Images popped up in my head, images I’d rather not think about. Morana with Abner, turned to ice beside his throne. It hurt to merely imagine her fate ending up like that; I could not pretend to know how I’d feel if it actually did happen, if she chose him instead of me and she died because of it.
I would Morana rather choose neither of us, let her walk free and return to her village, then let her choose Abner.
“I want you. You take up my mind each day and every night. I long to feel you in my bed, in my arms, your skin on mine, no space between us,” I went on, moving to hold her hand near my chest, as if I could force her to feel my rapidly-beating heart. “You make me want everything life has to offer, and more. You make me want it all.”
“Ishan,” she whispered my name, moving closer to me, her head tilted back so she could gaze up at me. Her hand looked pale in mine, the contrast between the colors of our flesh stark but beautiful.
My body burned with a heat I knew could only be put out by her, by feeling her, by having her as I so desperately craved. Still holding onto her hand, holding it against my chest, my other hand snaked around her lower back and held her against me. I felt her breathe in deeply at the gesture, and she did not push me away.
Abner had told me to go to her, but he did not tell me to keep myself from her.
Perhaps it wasn’t fair, perhaps it wasn’t right for me to even entertain the idea… but the mere thought of me leaving this room without taking that dress off Morana’s body and making her mine was akin to torture. I didn’t think I could do it.
I needed her. I needed her right this very second.
“Let me show you just how much you mean to me,” I said, stepping forward, forcing her to step back. I guided us to the bed, but I did not throw her down on it. It was where we shared our first kiss, when I first knew how delicious and addictive she was, where I’d learned I wanted so much more from her. Everything. I wanted everything from her, and then some. “Let me worship you instead.”
I was merely Summer. I might be a god, but I was nothing compared to her. Morana was beauty, fiery grace. She held a spirit that could not be contained by human society or their norms. She never would’ve fit in there, didn’t belong with them. She belonged with me; she always had.
Morana’s voice was barely there as she whispered, “I am no god.”
“To me, you are.” As I spoke, I released her hand, letting it fall off my chest. I also pulled my arm back from her side, moving both my hands to her neck, fingers both gripping the sides of her face and weaving into the base of her hairline. “You are my goddess.”
She said nothing, but an uneven breath left her as her eyelids fell. She gave me a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, and I knew that was all I would get from her, but that was fine; it was all I needed.
I brought my mouth down to hers, taking those lips. Feeling her mouth on mine, it wasn’t like our first kiss, slow and tender, tentative and unsure. This was the opposite: fire and eagerness. Her lips melded against mine, and I tasted her for the first time in what felt like centuries. Each day I was away from her was too much. I could not bear much more of this.
As my mouth ravaged hers, as I devoured whatever moans slipped from her throat and into mine, I reached for her dress. There were buttons on the side, and I undid them one by one. A part of me was expecting her to pull back and tell me to stop, but she didn’t. Thank all that was good in this world, she didn’t. I think I would’ve died if she would’ve done that.
With the buttons undone, her dress became looser on her frame, the small straps of fabric clinging to her shoulders falling down her arms somewhat. I pulled my lips off hers, both of us struggling to breathe, and I locked eyes with her, my palms grazing her shoulders, fingers touching those tiny straps. With a little help, her dress would tumble down, and then she’d be in nothing but her underthings.
And then, soon after that, nothing. She would wear absolutely nothing in front of me, and I felt my whole body harden at the thought, my lower half especially.
We were seconds from passing the point of no return, and it appeared as if neither of us was going to stop. We were both full-speed ahead, neither one of us wanting to put a pause on this. This, us, our union which felt so inevitable—for surely it was. Preordained by whatever higher power there was.
I was not sure what higher power there was above my brother and I, but there had to be something. We did not come into existence of our own accord.
My breath caught in my throat, and I tugged the fabric off her shoulders, helping her out of her dress, watching as it pooled around her feet in a beautiful silver display. Morana stood before me, as gorgeous as ever, her chest held back by a white, padded slip, along with the space near her apex. She was perfect, her hair a little undone, her eyes alight with fire as she gazed upon me.
Her beauty almost made me hesitant to further undress her, but then I felt the ache in my balls and knew I had to push forward, knew I had to see her naked form and meet it with mine.
I took care of her, first. I stepped toward her, reaching for the fabric holding back her chest and undoing it, letting those two round breasts spill free. My hands went for them immediately, cupping them, pinching the nipples on them to make them hard, eliciting a soft moan from her luscious lips.
Slowly, I bent down. I kissed her lips once, then her neck, and as I continued to sink to my knees, I kissed her breasts, taking one of those nipples into my mouth and running my tongue over it. Lower I went still, until I knelt before her, until my head was level with the only bit of fabric still on her body.
My fingers hooked on the sides of her hips along her undergarment, and then I pulled it down along her legs, exposing her more intimate part to me. I heard her breathe out a shaky breath, and I glanced up at her, finding that she stared down at me. Me, Summer, on his knees in front of her. I would never get on my knees for anyone else.
Inching my face toward her, I kissed her somewhere much more private than her mouth. I had to force open her legs a bit to get a better angle, keeping hold of her thighs as I assaulted her apex with my hungry mouth and equally greedy tongue. I sucked, I licked, I made her legs tremble and her voice cry out in pleasure. My actions between her legs made her start to move her hips, grinding that swollen nub in my mouth, and she only stopped when her entire body tensed with the highest degree of pleasure I could give to her, an orgasm so strong she nearly toppled over.
And I bet she would’ve, if I wouldn’t have still had a grip on her thighs.
After she came with a beautiful vengeance, I drew a line with my tongue along those pink folds, withdrawing my mouth from her only after tasting her arousal. Was it odd to say she tasted like sweet, warm summer?
“Lay on the bed,” I instructed, getting to my feet only when I was sure she would comply. Morana leaned back, crawling onto the bed but never once giving me her back. She wanted to watch me undress, hardly blinking as she stared at me with those big, blue eyes and those flushed cheeks.
As the lady would have it. She could have me any way she desired.
I was quick to shed my clothes. Within a minute, I stood beside the bed, every inch of me bared, and I could not stop the grin that formed on my face when I saw her eyes drop to my cock. It twitched in anticipation, in yearning and sheer desire, every bit of me filled with the urge to lunge on that bed, fill her up, and unite us in the way we were always meant to be together.