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The moment you spun on your heel and fled his home Rafayel was after you. The angry and uncharacteristic yell of frustration you had given out before doing so, after he failed to back off during your disagreement, turned argument, turned first real fight made his stomach drop and curl in the worst way. Your voice played in his head as he ran out his door and down to the street in front of his house after you.
Stop! Just... please stop a moment. I hate that we are yelling. This isn't us. This isn't you. This isn't me. Just- Give me a second to breathe for fuck's sake, Rafayel, please!
His words rang in his head too-
If you don't want to hear the sound of my voice anymore, if you don't want to be with me anymore, then why don't you just leave. You always end up leaving anyway.
He never expected you to actually do it. But he had watched as your eyes widened in shock and hurt, and then narrowed. Then, you were gone.
He ran, flinging open the metal gate and stepping onto the sidewalk, eyes desperate, searching for your retreating figure. He had to find you. Apologize. He knew he could be intense sometimes, dramatic occasionally, and that he could push your buttons just to see if you'd leave him. Leave him like the you of your past life had done. Like you had always done.
But he was a fool.
That you wasn't this you. That you was dead and gone. And you, you were the same but so different. You were everything and he had gone and fucked it up. Again.
His head whipped around frantic. Spirits of his ancestors, did you sprint!?! The pit in his gut swelled and grew. He couldn't see you anywhere. He yanked out his phone dialing your number as he started jogging off down the sidewalk. You couldn't have gotten far. Right?
The call went to voicemail. He stopped staring blankly at it. You didn't answer. Maybe... Maybe you couldn't get it in time, yeah. That was it. He breaks out into a jog again, and again rings your number. He would find you. Maybe you were at the bus stop? He pushed his legs faster down the long cosway that connected White Sands Bay Island to the shore, as the voicemail picked up again.
You weren't at the bus stop. It had just left. Spitting out a stream of curses that made a little old lady whack him with her bag, Rafayel dialed a different number. He pressed the phone to his ear, "Thomas, I need a car.... no, I'm not at home. I am headed to Linkon City. On foot. Thomas, please no more questions, just have the car find me! This is urgent!"
When the car- Thomas- found him, he was halfway to Linkon, sweating, sticky, gross, and stressed. He sent out a stream of texts asking you where you had gone, why you weren't answering, that he was sorry, begging you to come back, to answer, to curse him, anything. But they all went unanswered. Unread.
As he went to all your known haunts and favorite places, from your work to the grocery store near your place to your apartment where he ran into that unimpressed blonde Hunter partner of yours that looked perpetually in need of a nap and who refused to buzz him into the building, Rafayel's mental and emotional state continued to spiral. His emotions went from apologetic to concern to flat out fear for your safety. Which he had made clear to that blonde partner of yours... he very nearly throttled the ass. Why did he not see how urgent this was? His words had struck Rafayel and made his stomach turn sour.
"If Y/N was in danger, I'd be the first to know, after all... I'm her partner."
His world felt off kilter. Would the blonde be the first to know? Surely not. Surely, it would be him, Rafayel. Your boyfriend of the past few months. You were soulmates. You came together lifetime after lifetime. He always found you. Always could hunt you down. Always...
Except now. Except this time. Where had you gone...
If you don't want to hear the sound of my voice anymore...
He hunched in on himself, eyes scrunched closed against the echo of his words.
-if you don't want to be with me anymore...
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in agony. His chest panged sharp and raw in his chest.
-then why don't you just leave. You always end up leaving anyway.
You always end up leaving anyway.
He visibly flinched, hand clasped to his chest as he gasped in air. He felt like he was drowning on land. He was a fucking idiot. He turned his head to stare blindly out the window, avoiding Thomas' concerned and questioning gaze in the rear view mirror. His assistant had given up trying to get answers from him. Instead, he watched on with worry all over his face.
Rafayel was soaked. It had begun to rain mid search. It was quickly becoming night. He had been calling, texting, and searching for you for hours. He had ran himself to the point of near exhaustion, and almost had the cops called on him at your work when he kept asking Hunters outside if they had seen you. How embarrassing. For you, not him. He couldn't give a damn as long as he found you, but you... you clearly didn’t want him to find you.
You were gone. He had told you to leave if you didn't want him and you had gone.
He felt numb as the car stopped at last in front of his gate. The car hesitated, Thomas no doubt watching him in concern as he drug his feet passed his gate. Rafayel didn't care. He had pushed you away. Lost you. And it was all his fault. And for what?
The argument had been so stupid. He walked in, not bothering to shut the door. Clothes dripping, leaving pools on the floor as he walked through his home. He passed the dining room that still had your wine glasses and the open bottle and desserts out. He grabbed the open bottle as he moved deeper into the house.
