, even if their skills were well above any of the paid guards. Their knowledge of the forests and how to get around, where to go, how to stay safe...They were considered beneath everyone.<br/><br/>But he understood her. He understood her more than anyone else ever had, as no one had ever tried. He was a kindred spirit, a spirit she was now kissing, and holding, and made her feel incredible. It was the first time in her life she'd felt so good, and wanted to make him feel the same. So, as he pulled her along, backing up, she hardly noticed, too enthralled with the kisses and the way his body felt against hers.<br/><br/>She wouldn't have noticed anything had he not stopped, and broken the kiss. Her eyes remained closed, tongue darting out over her lips to pull the lower in, biting into it as she waited for whatever he was planning. His words had her nodding, the sitting a good idea as her head felt so light, lowering to the bed, lip still firmly embedded. With a shaky breath, she waited for something...anything...<br/><br/>...And that anything ended up being a compliment. It had her eyes blinking open, a blush taking hold of her cheeks once more, looking over at him shyly, hesitant, as though in disbelief that he could think her beautiful. Not that she'd never heard the compliment, but it was never genuine, and with him...he meant it.<br/><br/>Her heart skipped several beats, lips parting in her shock, a faint smile pulling at their corners before she met his kiss half way, eyes closing, arms holding him tight, his growl met with a moan of her own. It was then she realized she'd do anything for him then...Because it felt right. Because she wanted it. Because she wanted him. She had feelings she couldn't explain and had no hope of figuring out right then, but she knew...she knew, anything he asked of her...<br/><br/>...Would be done without hesitation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">So much he wanted right now, so much he wanted from her and yet, those thoughts were wrong. He could not have that, he would not be able to have that with her no matter how much he wanted it from her. What he could have...<br/><br/>â€œTouch me...,â€ he murmured against her lips amidst the kiss. â€œFeel me...â€ he moaned against her lips again. He wanted her to touch him, needed her to touch him. If that was all they could have, then he wanted it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Touch me...</span><br/><br/>The words reverberated over and over in her head as she kissed him, a hand already inching lower. Slowly it crawled over his shoulder and down his chest. Trembling with a combination of nerves and need, it continued its trip south, feeling ab after ab until something felt even hotter against the tips of her fingers.<br/><br/>She instantly drew in a sharp breath, a sound escaping into his mouth as her fingers slid along his entire length, the pads of her fingers a light caress, a fleeting caress, before traveling back down. Another journey over him, and she tentatively took him into the palm of her hand, fingers enclosing around him, barely able to hold it completely in her small hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What do I do?</span>she wondered, nerves kicking in. Slowly, she kept a hold of it, and started to move her hand. Her grip was firm, but not overly so, afraid she'd hurt him, hand moving up and down. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at it, and then back up at him, worried. "Am..Am I...doing this right?" Maria asked, breathless.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">That first fleeting touch, made him gasp and tremble. Then when she took him into her hand, he moaned deeply, his hand gripped tightly into the sheets. It took a moment for her question to register, his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he nodded and groaned. <br/><br/>â€œMmm....yes....perfect...â€ he managed after a moment. Where he had been thinking before there was little to no thought now. It was just the sensation of her hand on him and the bolt of straight pleasure that went all through him. <br/><br/>At some point he moaned her name, his hips bucked slightly from the bed and groaned in pleasure. This felt like heaven, yet still...he wanted more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How to convey....the need for more?</span></span><br/><br/>His reaction gave her a sort of...confidence. Something she couldn't describe, but started to pulse through her veins as readily as her attraction to him, and the pleasure wrought with seeing him like this. Instead of diving in for another kiss to his lips, she changed tact. While her hand moved a bit faster, daring to hold a bit tighter, her lips moved to his neck, kissing and suckling as he'd once done to her. She even tentatively bit his neck, and nibbled, moving about his neck and shoulders.<br/><br/>"And this?" Maria moaned against his neck, her voice quickly losing any embarrassment or shyness, fueled by how he seemed to be liking what she was doing; She hoped what she'd started to do felt as good as it had when he'd done it to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">When she picked up pace he worried for a brief moment that he would lose it then and there, but he managed to hold on. Another groan spilled from his lips, hips again jerked slightly and when she nibbled an arm reached forward to hold closer. <br/><br/>â€œOh...yes...Maria. That feels amazing....â€ he managed to get out, thought was even harder now.</span><br/><br/>There was another thing she wanted to try...something she was almost scared of, but couldn't get the idea out of her head. Her lips started to trail downward, kissing a trail down his chest and his stomach, lower and lower until...