“You are,” he bent
down to kiss her. “But you’re also going to be my wife.”
“But –“
“It’s done, lass.”
“Then undo it, laird. I
can never go home if I am married to you and I am not staying here.
I am not living out my life the way I have been living it.”
Jamie hung his head with
frustration. “Aziza.”
“Marry me and I swear I
will go to the Afterlife. I will kill myself for sure.”
Jamie’s voice thundered,
his teeth flashed and the house quaked with the force that his
transformation summoned. He pinned Aziza back to the Gregors’
bed, pressed his horrific face to hers. “Shall I take you now
and be done with it? Do you prefer the monster? We can have it your
way, Queen but you won’t be able to kill yourself after I am
done. And we will still be married.”
“I am just flesh to you,”
Aziza turned from him, sulking. Jamie spoke, softly, tenderly. That
quickly he was him again.
“Is that what it felt like
just now? Did I not tell you differently?”
Perhaps that was the problem,
thought Aziza. He had told her differently and it might be more than
she could take. She did not want the love from him she felt and she
did not want to give to him the love she was feeling in a magnitude
that could also shake the house.
“Look at me,” he
ordered.
“I can’t.”
“You better,” he
warned and released a low laugh when she complied. He pulled her
into him and stroked her hair. “So we are clear, I was not
waylaid by the delights of nameless women. But I was brought home by
one woman, Aziza.” He dropped his head. “It was the
thought of you and the testimony of both the great sultan, for he was
a great and wise man, and the Coeur de Lion of your beauty that made
me want and hope for something on my crooked journey home. You might
say that you were like the light of a bright new moon that lit my way
through grave darkness. Their words and my imagination never came
close to how true your magnificence is.”
“But they never saw me,”
she argued softly, floored by the unexpected confession.
“They saw you. The great
sultan couldn’t go near you lest he keep you for himself and as
I said, Richard, well. I have never been so honored by a gift or
praise in my life. My little harem girl. Aziza, if I ever made you
think I thought you were a whore -”
Aziza turned away, blushing
fiercely. She believed him. As she closed her eyes, shadowy images
of his body pistoning into hers flooded her mind. She felt her body
become aroused and she yearn to splay herself before him. “Take
me,” she commanded.
“
You’re not ready,”
he replied, after a momentary silence. She had obviously stunned
him.
“
I am ready. I don’t
want to wait and I am afraid I will change my mind. Take me now.”
Jamie tilted his head. “Do
you know what you’re saying? It will be the same tomorrow for
you but a little easier when you are prepared.”
“
Please take me now Jamie.
I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.” Her command
transformed to pleas.
Their faces were but a breath
apart. It was almost too much to be so close to all that beauty.
She could not get enough of him, his attention. She wanted to latch
onto his mouth again to be consumed by him completely but she just
stared at him, mesmerized by his gorgeous face. “Hold on to
me,” he said and they were catapulted into another scene
completely.
*****************
Aziza was in a twilight lit
wood. The sky was bluish against the dark silhouette of bushes.
Aziza was in a gauzy gown, like that of the bride in the prior
ceremony, sheer and shiny and green and it flowed behind her as she
almost danced atop the forest floor. She was whole and happy. Jamie
was in trail, masculine, fierce and strong. The moon illuminated the
perfect features of his handsome face and his gilded hair. He was
decked in clan finery as he gently pursued her. Aziza laughed and so
did he.
She rounded a grove of trees to
find herself beside the water fall, the altar-like slab gleaming
white in the light of the night’s sky. Hathor shined. Members
of the ritual formed a respectful line around the great flat stone.
Aziza turned to Jamie. He
looked at her both with intense yearning and sympathy. He lowered
his head almost apologetically as he lifted her onto the slab, an
altar, gently coaxing her to lie back. The line of people vanished,
meshing into the trees and it was just them. Earth, moon, Aziza,
Jamie.
Aziza thought that he was never
more handsome than he was right then in her dream, his bold and
powerful frame cutting into the moon brightened sky. He knelt above
her and she was felt a little panicked. She pressed against him and
he responded. He placed his heavy and powerful leg atop her,
securing her in place as he smoothed the hair from her face
soothingly, reassuring her. He lay beside her, toying with the
tendrils of the wisps along her neck, with the flowing neckline of
her gown and then daringly, plunging hungry fingers to what lie
beneath. Aziza gasped, trembling at his touch but he kissed her, at
first chastely and then more passionately, consuming her focus as he
explored the satin skin of her sweet, plump breasts.