He kicked off his shoes, leaving a trail headed to his living room. The flowers he had bought you sat on a vase on the coffee table. He stared it down as he plopped, wet, onto his couch. No doubt, ruining the orange velvet. He couldn't bring himself to care. Let it all burn.
He paused at that. Why couldn't he burn it all? Let it raise to the ground. Turn these hallowed halls filled with memories- echos of tender kisses, of bare feet running through the halls and playful laughter in the air, of shy glances and touches and yearning for more- why not let it go to ash. His eyes flicked around the room that was filled with memories of you. With a flick of his wrist, his pink flames danced along his fingertips. He stared at the lick of flames as they pooled above his open palm, pulsing- like your heartbeat- and he just.... couldn't do it. With a pained hiss, he snuffed the flames out.
He couldn't burn this place. Not when it held his most precious memories of you. It would be his mausoleum then. His alter of you where he'd remain forever more a ghost of the man that had once had you. That had once had everything.
How had such a good night turned so sour? Why did he have to push at your buttons sometimes? Was it just to see? Just to see if you'd leave him? Why did he push you? Test you? It was sick.
You always end up leaving anyway.
His stomach felt sick. He chugged from the open bottle. Why would he do that? You didn't deserve it. Was he that fucked up from his past that he had to take it out on you? Why couldn't he let go of what had happened in your lives before this one? You were not like him. You didn't remember everything. No wonder you left him. Perhaps he was broken. Too broken after losing you too many times- always slipping through his fingers like sand.
He tsked, and not for the first time, wondered if your "curse" to not remember your past lives was really a curse at all. After all, if he couldn't remember, then he wouldn't treat you as though you were going to leave at any moment. Because you had never given him any indication that you planned to. Not in this life nor any other. You had always been ripped away from him or- he had walked away to protect you. He had done the leaving more than you had. And yet, he blamed you for every night, every breath he had been forced to take without you in his arms. As though you had ever been at fault at all. What kind of monster was he?
The past few months of your relationship, that you two were "official", had been perfection. Sure, you had little spats and sometimes would snap at each other, but there had been so much love. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Love.
He had not even gotten the chance to tell you.
He had been waiting- waiting for the perfect moment. He was going to tell you tonight. It was why he had gone the extra step to make lunch that much more romantic. It was why a meat and cheese board and fresh fruit were waiting in his fridge for later in the night. He hadn't planned on either of you leaving until morning, if then. It was the reason for the flowers before him, the flower petals in the no doubt cold tub upstairs, the petals spread across his bed. Tonight was going to be the night. The one where he told you that you were the love of his life, of all of his lives. He was going to explain what that meant to a Lemurian- how binding and forever that was. There was a small box in drawer by his bedside... And should you have accepted him, all of him and all of your past together, he had planned to ask you to-
He winced, eyes squeezing shut as his chest flared in pain. In protest. His hand not holding the bottle, now empty, clutched at his chest. A hiss of pain. The pain passed. Rafayel slammed the bottle onto the coffee table before his eyes landed on the vase. He knocked the flowers over, sending the vase off the other side of the coffee table, glass shattering, and water spilling with flowers and petals across the floor.
It didn't matter what he was going to ask you. You were gone. His eyes blurred, hot, as tears formed on his lashes. He pulled his knees up to his chest. His shoulders shook. The ever burning flame inside him felt dim, cold, dead. His will was sputtering out. He felt the call of the sea within his bones. What was the point of eternity?
You were gone.
~~Elsewhere~~
Your feet tripped as you hurried down the sidewalk, dodging the deepest of puddles as you went. You did not mean for time to get away from you. When you ran out of Rafayel's earlier, you had only meant to get some fresh air for a short while as you calmed down. You both had ended up yelling earlier and it had felt so wrong. Wrong because it wasn't like either of you.
Yes, you had had disagreements. Rafayel hated when you put yourself in unnecessary danger, though he respected you and your skills at work, even you had to admit that he wasn't wrong when he said you took risks. You didn't mean to. It never was your plan, but something went down and you just sprang into action. He had been right, you had partners in the association for a reason. But it was the way he had said it today, like you were doing it on purpose just to spite him. As though you enjoyed stressing him and making him worry, it had just set you off. You had told him off, and things had spiraled.
And for what? He wasn't even wrong. It just rankled your feathers today because of something some dumb Jock head at work had said about women Hunters needing to be paired with a male Hunter since they were the weaker sex. The dude was written up on the spot; the idiot had said it in front of everyone including your very female boss- moron. But still, you hated being looked down on, doubted, underestimated.
And so, you had taken out that frustration on Rafayel. On your sweet, silly, bratty, but absolutely adoring Rafayel. You had seen how your words had hurt him. When you had said that you didn't need him or any man worrying or looking after you. You had seen the flinch as though you had slapped him as you flung his worry and concern back into his face as though it revolted you.
