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Pursuit of happiness.
Hava lifted her face further toward Makhahr and felt his mouth settle onto hers. She sighed at the feeling of his lips pressing tenderly into hers and parted them, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, dizzying in how unexpected it seemed, yet how completely sure she felt under his touch as if, just as he said, this moment was always meant to exist.
The kiss deepened and Hava wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing her closer to her. Suddenly he pulled away from her and looked at her through lowered eyelashes.
"You know I am not one of your kind," he said.
It was a statement, not a question, but she nodded in response.
"Yes."
"And you are alright with that?"
"I want you, Makhahr. It doesn't matter to me."
He leaned down and captured her mouth again, biting into her bottom lip.
"There are things about me that are different."
"Tell me."
She was nervous about what he was going to say, but she felt so passionately drawn to him she knew that no matter what he said, she would still need him. It was as though her pull toward the Statue had been actually been a pull to him, and that somehow, she had been waiting for this moment all her life
"I am stronger than human men."
"How much stronger?"
He reached down and swept her into one arm, pulling her up so that he cradled her against the front of his shoulders. She gasped and clung to him, noticing that his muscles didn't even seem strained.
"I am also more…powerful."
"What do you mean?" she asked in a powdery whisper.
Makhahr nuzzled his face against her stomach until her shirt moved out of the way and touched a kiss to her skin. She drew in a breath as he moved his mouth down, still holding her against him as he let his lips trail down until he reached the waistband of her pants. His tongue dipped beneath the waistband and she arched against him.
"Let me show you."
He tucked his other arm around her and she didn't protest as he started moving away from the building and into the darkness. He carried her a short way before she saw a row of smaller homes positioned along a winding trail. He walked through the door to one and she felt them climbing stairs before he lowered her gently onto a soft mattress.
Makhahr came down with her, stretching his body over hers so that she could feel the full weight of him crushing her down into the bed. It felt warm and fulfilling, and Hava indulged herself by lifting her head to run her tongue along his collarbone. He kissed her languidly for a few long seconds before bringing his hands to the hem of her shirt and nudging it up.
Hava submitted to him, allowing his hands to move patiently over her body, removing each article of clothing until she lay bare in front of him. She felt herself trembling with nearly uncontrollable desire, a need that far surpassed the time she had known him to a connection that she couldn't understand but craved.
He gazed down at her admiringly, seeming to take in all of her before pushing back off the end of the bed to stand over her. She watched him kick off his black boots and bring his hands to the front of his belt.
"Your hair," she whispered and he paused, "Take your hair down."
He complied, releasing his hair from its tie and letting it tumble down around his shoulders. Hava bit her bottom lip, wriggling her hips against the bed as she sought relief from the incredible pressure building between her thighs.
Makhahr continued undressing, releasing the sexy studded belt and unbuttoning the buttons along the fly on his pants. As soon as he eased his pants down his hips, she knew what he meant by more powerful. She gasped at the sight of him and felt her mouth water. Rather than intimidated by his sheer size, she was even more aroused. Her body readied for him with a wash of hot slickness and she opened her arms as he crawled up onto the bed.
Gathering him in her arms, Hava let him part her thighs and pull her pelvis up so that the tip of his erection massaged her. The delicious feeling flowed through her and her head dropped back against the pillows. He continued to rub against her, nurturing her and bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
His hand smoothed along the inside of her thigh and down the juncture between her hip and leg so that he could touch her. As soon as his fingers traced through her folds, she heard him groan.
"You are so wet," he murmured.
Hava's body squeezed at the pure, unfettered eroticism of the words and heard a whimper escape her own lips.
"Are you ready for me?" he whispered.
Hava nodded.
"Yes."
The tip of his shaft replaced his fingers at her opening and she felt him gradually sink into her. He eased forward slowly and cautiously, and she gasped as her body stretched to hold him. The feeling was intense, but wonderful as he filled her completely.
"Relax," he said softly and she willed her muscles to soften and accept even more of him.
As her body eased, she felt him start to move. He rolled his hips, sinking deeper into her with each stroke until she finally felt his hipbones touch hers. His hands gripped her butt and she felt him hold her in place as he thrust, putting himself at an angle that caused her to cry out each time the tip of his erection hit the deeply pleasurable place inside her.
Hava buried her fingers in his hair and stared into his eyes as he increased his pace. His sounds began to build and she felt the pressure tightening within her body until suddenly it crashed, contracting around him and then dissolving into a series of tremors that took her breath away. As her body milked him, she felt him swell and harden even further until he threw his head back and let out a roar, spilling into her with each throb deep inside her.
When the most intense waves of their climaxes slowed and quieted, Makhahr lowered himself beside her and tucked his head onto her shoulder so that he could rest a kiss to her neck. She cuddled against him, letting his warmth surround her and lull her into a deep, restful sleep.