He shushed her worries. He
brought her to a height of pleasure that she could hardly catch her
breath to resist. She felt the musculature of his massive thigh rise
between hers, parting them carefully to make way for his hand.
Despite his heated and knowing touch, her anxiety rose. Jamie
whispered words of devotion against the hollow of her neck just loud
enough to let them rise and soothe her. He waited until her body
quieted to tell her in intoxicating detail what they were about to
do, for they were married now, joined by the light of the moon.
Aziza felt herself arch against
his powerful hand as his knowing fingers sent her on a ride that made
her prior ventures with him pale. In her headiest daydream, she
could not even imagine such an intense pleasure that he sent surging
into her with his mouth, with the pressure of his fingers, with his
whispered nighttime promises.
“Jamie!” Aziza cried
out to him and yielded to the sudden urge to offer him the curve of
her neck.
“I’m here, love,”
he replied. He pulled back. Though her eyes were closed, she could
see his magnificent transformation, his teeth flare. She braced
herself as he sank, swift and sure, deep into her very core, renting
her body and soul so that she could take all that he offered. The
pain was great but fleeting as Aziza spiraled to the sky, became one
with the rush of the water fall, and meshed with Jamie’s rhythm
as he plunged into her again and again, relentlessly, eternally until
perspiration beaded off of them both from an all consuming labor.
Blood, sweat, tears. Muscle, power, passion.
Lightening split the clear,
cloudless sky as Aziza’s body crashed and clenched around him
in thunderous waves of the ultimate pleasure. She plunged her tongue
so deeply into his mouth, swallowing his moans of ecstasy as he
succumbed to the culmination of their union. Jamie and Aziza lay
spent on the cool, firm altar, resting their pleasure toiled bodies
and basking in the remains of their union.
“I have always been with
you,” he whispered, after sated silence. His powerful hand slid
across her stomach. His magic stirred again and intoxicated her,
welled throughout her body and it hummed. She could not think, she
was filled with one sensation after another as he played her. “If
I whispered to you sweet reminders of how much I love you, told you
how beautiful I think you are -”
“You love me.”
“I’ve been chasing
you around the forest like a fool.” He smiled. “I’ve
been waiting for you for what seems a life time.”
Aziza stared at his face with
wonder and relaxed against him. His fingers found the moist place
between her thighs, parted the petals of her body. Aziza arched
against him. In seconds, his touch had her mercilessly in an
unculminated peak, literally left hollow.
“Will you lay down for me
again?” he asked her huskily.
She winced some at the
recollection of pain. “Not that,” he put a calming
finger to her lips. “Will let me inside you?” She gave
him her yes. “Will you be my wife?”
“Forever,” she
answered.
Jamie twined her hands as he
laid her against the softest, thickest pelt. Trusting him took her
to another place. Aziza looked up to his beautiful face as shadows
of firelight played upon it. She could not be more in love, more
warmed that she was with him then. She eagerly offered her hips to
him. He smiled on her with pride. He took her mouth, plunging into
its soft, wet cave in a seemingly sweet kiss but holding it captive
as he rubbed her sex to a second powerful climax.
But then he stopped to attend to
other parts of her, leaving her suspended nearly at the summit. She
breathed and writhed and pleaded. “Not yet,” he
murmured.
Oh she thought she would die.
She urged him with her touch to try to make him come to her. He
smiled, recognizing her tantalizing manipulation. “Do you want
something Aziza?” He teased her readied body by entering her
with just the slightest bit of himself before withdrawing. Again.
And again.
“Yes,” she begged.
“Do you need something
Aziza?”
“I need - I need--”
“Do you know what it is
you’re needing?” he insinuated in a tone as seductive as
the most powerful magician. He laughed wickedly as he pushed into
her all the way, catching her cries of momentary pain with his mouth.
She was stunned with a bizarre mixture of agony and exquisite
pleasure. He strummed her hips, explaining in sultry detail the
meaning of the sacred word. She clutched against him, simmering in
the effects of the haughty talk. It was more than she could bear.
He lowered his lips, slowly, slowly savoring hers with a warm firm
tongue as he barely moved within her, each stroke a little fuller, a
little bolder until he was rocketing into her body with a full blown
passion. His fingers found her and took her the rest of the way. As
her body pulsed against him, he plummeted with her into the headiest
ecstasy either of them had ever known.
He swept her face with his
large, powerful hand. “You do have me. Aziza, you are the sky
and I am the moon. We belong together.”
“Yes we do. Thank you for
bringing me home.”
Jamie took her hand and pressed
it to his chest as he touched hers. “Our home is in each
other. My lairdess. My haraam. My queen.”