You had hurt him. And then realized that you both were yelling, and it was all just too much. You felt like you couldn't breathe. It hadn't felt like you. Like him. You felt panic welling up in your throat, restricting your air. So, when you asked for a moment to allow your mind to settle and clear so you could think rationally and he just kept on, you snapped. He offered you an out, and you took the offer for space and walked out.
You walked out knowing his fear of abandonment. You knew and still walked out without looking back. You walked and walked along the shore. Then it started to rain, and you had to find shelter. And to top it off, you hadn't realized your phone was dead until you were stuck miles down the beach, in the rain, hiding out under a pier, and realized you had to now walk all the way back. Why had you gone to the beach instead of your home?
You sighed, spotting Rafayel's house in the distance at last. Of course. Of course, you knew why. Because the beach reminded you of your Lemurian, your Rafayel. Even when you were mad at him, you longed for him. Sought out his essence for comfort. Gods, you loved him so much. So much and you never said it out loud yet. You had to tell him.
You picked up the pace and jogged up to his gate at last. Nearing his door, you saw it open, but thought nothing of it. Rafayel often left it open for you or from distraction as a bolt of inspiration hit him. The house looked dark from the entryway. You called out his name as you toed off your sandy shoes and socks.
You gasped as you stepped and nearly slipped in a large, cold puddle. A trail of puddles large and smaller led inside. You tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, and cautiously made your way inside.
"Rafayel? Are you home?" "Rafayel?" "Ugh, why is it so dark in here? Stupid dead phone. I need a light."
You stumbled into the dining room and followed the wall to the kitchen. You flicked a switch and squinted at the sudden change in brightness. His whole studio was empty and dark. The light from the kitchen spilling out into his painting area across the large room and into the living room area.
Your eyes squinted, focusing. There was a lump on the couch. "Rafayel?" You neared him and saw the wine bottle on the coffee table nearby, then broken glass and flowers scattered around. You step carefully to not get a shard of glass in your foot as you move around the room to him.
"Rafayel? I'm sorry it's late. I didn't mean to be gone for so long, but I went further than I meant to and then my phone died..." You trailed off as he came fully into view. He sat on his couch, cheeks wet with tears, clutching his chest.
You understood all at once why he grabbed that spot, and your heart lurched and dropped to your stomach. You kneeled next to him carefully, "Rafayel?"
When you called out to him, he let out a choked sob of a tortured laugh.
You leaned, moving to place your face into his line of sight. He sat frozen, staring in a daze out of the open windows. "Raf, baby?"
His voice sounded hollow, "Go away." Your heart dropped until his voice continued, "You are a specter. Y/N is gone. She left. Left me." His voice cracked, more tears spill over his lash line to trail down porcelain cheeks. His voice a near whisper, "I've lost you. I love you. I love you more than my homeland, my people. More than my very life. More than the sea. I have loved you through countless lifetimes and will through countless more." He clenched his eyes as he clenched his chest, "I love you enough to let you go if that's what you wish. I'd give it all for you. My last breath. So, please, leave, spectre. Don't haunt my mind like you've haunted my heart these last 800 years. You're gone. At last, you've chosen and it isn't me. Leave me to my heartbreak in peace. Leave me to fade into seafoam at last."
A sob hiccupped past your lips. How could you have hurt him so? This beautiful man with such a beautiful heart and soul. You reached out to brush your fingers across his cheeks, fingers combing into lavender curls as you cupped his cheeks, begging, imploring him to see you.
His eyes shut, agony on his face.
"I am here, Rafayel. I'm real."
A choked sob fell from his lips.
"Look at me."
A shake of his head. If he does, you'll disappear. Slip through his fingers like mist. He wanted to stay in his illusion just a while longer. Hear your voice just a while longer before he has to spend eternity without you, or at least, eternity until he turned into seafoam like so many of his people before. The call of the sea rang in his ears.
"Rafayel, my love, please look at me."
His eyes opened, magenta and blue, hesitant and sorrowful pools. They blinked several times as though clearing a fog before focusing on your face.
You smiled, soft, full of love, thumbs wiping stray tears. "I am here. I'm sorry I got so mad earlier. It wasn't even about you; It was a long shitty day, and that's no excuse. You didn't deserve for me to react like that to what you were saying. And I'm so sorry I ran. I hated that I was so upset and I couldn’t calm down, so I just needed to step away, but- I, I hurt you. I hurt you so badly, and I never ever meant to. That's the last thing I want because I-" Your voice cracked, a lump of emotion in your throat. Your eyes fell for a moment, ashamed. You cradled his hands that laid still clutching at his chest. Tears spilled over your cheeks as you stared into his eyes so filled with sorrow that your actions and words had put there.
"I just- gods, Rafayel, I love you."
He sucked in air.
"I love you so much it makes me feel crazy sometimes. I- I'm sorry this is not how I imagined telling you this." You started to pull away, letting his hands fall from yours.
