Page 37 of Adtovar
“Promise me you’ll be safe today,” I implored, my voice tinged with urgency as our lips parted, leaving us both breathless and panting. Our hearts pounding in a synchronized rhythm that seemed to echo the gravity of my plea.
“I will be safe,” he vowed, his voice steady and assured. “I have too much to live for.” His eyes softened as he leaned in, and his lips met mine in a tender kiss, a profound blend of promise and comfort.
I nestled into the warmth of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.
“Just think,” Adtovar purred, his fingers foraying through my curls. “This time tomorrow, we will be aboard theHistoria, beginning our lives together.” A faint chuckle shook his chest. “I cannot wait to introduce you to my human daughter, Willa.”
“I can’t wait to meet her,” I whispered.
We lay entwined in each other’s arms, our breaths syncing in a gentle rhythm. Only the soft rustling of the blanketsdisturbed the serene silence of the room. We lay entwined together, lost in a tapestry of dreams, weaving visions of our shared future, painting pictures of the life we yearned to build together.
Before long, the faint rustling and shifting of the underground began, signaling the onset of morning. Yet we remained entwined, savoring the moment of peace before the inevitable clash. Bozzo scheduled the fight to begin at noon.
A single shard of sunlight filtered down from a slit in the ceiling overhead, casting a radiant glow onto the pile of cloth pouches scattered across the tabletop. The dust particles danced lazily in the golden beam, adding an ethereal quality to the air.
“I need to get to the arena early,” Adtovar said on the heels of a heavy sigh. He didn’t say why, he didn’t have to. Like me, a part of him hoped that the rumor of the Ungeheuer was that—just rumor. He wanted to be sure.
“Everything is ready.” I let my fingertips trail over the faint raised flesh on his chest, the only physical reminder that he’d nearly died. “I just need to do a last test and make sure all the fire sticks work and hand the bombs out to the girls.”
“I’ll be back before the fight to pick up my bombs,” He smiled and brushed his lips to mine. “And get a kiss for luck.”
Adtovar went to rise from the cot, but I clutched at his shoulders firmly, refusing to let go. I couldn’t let him leave me. Not yet.
Adtovar attempted to rise from the narrow, creaky cot, but I clutched his shoulders firmly, unwilling to let him slip away from me. Not yet. His gaze locked onto mine, conveying a silent understanding that required no verbal exchange. At that moment, our lips collided with an urgent, desperate intensity.
Adtovar rolled me over, pressing my body into the softness of the mattress as he nestled himself between my thighs. The heat of his skin was almost electric, and I felt hiscock, pulsing with an intense rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my own heart. There was no need for the slow build of foreplay. This was about pure, unrestrained need, a desperate hunger that consumed us both.
A low rumble built in his chest as I pressed my hand against the firm bulge in his pants. The heat radiating from him was almost palpable and seemed to turn my blood to lava. My clit pulsed with a steady rhythm, and my core tightened, aching to feel him inside me.
I craved him with an intensity that I couldn’t comprehend, a fervor made even more potent by the looming uncertainty of what lay ahead for us.
My fingers frantically tugged at the tightly knotted laces of his pants, hands trembling as my heart pounded in anticipation. When I finally loosened them, his cock sprang free and my hand instinctively wrapped around him, feeling the firm, unyielding length that pulsed with heat against my palm. The sensation was akin to holding a steel rod fresh from the forge, its intense heat enveloped in a sheath of smooth velvet.
His cock strained upward, the tip engorged and glistening with his desire. I reached out, slowly tracing the pad of my thumb through the wetness, feeling the silky heat. His breath caught audibly, a sudden inhale through gritted teeth. A low, guttural moan escaped from deep within his chest, a sound so raw and primal that it sent a wave of heat coursing through my veins, igniting every nerve ending.
“Mine,” Adtovar grunted. “My mate.”
“Yours,” I promised, letting my breath play along his lips as I stroked him.
His fingers curled around the hem of the thin, worn shift that clung to my body like a second skin. As he slowly pushed it upwards, a cool breeze swept across the exposed skin, sendinga shiver through me, and the air felt electrifying against the warmth and moisture between my legs.
I positioned the head of his cock right at my entrance, feeling the slick warmth of my own arousal as it coated him, eliciting a low, throaty moan from Adtovar. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lifted my hips, adjusting and shifting until I felt the satisfying sensation of him beginning to press inside me.
It felt as though Adtovar had been holding himself back. The moment he slid inside me, the tension broke like a taut band snapping. He filled me completely, thick and hot and throbbing. He moved just enough to seat himself fully within me, then stilled, allowing me time to adjust to his fullness.
“Move,” I begged, circling my hips. “Please Adtovar.”
He did as I asked, withdrawing and slamming into me again with a thrust that spoke of desperate desire. I entwined my arms around his broad shoulders and locked my legs securely around his waist, lifting my hips in a synchronized dance with the rhythm of his thrusts.
His cock seemed to swell within me, each inch pressing against sensitive places that sent electricity coursing through me like a streak of lightning. His thrusts quickened, matching the urgent desire that pulsed between us. Our bodies moved in sync, the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin echoing around us, as bursts of white light danced before my eyes every time he hit deep inside me.
Making love with Adtovar transcended the mere physical act. It was a profound spiritual experience as though every moment of our past, present, and future converged in a divine symphony, as if blessed by the gods themselves.
“I love you,” I whispered, knowing the utterance of mere words woefully lacking in conveying everything I felt for this male. My mate. No matter what the future held. No matter whathappened in the arena, I was bound to him for eternity and beyond.
My orgasm surged through me like a tidal wave, unexpected and overwhelming. A cry of pure pleasure escaped my lips, echoing in the small shabby room. My legs instinctively tightened around Adtovar’s hips, as if that singular, desperate embrace could anchor him to me forever.
With a deep, primal roar resonating from his chest, his body tensed like a coiled spring, brimming with energy. A moment later, a scorching wave of his essence surged within me, igniting a cascade of sensations that sent me spiraling into another climax.
