Chapter 189 - Like Love

I was emboldened enough by now that the loss of my last piece of clothing felt more like an improvement than the other way around. I and JJ were now on even ground again, both naked as the day we were born.

'Yes. Definitely an improvement,' I thought as I glanced at his jutting member again, at the sack at its base… There wasn't any hair there, just like on his face, I noticed now.

I could feel the slick dampness of my sex whenever I shifted my thighs, and no matter what fears of pain there still were on the back of my head, JJ's body called for mine; or the other way around. In any case, I didn't wait around before moving towards JJ again.

He stopped me before I could straggle his hips. "You better lie down, ma chèrie," he said, gently pushing me on my back.

For a moment, I was caught in the pure vulnerability of this pose. Without thinking, I drew my legs together, and stopped just shy from covering my breasts with my hands. This was the primal part of my brain talking, I knew. Yet I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through me when I watched JJ get on top of me, propping himself on an elbow. His hair fell like a wavy curtain around his face, tickling my skin.

The thrill of the strength that hid in him, and my weakness in front of it, expressed in our positions, sent my heart racing even more. My instinctual fear gave way to instinctual—and perfectly thought out, as well—submission. The tense parts of me relaxed; the relaxed parts tensed. I opened for my lover—my beloved—with body and soul.

This all did nothing for my capability to string words together, though. Nothing good, at least. The centres in my head that responded for filtering speech shut off altogether, because the words that fell from my mouth next didn't register in my brain before they came back to it through my ears.

"This is a total cliche, but I want you inside of me, JJ."

Because of it, all the mortification I should've felt when saying this, I felt when JJ grinned at me in response. "Do you?"

Before I could confirm or deny it, he reached his free hand down. When I felt it sliding between my legs, over and in that damp slickness, I that line of thought, together with all others and the breath in my lungs, left me entirely.

"Ah… JJ!" I grasped his shoulders like they were my lifebuoy in a storm. "Y-yes…"

The things he did with his fingers—God, they were just incredible. It was an onslaught of sensation that pulled me taut like a string on a verge of snapping, so tense it—me—was shaking. But just before that could happen, JJ moved his hand away.

"H-hey," I protested weakly as my body screamed with unsatisfied desires. Then, with more strength, "Hey!"

"Yes, you do," JJ said, his eyes blazing. His voice was lower and raspier than usual, and even the French in it felt stronger. "This needy pout on your face is one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

JJ silenced my all my possible responses to that by putting his lips on mine. I expressed my frustration by nipping on his lips and tongue, to which he responded by nipping mine. I squeaked with more surprise than pain when his much sharper fangs nicked on my tongue, only to dissolve into a puddle of need when he eagerly sucked at the tiny gash until his saliva sealed the wound.

With all that, I never even noticed him preparing to enter me until he did it.

That level of pain was just impossible to notice. It was the sort that brought tears to your eyes. About as bad as stubbing a toe.

"Ma chèrie, are you alright?" JJ's magnetic were narrowed in worry. He didn't move except to c "It seems like you belong to the unlucky women for whom their first time is painful no matter what."

I took in a deep breath and tried to concentrate on something beyond the pain. As I did, I realised with some surprise that the parts of me that weren't pain, still very much wanted for JJ to continue what he just started.

"I'll live. I…" I paused. Suddenly, I had a great, brilliant idea. "Just give me a minute."

I closed my eyes, detaching myself from my body and its experiences to open my mind to its aura, and by the connection between us, to JJ's. Good thing I had plenty of experience with pulling the pain out of myself while feeling it. This time, it actually took only a minute to get rid of all the discomfort.

Then I took a moment to appreciate the way his aura looked next to mine, so deathly cold and so bright with magic. Good thing I knew by now how to filter what went inside of my well even when it was open, or I'd be frozen to death by it now.

When I opened my eyes again to see JJ's face still tense, my lips spread wide on their own accord. He worried about me, while having to exercise quite some self-control, I imagined, to stay where he was—buried almost to the hilt in me. It warmed my heart.

"I'm good now," I said, shifting my hips to prove it. The motion created the most unusual—amazing—sensations, prompting me to repeat it.

"Are you sure?" Oh so slowly, he moved out of me and back in, studying my face all the while. Whatever he saw in it smoothened the crease between his eyebrows.

"Yesss," I hissed in delight. This was pure bliss. Each motion of him inside of me, each slow, powerful thrust, sent shocks and tingles through my entire body. It felt like—it was—pure love. 

So it was a truly heroic feat for me to gather myself together for long enough to add, "What the point of having magic, if you can't use it in bed?"