Long and delicate fingered hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you back. "Say it again."
You blinked, confused by the urgency in his voice as he searched your face. The daze and sorrowed fog was gone. Magenta and blue pools were sharp as they fixated on yours.
"Please. Please say it again or I will be convinced I imagined it."
You studied his eyes. Firmly in his grip, your brows furrowed until it clicked. Your tension left you. Your hands rose to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheek over your favorite mole, your mole, the one you loved to shower with kisses. A soft smile spread across your lips as his cheeks flushed under your touch. "I love you, Rafayel." You shake your head with a soft laugh, "More than that, I am in love with you. With all my hea-"
You were jerked forward into his chest. His lips crashed onto yours. His hands were desperate as they clung to your back, crushing you closer, impossibly closer, as though he needed your very beings to blur into one. His tongue swiped at your lips, hot and wet, begging entry. Demanding it.
You gasped from the intensity of his kiss. His passion poured forth like an unending wall of water bursting from a dam. His tongue danced along yours, caressing, tasting. Hungry and needy. Warm velvet and tasting of the wine you both had been drinking before your argument hours before.
Your hands found his shoulders, trying to ground yourself or be swept away. You had shared kisses. Countless kisses with bodies intertwined. But never like this. You accidentally slipped out a sound. A needy sound of passion. His answering moan as he angled his head to kiss you deeper made a pleasant shiver run down your spine to pool between your legs.
In a flash, his hands gripped your thighs, tugging you into his lap as he stood. His large hands held you under your thighs as you wrapped around his waist. His fingers flexing into your plushness there, greedy and hungry.
You broke the kiss with a gasp, hands scrambling to hold on. Arms wrapping around his neck as his head ducked, his lips covering your neck in messy, hot, open mouthed kisses.
"Wh-what? Where are you taking me?"
His voice was a husky grumble from somewhere deep in his chest, as he licked and nipped at your throat. "I'm taking you to bed, my Heart."
Next thing you knew, your back was falling onto cream silken sheets.
He stood between your parted knees hanging over the edge of the bed. His dual-colored eyes raked over your face hungrily. His lips were parted, chest rising and falling as he panted for breath. He didn't move, tongue peaking out to wet his lips. He was breathtaking. He was passion personified, hair mussed from your fingers, lips damp and red swollen from your kisses.
His voice and the look in his eyes made your insides clench as he reached out, hand on your knee, thumb brushing the inside just so, "If you want me to stop... if you don't want this or..." his thumb stopped, he face flinched, eye closing briefly as though from pain, before opening to peer into your eyes. "If you are unsure of this, of us, of me, tell me now, because once we do this, once we..." He blushed, "you will be mine, and I, I will be yours. A soul bond. It can't be undone. For Lemurians, this is for more than life. It is for all time. It's more than any mortal human tradition. More than marriage. It's unbreakable, unending, forever you'd be mine and I'd be yours. Bound. Bonded. One. If you are unsure-"
You sat up, going onto your knees atop the bed before him. Your palms rested on his shoulders, "Rafayel..." your hands slid down to his chest. "I- " Your hand stopped at the place on his chest were your mark laid, though the red fish wasn't visible now. Your eyes flicked to his, "I want this." Your hands were on the move again smoothing lower down his chest. "I want this bond. I-" Your hands found the bottom of his shirt, fingertips dancing along the hem before slipping under.
He gasped, stomach muscles clenching beneath your touch as your hands found his taunt skin beneath.
"I want forever. I want you." Your hands trailed up the plains of his chest, bringing his shirt with you. Until at last, you griped it in your hands, eyes meeting his in askance.
His lashes fluttered, eyes falling half-mast. He was breathtaking. His arms rose, allowing you to lift the shirt from his body before flinging the offending material away.
Your hands fell back to his shoulders, one sliding to cup his neck as you rose to meet him, chest pressing to his. His gaze turned molten, lust heavy and full of love as he looked over your face. His hands came to rest, just so at your waist, still hesitant but hopeful.
Resolved, you pushed away your nerves, pulling his head down. Breath mingling with his, you gave him what he wanted. What he needed, "I love you. I chose you, Rafayel. Forever and always. Forever, you and me."
His lips crashed into yours like waves upon a storm wall. He laid you down in a sea of silk and white rose petals.
You snatched one, lifting it between you with a raised eyebrow.
He flushed beautifully, "I had plans for us tonight."
You dropped the petal, fingers weaving through his silken waves. "Show me."
Clothes flew to land forgotten on the floor. Breaths panted, needy sounds filling the air, carried away through the open balcony windows and out to the sea. His hands and lips mapped you like you were a precious treasure. His lips and tongue worshipped you, swiping the salt from your skin. His breath was hot in your ear as he- at last- slotted his hips between your parted thighs.
