Page 29 of Broken Bonds

I feel his grin against me and he begins feasting in earnest. I’m suddenly glad that we’re the only two in the whole facility, because I don’t think I could hold back my screams even if I wanted to. Just like that, he sends me rushing toward my orgasm, and I tip over into a blinding abyss. It feels as though electricity is shooting through my whole body as he draws out my release for a long moment. Its’s the most exquisite torment I’ve ever experienced, and even when it begins to feel like too much, I don’t want him to stop.

When I’m left feeling limp and relaxed, Aleixo pushes to his feet. He stands over me, wrapping his fingers around the base of his erection and giving himself a few firm strokes before he reaches down and grabs my hips. I don’t resist as he picks me up and moves me further up the bed so my head is resting on the pillows. Once I’m situated, he climbs up onto the mattress and crawls up until he’s holding himself above me.

Once more, he presses my legs apart and settles between them on his knees. He meets my gaze and holds it as something passes between us. Some connection that’s deeper than sex…deeper than anything I’ve ever felt with another person, in all honesty. How is that possible? How am I feeling this right now? This intense need for him that goes beyond this physical connection that we’re forging?

I force the thoughts aside as they become too distracting. I’m likely just overly sensitive in this moment because we’re naked and vulnerable with each other, and we’re also the only person either of us has seen in weeks. There has to be some sort of strange bond that we have as a result. That has to be the reason for these strangely intense feelings going through me.

Focusing back in on Aleixo and this moment, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Kiss me,” I gently order, wanting his lips on mine when he first enters me.

With a small grin, he readily obliges, lowering his face and slanting his mouth over mine. As we kiss, he slowly begins to sink into me. I gasp against his lips and cling to him tighter.

“Samantha…” he growls as he reaches the hilt. “You feel so good.”

“Mmmm,” is all I can manage to get out. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, but I can’t remember ever feeling so full or wanting so badly for someone to move within me. I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him on, not wishing for him to stop once he’s seated himself fully inside.

He seems to realize what I want, because he slowly pulls himself back out and then pushes back more swiftly. I let out a cry and he does it again and again until he’s pumping in and out of me steadily, almost frantically. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together and our moans and growls of pleasure. We don’t say a word…I don’t think either of us is capable of speech, really.

His body feels so heavy and warm. Impossibly warm. It startles me when his body heat begins to spike, but then I remember what he is and realize that this must be a normal reaction for him. After a few moments, I find that I enjoy the warmth. It’s soothing and relaxes my body, which makes it easier for him to go faster and faster until I’m yelling his name over and over like a mantra.

“Gods, Samantha,” he snarls in my ear. “I’m…I’m getting so close…”

“Don’t stop,” I beg him, tightening my legs. “Please, don’t stop.”

He buries his face against my neck, groaning as his hips piston hard for several more moments, and then…

His roar of release against my throat vibrates through my body, pushing me over the edge again. I’m caught off-guard by my second orgasm, and I scream in shock and ecstasy.

It’s several moments before we both settle back to earth together, clinging to each other as if we are each other’s anchors, keeping us from floating into space in the aftermath. We lay in silence, catching our breaths, and the moment feels just…perfect.

It’s like something I didn’t realize I was missing in my life has suddenly clicked into place, and all is right with the world. Like Aleixo and I were meant to be like this together, in this moment.

“Aleixo,” I murmur, feeling the exhaustion from the day start to settle over me.

“Hmmm?” he replies, and I can hear sleepiness in his tone as well.

“Why does it feel like home in your arms?”

He tenses around me, his grip tightening, and for a second I worry that I’ve pushed him too far. At length, however, he slowly begins to relax again and I feel no small amount of relief.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. “But…you feel like home to me too.”

My breath catches and I bury my face against his chest so he can’t see just how much his words have affected me. Whatever this is, it feels real and good and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found this man in this wintery wilderness. As we continue to hold each other and drift off to sleep together, I can’t help but smile. If I were one to believe in fate, I might think that Aleixo and I coming together was predestined.

Aleixo

When I wake, there’s something warm and soft splayed across my chest. For a moment, I’m confused and don’t know where I am. The room looks like mine, but it’s just a little…off. It’s in that moment that everything comes back to me from the night before. My eyes widen and I gaze down in disbelief to find Samantha asleep on top of me. Her hair is loose and flowing down her back, and her face looks so serene as light puffs of air escape her lips.

I tense, waiting for any regret or fear to seize me…but neither does. To my surprise, I don’t feel the immediate urge to extract myself from her and run out the bedroom door. In fact, I’m rather content laying there with her sleeping so peacefully on me. It feels very domestic. Very intimate. Is it because of the bond that I’m so comfortable like this with her? Perhaps. But perhaps that’s not a bad thing.

Maybe the mating bond isn’t the curse I always thought it to be. Especially if it makes moments like these possible.

I gaze down at her for a few more moments and am overwhelmed with the urge to do something for her. Anything. I have this instinct to provide for her in some way and to make her smile. What can I do? My options are a bit limited given our location, but even something small just to make her happy would be enough for me.

The idea of getting her breakfast in bed pops into my mind, and I latch onto it, thinking it’s brilliant. I’ll go to the kitchen and bring back a bowl of her favorite cereal, along with a cup of coffee. Simple, but I know it’ll make her smile to wake up to it.

Decided, I very carefully begin to free myself from her hold. I don’t want to wake her, so I make sure to move her slowly and gently, giving myself just enough room to slip out of the bed. Standing, I search for my clothes and quickly get dressed. I move to leave, and as I cross the room to her door, I pass her desk. My eyes move over the books and papers strewn on its surface without intention, more as a reflex. The title of one article printed on a piece of paper stands out to me, however, and I stop in my tracks.

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