<br/><br/>She hesitated, breath washing over him, licking her lips...and then slowly licking the tip of him, testing how it tasted, how it felt against her tongue. His taste was better than she thought it'd be, moaning against him before carefully taking some of him into her mouth, tongue still trying to lick over it.<br/><br/>Briefly, she wanted to ask if it felt okay, but that'd mean releasing him and she wasn't quite ready to do that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">When the kisses began to go lower his breath hitched in his chest and he had no notice of anything else in the world but her. The hesitation made him gasp and wait, the heat of her breath against him made him strain to not jerk his hips. <br/><br/>Then her tongue touched him and he groaned so loud, though he barely noticed it. When she moaned and then took him completely it took everything to not jerk up into her mouth. As it was his hand went to the back of her, as he wanted her to stay there, wanted the pleasure to continue. <br/><br/>â€œOh....god...Maria....â€ he groaned, head rolling back as he focused on just her and breathing. Only two things in the world that he was concerned with at the moment.</span><br/><br/>That was all she needed to know she was doing it right. Though she couldn't take him completely into her mouth, being that he was too large and made her gag, she worked her hand in time with her mouth. Frequently, she'd take him out, and run her tongue along the entire length, and press kisses into it, before returning it to her mouth, suckling on it.<br/><br/>But, as good as he tasted, and as much as he seemed to like it, she didn't think it'd be enough. Even if enough for him, she'd still want him, still want to feel what it was she'd be missing...To feel him entirely...To lose herself to him, and to give him that most precious part of herself.<br/><br/>Still, she pressed on, only letting up with her mouth when her jaw started to hurt from holding itself open to accommodate him.<br/><br/>"BrÃ¡dach...BrÃ¡dach I want you..."<br/><br/>Her eyes opened a bit in surprise at herself for saying it aloud, for being so bold. But, he'd said not to worry about what she wanted to say, not to be nervous or shy and just to say it. "I want you...so badly...I think I...no, I know that I...that I need you..."<br/><br/>Where her eyes hadn't been looking at him before, they hazarded a look up at him then, vulnerable but heated, her entire body aching.<br/><br/>"...Please..."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">BrÃ¡dach was in heaven, beyond that as he lost himself to her and the pleasure she gave him. It felt amazing, there were no words to describe it, but there was something that was missing something more that he needed. <br/><br/>Then her voice cut through his moans, cut through the haze he was in and he felt like the world had come to a complete stand still. His head rolled forward and his eyes met her own, â€œMaria...â€ then she said <span style="font-style: italic">please</span> and he felt his heart skip a bit. <br/><br/>He knew what he should say, knew what he should do, but what he wanted, what she wanted...no needed....<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How could I deny her? </span><br/><br/>The hand at the back of her neck guided her back up to him and he wasted no time in kissing her again. Tongue bold now to seek out a place that was familiar, a place that was like a second home. Then he rolled so that she was beneath him, and he gently nudged her legs apart with his knee. While the kiss continued he lined himself up and rubbed himself along her, making sure that the length made contact with her clit thoroughly.<br/><br/>â€œSay you want me, againâ€ he groaned, the kiss broken so that he could lavish attention on her neck. â€œSay you need me....â€</span><br/><br/>In that pause, that small moment in time where everything seemed to halt--including her breath--while she waited for his reaction, she was almost certain he'd say no. There was still that part of her that feared what he thought of her, feared he'd think her a silly, petulant girl who was acting on a whim, who didn't really want what she said she want; After all, how can you know what you want if you've never had it?<br/><br/>In that small moment of time, her mind piped up, telling her she needed to stop before she went any further, that she'd broken all hope of chastity just being near him in that fashion.<br/><br/>That voice was neither one she wanted to listen to, nor would listen to.<br/><br/>She was to be married to man she neither loved nor wanted, and here was a man who did want her...at least in this way. He wanted her outside of the realm of pro-creation, and wanted to be with her like this...The same as she wanted him. If she was to be tied down to someone for the rest of her life, she wanted to feel what it really should feel like, how it would be if it were<span style="font-style: italic">perfect</span>...And Maria had a feeling it would be perfect with him.<br/><br/>But soon, that moment ended, and she was following his guiding hand back to his lips, kissing him hungrily as her tongue joined in the fray of his own. A sound of surprise slipped free as he rolled her, having not expected it, though she didn't not like it either. Legs parting, even if nervous, she pushed it aside, only to cry out into his mouth at the way he burned against her, hips jumping and twitching at the rub against her clit.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Words...he wants words...</span>she told herself, trying to remember how that worked. "I want you," she moaned out, eyes stormy, bright, voice husky with need and longing. "BrÃ¡dach, I need you...I need you so badly, it hurts...please, BrÃ¡dach..."