"My Heart, my Queen, my love," fell from his lips like a mantra.
You felt him there, his mushroomed tip parting your lower lips, dragging the pooled wetness and spreading it. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he brushed over your clit. Zings of pleasure shot up to pool, molten, in your womb. You could feel your opening clench, wanting. Your head tossed back, neck straining as your hands clenched on his forearms by your head. His name a gasp, a prayer from your lips, like a worshipper to her god, "Rafayel."
He groaned, head falling to nuzzle your neck. Still, he froze, going no further. He panted, asking, "Are you sure, my love? Are you sure you'll still love me, no matter what I become? You'll still want this? Want me?"
You cupped his face, dragging his eyes up to yours, "Rafayel, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. No matter what you become or who you've been. Take me. I am yours." You ran your fingers along his cheek, repeating his words from before, "A soul bond. Unbreakable, unending, forever. This is what I chose. It's you, Rafayel. It's always been you." You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer with your heels to his bum, causing his hips to drop. You both gasped. His tip slipped into your molten heat.
His head fell back, long pale neck exposed. You felt the urge to nibble along its creamy expanse. He bit his lip. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. When his gaze fell back to you, his eyes were dark, darker than you'd ever seen them, like the ocean in a storm. Something swirled in their depths, a flash of blue there.
"My follower," his voice was almost hypnotic. Blue, glimmering scales glowed into existence along his throat and chest, scattered like stars on the waves of the dips and valleys of his skin, "Mine." He blinked and his eyes were magenta and blue once more, "Y/N," he groaned as he pulled back out, only to slide a bit more inside.
Your walls clenched.
His eyes squeezed shut, a moan falling from his lips, a curse followed. His gaze, heavy and passionate, were back on yours, his arms shaking with restraint, "So be it. My Heart, my Queen, my love," his mouth curled slightly into a playful smirk, "my bride." His hips snapped forward, his full hard length pushing into your gummy walls to full hilt, his pelvis slapping hard into you. You could feel him, his tip kissing your cervix. A moan fell from your lips; a hiss of pleasure from his. He stilled buried fully inside you, muscles trembling with the strain. His jaw clenched as he fought for control, "Fuck, love, you feel so good."
Your hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, as he rocked his hips dragging almost all the way out only to snap his hips back, slamming back in. Slow, languid, but hard and deep was the pace he began. Your nails dug into his back. A babble of praise fell from your lips, "So good. So good, Baby. So perfect."
"Yeah?" He groaned head dropping to your collarbone.
"Mhmm," you gasped, clinging to him, "Don't stop. Please, Raf- I-."
"Fuck, love, I can feel you sucking me in." He hissed, "So tight. Like you were made just for me, yeah? Don't worry, my love, I won't stop. Not until you come apart for me, yeah?" His hips pulled back, dragging his length along your walls until just the tip remained. You whined when he paused, earning a chuckle. He leaned up, brushing your hair from your face to cradle your head in one hand, the other braced him on the bed near your head. "Look at me. I want to watch you as I make you mine."
When your eyes found his, his face softened a moment. His eyes sweeping over your face in awe before meeting and holding your gaze, he whispered a breathy, "I love you." His eyes darkened with heat again, and he snapped his hips to crash back into yours. He swallowed your answering moan with a bruising kiss, drinking you in, as his hip set a brutal rhythm.
You clung to him, hips eagerly tilting and undulating to meet his as he pounded you into the sheets. The headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall. You shifted up slightly with each powerful thrust. "Gods, Rafayel, Yes! Yes, yes, please. Gods, yes."
He chuckled darkly, "The only god here is yours, my love. He is right here." He pounded particularly hard at that. His hands caressed your face as you moaned beautifully for him. "So, call his name, love. Call out to the god that worships the ground you walk on." His hand held your waist, his angle shifting. "Say. My. Name." He punctuated each word with a thrust that had your mouth dropping open.
"Raf- Rafayel!" You were beginning to understand the phrase 'fucked stupid'. How had you two not done this before now?
His hands grabbed yours bringing them to wrap around his shoulders, urging you to hold on, "Brace yourself against me, my love-" a moan spilled from his lips- "I'm going to ruin you." He anchored his hands above your shoulders, gripping the sheets, locking you in place beneath him and ceasing the upwards slide your body had been doing with his thrusts. He picked up speed, the angle hitting that spot inside that had your head thrashing side to side, "Fuck! I'm gonna ruin you for all others! Y/N, you are perfect. So perfect. And you are mine." He melded his lips to yours, tongue moving along yours gently and loving. A sharp contrast to how he was fucking you into his bed. His thrusts were hard and deep, rolling into you like waves. The sound of slapping skin filled the air.
You gasped, moaned, pleaded as he made your head spin with pleasure, "Yes! Yes, Rafayel! I am yours! All yours!"
