THE FORGOTTEN FIELDS (NOVEL) - Chapter 123
Chapter 123
THE FORGOTTEN FIELDS (NOVEL)
Varkas lay down carefully over her.
The soft skin, slightly damp with sweat, clung to him like velvet. As he rubbed against that touch like someone savoring it, a trace of fear appeared on Talia's small face, which was plunged into darkness.
As if wishing to erase it, he inserted his tongue once more into her narrow mouth. While he stirred the wet mucosa with voracious appetite, a guttural groan tickled his throat.
He exhaled sharply and gently squeezed the slender body that was stirring beneath him.
Her skin was now slippery with sweat. Or perhaps it was his. With his temperature having risen abruptly, his head began to grow cloudy.
He gradually slid his lips down the delicate line of her neck while rubbing his body, hardened by desire, against that flesh as soft as flower petals.
As he gently bit the nape of her neck, where her pulse beat rapidly, she shuddered and dug her nails into his shoulder.
The rough nails, which she allowed to grow and broke constantly, scratched his skin downward, and for some reason that made his excitation skyrocket even more.
He gave a bite to her prominent collarbone and sucked it hard, inciting that gesture of hers, and then slid his lips toward her chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.
Frightened by the unfamiliar contact, Talia's body, which until then had been docile, suddenly grew rigid. He gently caressed her trembling spine to calm it and filled his mouth with that tender flesh.
From above his head poured sounds in which groaning and weeping intermingled. The heat enveloping him had already reached a level difficult to endure. But his wife still could not manage to relax completely.
Varkas, with impatient hands, gradually and gently traced every part of her rigid body. As his hand descended, the tension around her intensified even more. He leaned over her flushed ear and whispered in a hoarse voice:
—Tranquil. I won't hurt you, so relax.
In the darkness, large and lost eyes wavered aimlessly.
He gradually kissed the edges of her eyes, which were soaked in sweat and tears, and caressed her carefully. The woman, who had resisted with discomfort, began little by little to accept his caresses. Before that disturbingly sensual sight, his vision clouded over for an instant.
Varkas, propped up, observed her intently, and clenching his teeth, drew her closer to him. With a more intimate caress, from between her half-open lips, fresh as roses, a broken and sharp voice poured out.
—Enough, it's enough now. It's done, so do it quickly.
He ground his molars. The desire to obey her command was so intense that it felt as though his body was going to explode. However, he could not let himself be deceived twice.
—No. We still have to hold back.
—I don't want to. I can't hold back anymore. So stop already…
He swallowed those small lips that were baiting him.
Her damp and slippery arm immediately encircled his neck. This woman had always destabilized him with those capricious mood swings. She would approach and he would retreat; when he retreated, she would look at him with eyes full of reproach, and thus she had always been driving him crazy. He captured her in his arms and explored her without any measure.
How much time passed caressing her damp skin and rubbing his tongue against her, he did not know, but Talia's body, which had been rigid with tension, gradually relaxed little by little.
He encircled her right thigh with his hand and slowly lowered his body. The wet flesh firmly tightened around him.
Varkas exhaled his held breath and gripped the headboard of the bed tightly. He tensed his thighs with all his might. Sweat soaked his entire back as he attempted to rein in his body, which wanted to run wild.
He kept chewing the flesh inside his cheek and resisted for a good while, then pushed his hips a bit further forward. And from her mouth, a stifled groan broke forth.
Despite the long time invested, she was slow to receive him.
Varkas, frowning at the pressure that kept increasing, lay over her and took a deep breath. It was not a wise idea. Talia's body odor, which had intensified with the heat, filled his lungs and made his head spin.
He ground his teeth and gripped the headboard of the bed even tighter. With a dry crack, the dense wooden board splintered.
He started, fearing she would be frightened upon hearing it, and cast his eyes down. But his wife did not seem to register anything that was happening around her.
Upon seeing those blank eyes, completely submerged in the unfamiliar sensation, the reins of reason loosened entirely.
He propped one hand beside her head and began to move his hips back and forth. The only thing he could do at that moment was to strive not to run wild like a stallion in heat.
Every muscle in his body contracted in spasms as he contained himself so as not to damage that body, so fragile it would yield to the wind.
Varkas, knitting his brow, alternated between shallow penetrations and withdrawals, but the pressure did not yield. He withdrew his hips.
At that instant, she encircled his back with her arms and emitted a strange sound, a mixture of a choked cry and a groan. When, amidst those sounds, he distinguished his own name, the blood in his entire body shot up, burning.
He inserted his tongue into her mouth and resumed the movement he had halted for an instant. He was no longer capable of containing himself.
The desire to which he had loosed the reins progressively accelerated the pace. He tried to control it again with all his might, but the movement that had already escaped his dominance did nothing but intensify.
He wrinkled his countenance, a prey to impotence, and observed her intently.
—Does it hurt?
She shook her head at the question that cost him so much to articulate, and hung from his neck.
—I-it doesn't hurt at all.
Her damp breath clung to his eardrum like melted candle wax.
He clasped her by the waist and gathered every remnant of dominance he had left. She might be lying; she was a woman who inflicted suffering upon herself out of habit. This time as well, she could be forcing herself to swallow the pain. He must not lower his guard at any moment…
—But something strange is happening to my body, Varkas… do something.
That voice, broken with weeping, swept away all his thoughts at once.
He chewed a curse between his teeth that he had never spoken before and pressed her tightly against the mattress.
When that wet flesh enveloped him completely, the last remnant of his capacity to reason evaporated in an instant. Soon, the violent creaking of the bed and the panting of both filled the darkness.
He wiped the sweat running down his forehead with the back of his hand and contemplated how she swayed to the rhythm of his movements.
That body stirring looked like a water lily dragged by a wild current. He clung to that delicate body and advanced to the limit of desire. At that instant, her body began to shake with slight convulsions.
He firmly held the waist that was arching in spasms and rigidly tensed his spine. Soon, with a fierce jolt that pierced through his backbone, a violent explosion burst inside his entrails.
Feeling his vision turn blurry, he closed his eyes gently.
He did not know how much time passed like that. He waited for their agitated breathing to calm down and then slowly propped himself up to look at her.
As he brushed away her hair, which clung in thick strands from the sweat, a face with a vacant gaze appeared before him. The fact that Talia made no movement, with all her limbs fallen without tension, chilled a corner of his chest.
He took her countenance, soaked in sweat and tears, between his hands and urgently searched for her unfocused eyes.
—Are you alright?
She looked up at him with a bewildered expression.
Fortunately, she did not seem to be suffering. Merely exhausted, as if she had consumed all her energy all at once.
He yielded to an impulse he could not explain and placed his lips on the edges of her eyes. Then her sleepy eyes flew wide open, and inside her dilated pupils, an intense convulsion erupted.
Before he could decipher what it meant, his shoulder was pushed. Varkas looked at her, knitting his brow. The woman was struggling, trying to escape from underneath him. He repressed it out of instinct.
—What's wrong?
—Get off me! You're heavy!
When her struggles intensified, he propped himself up reluctantly. Then she immediately slipped away to one side and, fumbling at the foot of the bed, snatched a piece of clothing and tried in a hurry to cover herself.
Varkas observed her in silence for a moment and then encircled her waist with his arm.
—Stay lying down a bit longer.
—What for?
The woman, who had started, replied in a voice in which the trembling had not yet completely subsided.
—Everything is over now. Now I am going back to my room.
—Who said it was over?
While pulling her toward his lap, she who wanted to move away from him, he slid his lips down the flushed nape of her neck. The sweet scent of her skin caused the heat to rise in his body once more.
—Sleep here tonight.