<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The words made him tremble, her twitching beneath him made him groan. He continued the rubbing until her breathing became heavy, then he moved back just a bit so that he was pressed against her entrance. Weight was shifted to his knees, before he slowly began to push into her, the moan that came from his lips natural though he took the time to be slow and careful. <br/><br/>She was tight, though that was an understatement. Yet, he felt her stretch and give way to him and each inch was more and more like heaven. Then he hit the barrier he knew that he would and he stopped, his lips dragged across her neck and shoulders. <br/><br/>â€œMaria...â€ he whispered her name against her ear before he gave a small jerk of his hips to push through her barrier, then he held her and waited while she adjusted to the new sensation and to give the pain a chance to subside.</span><br/><br/>Each time he passed over her clit, she thought she was going to explode. It was too hot, too pleasurable, too much for her to take. Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders before sliding down his back, unable to remain clinging as the urge to touch and feel was too great to ignore. Her chest heaved, pressing into him with each breath harder than the last.<br/><br/>What she hadn't quite accounted for..was how it'd feel when he started to enter her. At first, the pleasure far outweighed the stretching she felt as he started to push forward. In fact, her mind started to laugh a bit, his words of how it'd hurt her first time echoing, followed by a "this isn't so bad". But, the further in he got, the more that stretching begun to hurt, as though she were being pulled apart. The kisses along her neck and shoulders, while pleasurable, were overshadowed by what he was doing elsewhere, the nerves starting to kick in.<br/><br/>...Then came the pain.<br/><br/>It hurt. A lot. Her head snapped up as her body tried to curl into a ball, only to be stopped by his own for between her legs and against her. There was a cry, before it cut off as her air ran out, head dropping back against the pillow as she tried to comprehend what she'd just done. Tears welled up in her eyes as they lay there entangled in one another, arms clinging tightly to him, thankful for his pause, and thankful he didn't plunge ahead.<br/><br/>And, like all things...that pain started to fade. It slowly became a sensation she wasn't sure how to feel about. She felt stretched to her limit, as though he'd tear her in two, but then...it felt good. Or, it felt good-ish. Where they'd not moved yet, and he'd waited for her to get used to it, the pain still lingered on the outskirts of the sensation as a whole. Her hold on him loosened, a hand starting to slide up his back and back down, her breathing still shallow, though shifting back to heavy and hot.<br/><br/>When this was over...she'd have so much to say to him...<br/><br/>For now...she wanted one thing...and that was for him to move.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">While she adjusted to him he did his best to sit still, to not move and just breathe. His lips against her shoulder and neck dusted light kisses upon her flesh in an effort to comfort her, to show her he was there for her. If this could have been done without pain, without hurting her he would have in a heart beat. At least this way he knew it would be better than if she were to do it with her intended. <br/><br/>There were no emotions or feelings to be shared with them. It was a job, a duty, so there was no reason for him to be gentle. BrÃ¡dach, however, wanted to give her pleasure, to enjoy in it with her, to give her the pleasure every woman deserved especially their first time. <br/><br/>Her hands on his back, the heavy breathing, he slowly drew his hips back before he pushed back into her. The deep groan from his throat spilled into her lips when he found them again and it continued with each movement of himself within her. The kiss he held and continued even if his head swam from the lack of oxygen he had from the constant moaning. This felt...there were no words that could describe how this felt. All he knew was that this had been what he wanted....what he had needed and he was going to indulge in the moment for as long as he could hold out.</span><br/><br/>She didn't hear him, not really. What she<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>hear, however, was herself. The moan she loosed as he pulled back and pushed back into her was louder than she'd have thought possible. Perhaps it was because of the way she was trying to get used to it, and the feeling was foreign to her, as his fingers earlier couldn't have compared to this and how it felt.<br/><br/>Lips moving against his, Maria clung to him, moaning, struggling to breathe. It hit her then that nothing else would ever feel that good in her life, that this was the last time she'd be able to indulge, to feel as though how she felt mattered. He hadn't rushed her, nor intentionally hurt her, but tried to make it as painless as possible. He wasn't completely losing control with her, which kept the residual pain from becoming more than she could take.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This is what it should be...but what I won't have...</span><br/><br/>Thought came unwelcome into her mind, marring the moment. So, throwing herself more into the kiss, allowing her hips to move against him instead of just laying there. If this was going to be their last, she'd make sure he enjoyed it, and would remember it for the rest of her life. Admittedly, she wasn't sure how long she could hold out in the moment, how long she could last, as the pleasure was already mounting despite the pain and residual ache, but she was going to try and hold out. Just a little longer, at least.