Theo winds his arms around my shivering body. I can smell it again, lavender, and all I want is to stay right here in his embrace.
When my tears die down, I whisper, "Should we go on with it then?" I ask. "The rejection."
"What are you saying?!" His features darken and I look away.
"I am not meant to become a King's lover. I think it's better to stop this before this goes on."
Theo pulls away. I grimace as he tightly grips my shoulders. "Do you really think I still can let you go?! I just found you!"
"But I'm-"
"We will keep it a secret. No one would know that I am not your first. You are going to stay with me." Then he scowls, "Don't tell me you're the one who doesn't want to take an effort?! Are you going to give me up that easy?!"
"But, the other people, they-"
"Fuck them! I want you with me, only you."
I look longingly at him. "If you accept me for who I am, then I will be yours forever."
He takes a sigh of relief and touches his forehead to mine. "I love you, do you know that?"
"Now, I know," I answer.
He gently touches my cheeks and says, "I take a vow. Do you remember that this is forever?"
"I remember," I say, remembering the intensity and the difference of his vow to mine.
Then he lightly kisses my lips, and before long, he pins me on the bed, with his arms on either side of my head. His kisses are soft and fluttery as he lightly wipes my tears.
"You are mine," he whispers again, as his hands explore my body again. "Always remember that."
"I am yours," I answer, responding to each of his touches and kisses. "As you are mine."
"Do you still want to continue?" he asks, his hands lightly touching my legs.
I nod and I open my legs for him. As if afraid of more interruptions, he wedges himself between me and pushes at my entrance. I make a small moan and when my arms wildly reach for him; he leans closer to let me use his shoulder for support. He continues, slowly opening me up to him.
"You're tight," he grunts. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
I shake my head. My hips move to ‌fit him in. I didn't look much at his crotch, but now I am regretting it. I should have checked to prepare myself for this.
He pushes inside me again, and I make a small moan. My arousal is getting higher. I arch my back but he puts me in place.
"Don't… move… so much. You're killing… me, Kaiya," he whispers, as breathless as I am.
"Theo… ah!"
I sob on his shoulder until finally, he's fully inside me, and everywhere I tingle in desire. I want more of him, but I'm not sure how. Nothing else can make our bodies closer than this.
"Theo…" I call again. "I love you."
He stares at me and then possesses my mouth for a wild kiss. His hands massage my legs and shoulders while his tongue intrudes my mouth. As I moan in pleasure, I feel him inside me, more pronounced and getting bigger. I moan in his mouth and he kisses me hungrily as if he couldn't get enough.
"I'm going to move," he whispers.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I don't want to let him go when suddenly he pulls back and rams inside of me. I stifle a scream. He did it again and I bite my lips. This is what he meant by move! Not move away from me!
"Ah!" I scream but I cover my mouth.
My fingers claw on his back as he continues thrusting inside. I feel like my body is not my own anymore. I wrack with pleasure, tremble with desire, and instead of moving away from these strange sensations, I wrap my legs around his waist. His thrusts become faster, his moans louder and I let him do whatever he wants with my body, which only heightens my own pleasure. And finally, his body shivers. He slumps on my chest, breathing hard while his seed spills inside me.
I touch his head. His forehead and shoulders are slick with sweat. I wipe it and try to calm him down. However, as I continue, I feel him getting bigger inside me again.
He pulls back and grins, "I love it," he says. "Never had I experienced something like this."
I smile, letting my fingers touch his long black, violet hair. It's soft ‌and the way it touches my chest creates tension that I never knew will be possible.
He pulls my legs up and places them on his shoulders. "I can feel that you are ready for another round," he says while making a salacious grin.
"I am," I admit.
He pulls back and thrusts again. With no support this time, I grab the crumpled blanket as pleasure courses through my body. Then he kneels before me, raises my waist, and without foreplay, rams inside of me. It's fast, faster than he did before, but this time, I try to meet him in the middle. I want to give him more pleasure than anyone could ever give. I want him to only think of me, to only have me in his bed. If that is being greedy, I don't care; I want him.
"Theo," I call. "I'm close," I whisper, almost imperceptible, as my hands reach for his knees on either side of me.
"Together," he whispers, and then when I feel his release, I let out as well, not holding back as we embrace each other.


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I can hear ‌the scurrying of feet outside our room, but no one is daring to knock. Theo's arms and legs are entangled around my body. Our bodies are so close, I am not even sure where he and I end. I snuggle closer to him. I can smell lavender, but not only that, there is also the smell of sex, of our bodily fluids.
My cheeks warm as I remember the things we've done. From morning, we continued until well into the night, with only a few minutes of respite. We even take only a few bites of food and before long, we are making love everywhere in the room again. Most of it is on the bed, but we've done it on the couch, on the table, on the cabinet, on the door, and even on the tub of tepid water.
We only stop when I am too exhausted and too sore to even make our copulation enjoyable. I feel raw, that every small movement, and I can remember all the things we've done, or he had done to me. I blush and I hide into his chest. He's still sleeping, his chest rises and falls with each of his breaths.
Did Nowra feel like this too? I feel like this is the happiest I have ever been. All those pleasures, how can I give that back? Is it really fine that I am at the receiving end of it all?
I look at Theo's face. In his sleep, I won't be able to guess that he can do those things to keep me on the verge of madness, every time we do it. This. I feel like I will get addicted to this, to him. This lust and love, is this really the focal point of the mate bond? Somehow, I can't believe that if he rejects the bond, everything that I am feeling now will be erased and replaced with grief instead.
"King Eugene!"
I jump at the voice. Harbin! I look around for the blanket but it's nowhere to be found. We are lying naked on the bed, with nothing to cover us!
Theo groans, waking up and hugging me closer to his chest. "Ugh! That old man!" he complains.
"It's late morning now! You need to start with your duties today!"
Theo looks at my beet-red face and smiles. "Hmm, I think ‌my Kaiya is ready for another round."
Before his lips descend into mine again, I cover his mouth. "It's Tuesday, we need to do our duties. And besides, Harbin is about to come crashing into our room."
He lifts me to sit on his lap. Then, he starts to put small kisses on my cheeks again, when suddenly his fingers touch between my legs. I squeak and remove his grasping hands from me. But he continues, he's about to insert his finger again when I push him sharply, causing me to fall from his embrace and I come tumbling into the bed, with one leg hanging over it.
"That's an erotic position," he says, regarding me with my back on the carpet.
I try to move, but it's only putting me into an even more awkward position. My face reddens especially when Theo's eyes travel all over my body.
I stiffen and whisper, "Stop staring already."