The sound that rumbled from his chest was a near growl as he leaned up to grip the headboard with one hand for leverage, his hips doubled in speed. His abs rolled as he kept one hand braced above your shoulder, as he repeatedly slammed his cock as deep into you as he could get.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you clung to his arms. Your legs went limp around his waist as pleasure boiled inside you, hot and heavy. Your head thrashed from side to side from the intensity of the waves of sharp pleasure swelling inside you. Your walls began fluttering, clenching, grabbing at his hard length as he pummeled your insides. His tip kissed your deepest places with each thrust, giving a burst of the slightest pain-pleasure. You could feel the wetness of you gushing out passed his shaft as it pounded in and out of your tight channel, every ridge of him dragging along your walls in the best way. You were not going to last long. No one, not even by yourself, had ever gotten you this wet and close to an orgasm as mindblowing as Rafayel was doing. It was as though he knew exactly how to make your body sing for him.
He shifted. The angle changed and you gasped, clinging, clawing, nails digging as his tip bullied into your g-spot and drag along it with every snap of his hips.
"Fu-fuck yes!" You half sobbed. You felt the heat of tears as the overwhelming pleasure and emotions within you- the sheer love you felt for him, began to spill out over your lash line and down your cheeks, "Rafayel, right there, baby. Please don't stop. Don't stop! I'm close. I'm so close, baby."
His response was a snarl in your ear as his hips snapped into that spot in double time. "Never. I'll never stop. Never stop making love to you, my love. My bride." He kissed you deeply as your walls started spasming.
Your climax was so close. You whimper as it stayed there just barely out of reach. You felt like you were going insane. Another sob tumbled out of your chest.
"My love," he cooed, his voice called out to you through it all. A hand of his dropped from the headboard, ghosting down your body to slip between you to where you were joined. His fingertips found the pearl above where he slid into you. The pad of his finger swirling, circling and pressing your clit just right.
You moaned, head thrown back, "Yesss!"
He covered your neck in love marks, branding you as his. His lips moved to your ear, nipping at the skin right below it, "Are you gonna cum for me, my love? Are you gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl. Be a good bride, hm, cum for me," his voice was pure sin and velvet in your ear.
You could only whimper and cling to him, desperate.
"Answer me. Tell me who you belong to. Say it. I want the people down the beach- in Linkon and the depths of the ocean- to hear you scream it. To hear whose cock makes you feel this good. Say it. Say who you belong to."
You sputtered and gasped out sobs, incapable of words as you raced towards your end.
He took your hips in his hands. He leaned back on his knees. He lifted your hips off the bed. His hips slammed into you at this new angle, hard and fast- almost inhumanly so.
You saw stars as you clutched at his wrists, gasping, pleading, chanting his name.
The plop, plop, plop of his sack as it slapped against the sticky mess of your cheeks filled the room. The wet squelched was obscene and only turned you on more. Your walls pulsed again.
He groaned, "Fuuuck, babygirl. You feel so good for me. I fucking love you, Y/N. Fuck, I love you. I love you. I. Love. You." He chanted. He was wrecked and beautiful. Sweat glistening his chest along with his iridescent scales and beauty marks. Your Rafayel. Your love. All yours.
The coil within you snapped and pulses of white hot heat sent tremors, shockwaves through your body as your core clamped down on his shaft. Your head fell back as you screamed out his name in the height of your passion, in reverence, "Rafayel!" You sobbed. Actual tears, sobs, escaped as the white hot waves of orgasm mixed with love for him kept coming. And coming.
His hips never stopped slamming his hard cock into you, bruising your g-spot and the deepest parts of your channel. It was heaven. It was bliss. It was so much. It was almost too much. You tensed nearly about to say stop when a sensation you had never felt before hit you like a brick. Your core tightened, abs clenching, your very womb felt like it clenched down, your walls clamped tight down around him, almost stopping his movement completely. Then the spasms, ripples of pleasure pulsed from your womb down your walls, massaging, milking, clenching his shaft inside you. You vaguely hear him hiss and a debauched, "Fuck," escape his lips. And then you felt a gush of warm liquid splash out of you and all over his dick and pelvis.
Rafayel's gaze widened, his grip tightening almost painfully into the fleshy meat of your hips as he held you against him. His head fell back and he moaned, fully wrecked. "Fuck! Babygirl, you just squirted for me."
Your core clenched at his words even as high sensitivity began to creep in, but he felt so good. So good and hard inside you. You could tell he wasn't too far off. Just the thought of it turned you back on. You desperately wanted to see him lose himself to orgasm. You rolled your pelvis into his. You needed it. Needed him to cum for you. And he was so fucking beautiful as he began rolling his hips into yours again.