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The kiss, despite his desire to continue, he had to break it, it had to end. Heavy breathing, panting and moaning made it harder as it was for him to breathe, let alone while he kissed. Instead his mouth found a place at her neck, on her shoulder and there he moaned while his lips and tongue tasted her there. Slow out and then back in again, he groaned and moaned with each action, his hand gripped the bed and twisted in the bedding. <br/><br/>The increase in pace was slow, his body reacting to her own. To the heavy breathing, to the contracting of her about him as he drove himself in and out again. <br/><br/>â€œMaria..â€ he growled with desire, with want and need. He could feel that edge, feel that climax as it teased him and taunted him but he could not get over that edge. It was like he was waiting for something, waiting for that final nudge over the edge and he was not sure.</span><br/><br/>The way he was going was almost torture in and of itself. Yes, her muscles were starting the very real contracting in which warned her of the oncoming release, but she wasn't ready to let it go just yet. She wanted to cling to this moment a bit longer, to enjoy it a bit longer, to stay this way as long as she could before her fate was sealed and the cloud of passion and need wore off.<br/><br/>Still, with the pace increasing, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. There was this urge to tell him to take her completely, with abandon, as he would anyone else, but the truth was...she didn't want it to be like anyone else. She wanted this moment to be special, to be something that was marked in history, something that not only she would remember...<br/><br/>The growling washed over her, met with a louder moan from herself, her back starting to arch, hold on him tightening as her balance on the edge of release began to wane.<br/><br/>...And she tumbled over. His voice, his handling, the feel of his body connected with her own, moving in sync, was too much. The orgasm hit her and hit her hard, her nails digging into his back as her own lifted off of the bed, entire body flush against his own as everything contracted. Again and again, wave after wave crashed over her, unable to catch her breath and reaching a pleasant light-headedness, the sensation of being unfathomably light taking complete hold of her. Had he not been over her, she was sure she'd have floated away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">It felt like he was on fire and she burned just as hot as himself. With each moment that passed he moved a bit faster and harder, ever mindful of her and how she reacted. Then it happened and he felt her body tumble into that blissful climax, the contracting muscles, her nails being dragged down his back and he felt his own climax slam into him. <br/><br/>Faintly he heard himself cry out as he felt release, after release, all the while his hips continued to move , continued to draw out each of their orgasms for all that it was worth. In the very, very back of his mind the thought was to pull out, to stop and not cum inside of her. But, he wanted to feel that, to feel himself empty into her. To feel her become one with him. <br/><br/>The motions of his hips gradually slowed until he felt himself completely spent, though he made sure not to crush her with his weight. Even still, he did indulge himself in licking, kissing and nibbling on her neck before his lips took her own in a sweet, sweet kiss. When it was over he smiled, a true genuine smile before he carefully extracted himself then laid beside her. Though their contact was quickly reestablished when his arms reached out to wrap about her and pull her toward him. There would be a lot to talk about, but right now for this night, there was just them and no one else mattered in the world.</span><br/><br/>If she thought her own release was mind-blowing...adding his own on top of it was explosive. Where her release would have stopped, his only escalated her own. His cry had her body trembling more, hips still crashing into her even as she tried to get away from his, unable to take the barrage of sensations, including one sensation that burned...one she couldn't place right then, but had a feeling she should have been able to.<br/><br/>Each lick, nibble and kiss was met with a renewed shiver as her body continued to try and regain its composure, to level itself out, barely able to catch a breath. That, however, was not aided by that kiss, but that kiss was the sweetest one yet, her breath hitching and heart skipping a beat in its already erratic pace, looking up at him with starry eyes and a tired smile, her body completely relaxed into the bed beneath her. And, when he shifted, there had been a thought to protest (as she'd thought to do with each time he'd started to pull away from her prior), but he quickly pulled her to him, closing that gap as she nestled into his chest, still trembling in the wake of what they'd done.<br/><br/>And that's when it really started to hit her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I just...gave myself to BrÃ¡dach...I gave myself to someone...who isn't my intended...I just...</span><br/><br/>It was with this train of thought that she fell asleep in his arms, a combination of extreme exhaustion and liquor quieting her mind. Nothing could be done about it tonight; For now, she'd sleep in his arms, enjoy the last of the moment, and wait until tomorrow to sort it all out.