You must've said that last part out loud, because he looked back down at you, lip caught between his teeth before he released it, plump and full. You wanted to bite it. A smirk was on his face, "Yeah? Is that so, princess?" His eyes darkened as his hips picked up speed, rolling more into you, faster as he spoke, "You know what's beautiful? You. You splayed out on my bed, looking fucked out, covered in your cum, face flushed as I. Fuck. You." He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, fingers digging into your hips deliciously.
You gasped, walls clenching again as he steadily fucked you into another crest. His face fell into a grimace, as your walls, overstimulated into another quickly growing orgasm, clenched and released and clenched his shaft as he began to thrust into you with wild abandon, "Fuck, love, I can feel you clenching me, yeah? You love the feel of this dick pounding you, don't you? So. Fucking. Beautiful. And. All. Mine."
His mouth was filthy. Filthy and hot. You had never heard Rafayel speak in such a way. Rafayel who was often bashful and blushing when you're flirting. Rafayel who tended to be a pouty needy boy that made your heart melt. This Rafayel was just as needy. But in a way you had never seen him before, as he panted your name from his lips like a mantra. His gorgeous head tossed back, neck exposed, abs clenching and rolling his hips as he slammed into you, face flushed and skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He was breathtaking. He was yours. You wanted him to cum, and cum for you now.
Your hands scrambled to the headboard above you, bracing against it in determination. You started to roll your hips into his, using the headboard as leverage to push off of, meeting each powerful thrust with as much force as he was giving you. You were gonna cum again but this time, this time, you were taking him with you.
He gasped, fingers digging into your fleshy hips. His eyes snapped down to you, seeing the heat and determination in your eyes as they raked over his body, your lip caught between your teeth. He groaned at the sight and at the feel of your hips moving in rhythm with his. "F-fuck, my love, I'm gonna cum. Where do you- where should I-?" His voice is completely fucked out. Almost drunk.
You tugged his arms and he fell back over you, compliant to your every whim, your knees swept up, with the move, to rest over his arms as he braced himself from falling completely, with them framing your waist. Your legs were trapped pressed up and apart, a mating press, unable to move as freely, to roll as deeply with your knees hooked over his forearms like this. But oh. You saw stars and he moaned in your ear. At this angle, with you opened wide, it felt like he went deeper.
You both gasped out moans. Your lips brushed his ear as you told him your deepest want right then, "Inside. I want you inside me. Please, Rafayel. I want to feel all of you. Fill me up. Please. I need it."
He groaned, a pained sound before driving into you in earnest, "I am gonna cum. I cant- I can't hold on much more."
Your walls fluttered at the needy sound of his voice. Your Rafayel. Your beautiful Rafayel. He was so like the ocean, so many faucets to his personality. He could be calm loving one moment then demanding and passionate and then needy the next. You loved him. You loved all of him and he was all yours.
"I'm coming too, baby. Let go," you implored him, "I want it. I am yours and you are mine. Forever. I want all of you. Give it to me."
With a few more slams of his cock into your depths, you felt the moment he lost control of it. His forehead pressed to yours, noses brushing, as he let out a long moan of pleasure mixed with your name. His shaft pulsed as rope after rope of hot cum filled you. His blissed out face, the grind of his pelvis into your clit, the twitching of his cock as he came inside, and the warmth that flooded your inner most parts triggered your orgasm.
"F-fuck!" He hissed out, blissfully as your walls milked him further. His thrust slowed until it was just a slow, lazy drag. His breath panted by your ear. He peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses, before pulling back to press his lips lovingly against yours.
When he pulled away, your eyes fell to the spackling of blue iridescent scales freckled down his throat to his chest. Your fingertips followed the trail as his hips finally rested, fully seated against yours, spent, but refusing to leave your warmth. You could feel the hot mix of both of your fluids spilling out around where his now soft member still rested within your walls. Your eyes flicked up to his, watching you full of love.
Your gut twisted in guilt, remembering what got you here. "I am sorry I ran out and hurt you."
He tutted, fingers combing some of your messy hair from your face. "Hush, my bride. It's okay now. You came back to me. We are together. We are one now. That is all that matters." His eyes trailed your face before a sheepish look fell over his expression, "Besides, it was my fault you got overwhelmed. I kept pushing and pushing even when you said you needed to think. I was terrified that I was losing you so I couldn't bring myself to give you a moment." His eyes met yours, "I am sorry."
You hummed, "Still I shouldn't have ran from you. I know about our pasts and I know that me leaving is something you fear. It was cruel of me," your heart lurched at the flicker of pain in his gaze.
"Very well, we both were wrong," he kissed the tip of your nose, "though, I must admit I feel guilty for making you feel like what happened in those past lives is your responsibility. They both were and were not you. That's not your burden to carry."
It was your turn to tsk, "I love you. Your burdens are my burdens. It's you and me, forever, Rafayel. You don't have to carry everything alone. Not anymore. Never again."
His eyes went soft, as he dipped his head to press a kiss to your lips, "Whatever you say, my bride."
You nuzzled into his palm cupping your cheek, "I do say. How about we both agree we are both idiots in love and leave it at that?"
His chuckling at that shook you slightly. As your bodies were still pressed together, it shifted his shaft slightly inside of you. You realized that it was not all that soft anymore, and that he never left your heat. Your breath caught in your throat. Your walls fluttered around him.
He hissed, head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes mischievous, "You want more of your Fishy husband, hm?" His hips gently pulsed, in and out of your heat slowly, testing the waters, a smirk stretching his mouth as you gasped from pleasure.
Your eyes widen at his words. He had been calling you his bride. And now calling himself your husband.
Seeing your look, he stilled and became worried, brows furrowing slightly. A blush spread across his cheeks and down his chest as his face became more pouty than the heat it held before, "I did say that to Lemurians this was essentially more binding than any silly human marriage."
"You didn't say it quite like that!" You reeled dazed, your mind racing.
His face crumpled before he smoothed his expression to one of more indifference. He plucked a shoulder in a shrug and rolled off of you, making you hiss as he slid out of you for the first time since you joined.
He flopped onto his back a short distance away, "I apologize. I guess I should've been more clear. It's okay though. You won't feel the effects. We can pretend we didn't-" he gasped as you appeared over him and on him, having thrown your leg over his hip. You pressed him to the bed with a hand to his chest, your legs caging his hips between your thighs. "Nnngh," he groaned as you lowered your hips to sit over his pelvis, his once again harden length pressed between your nether lips, soaked in both of your juices from before. He had to fight not to roll his hips up into you, but settled for gripping your hips firmly.
You sighed, hands moving, fingers dancing across the pale skin of his chest, from freckle to scale. "I never said I didn't want it."
He stilled, eyes studying you intently. Holding his breath even.
"I do want it. Want you. I told you, Rafayel, it's you and me. Forever."
His grip lightened. His thumbs brushed tenderly across your skin. His eyes searched your face a moment. Then he stretched towards his bedside table. After a few fumbled attempts and slightly jostling you on your perch atop him, he managed to open the drawer and dig around inside. He held something small and cream colored in his hand but you couldn't make it out as he brought his clasped hand back to his chest. His gaze flicked from the concealed object to your face a few times, his cheeks flushing handsomely, making his scales and beauty marks stand out.
Your brow rose in question.
He swallowed before opening his palm.
You gasped. There in his palm rested a cream, velvet, clam shaped box. It's size left little doubt what it held. And any doubt of that was dashed by the boyish and bashful look on his face as he watched you. He opened it for you to see. Eyes searching you for your reaction.
"Raf," your voice was full of awe and love, soft and tender.
"I've had this for... a very long time. The ring itself is from a land that no longer exists, but the box is less old. I've kept it hidden, safe, until it was the right time."
Your eyes widen. Your hands reaching out before stopping, almost afraid to break it, "This is... from before... from..."
He nodded, setting the box on his chest and taking out the golden, intricate ring. The blue gems catching the faint light and sparkling. "It is from Lemuria. I... I had it made after you-" he winced, "I didn't know then if I would ever see you again. Didn't know that you'd be reborn, but I wanted this. You have always been my bride, even back then though we never had the chance to make it through the day to our honeymoon."
You rose a hand to brush fingertips over it reverently, "In the desert? Did you have it then too?"
He looked back to you, "Yes."
You stared into his eyes then. Into the eyes of the man that had chosen you time and time again, through every lifetime stretching back thousands of years. The man who sought you out in every incarnation whether you got to have time together or not, even though you had never gotten to truly be together, so pure was his love. So devoted was his heart to you.
His brows furrowed, a hand raising to brush the new wetness from your cheeks.
You nuzzled into his palm, "Ask me."
He blinked, "Hm?"
You brushed your hand over his holding the ring, "The question you've held on to this for... ask me."
He took a shaky breath, "Will you be my bride until the oceans dry up and the stars cease to shine?"
You shake your head, "No," his face freezes but you smile kissing his palm on your cheek and bringing it to rest over your heart, "because that is not long enough with you. So, how about forever?"
He sucks in a breath, a smile blooming across his face, beautiful and bright like the sunrise over the ocean, "Then, will you be my beloved bride for now and forever more?"
You nod, a laugh of joy bubbling up as he grabs your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. He tugs you down covering your face and everywhere he can reach with kisses. You giggle as you run your hands through his curls, "I love you, Rafayel."
"And I love you, Y/N."
Your eyes sought out his, warm and tender. "So, husband," you grinned as his breath caught in his throat. "How do Lemurians enjoy their honeymoon?" You swiveled your hips to drag your wet heat along his now very hard again shaft.
He gripped your hips, smirk nearly feral, "Let me show you, my Bride."