My body limp as I try to breath. I shiver when he kisses my cheek and smile, "Yes, not that I doubted you."
Taking a few more breaths I look back at him, "I just didn't know you wanted me that much. I'm so glad you did."
I cup my wings around him and stroke his back for a moment as we look into each others eyes. When I can finally breath normally I pull my wings in, and turn under him.
My fingers caress his face before slipping back into his hair, "How could anyone hurt you?"
"I would say the same of you." I lean in and kiss him, not the deep passionate kisses we shared before but a softer more lingering one. The ones that are nice to share after good sex. Then I rest my head on his shoulder and lay my arm across his chest and smile at the feel of all our blood there.
I move my fingers lazily through it stroking his skin. I chuckle. "We made quite a mess." I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck one of them humming my appreciation for the taste then hold them up to his mouth. "Quite a delicious mess at that."
I moan softly before opening my mouth and taking his fingers in. Sucking on them I taste us both, we make a beautiful combination. His fingers slip from my lips and I roll over so I can lick his chest clean.
Taking my time I savor the taste of our blood, his skin and sweat. My hands move slowly down his arms loving the way his muscles flex under my touch.
This feels more than just sexual. Exploring his taste and feel, allowing me to know him in this way is so much more than just physical pleasure. My tongue circles his right nipple and I whimper at the feel of him fingers running through my hair.
I moan and shift slightly at the feel of his mouth and hands on me while I run my fingers through his hair. It's wet and matted with blood in places but I still love the feel of the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I watch him. I love the intimacy in this moment.
My eyes run over the curve of his shoulder following the line of my hand as I caress his body, the muscles moving sensuously under his pale skin, the slope of his back, the round mounds of his ass. He is perfect in every way, not just physically, and I feel a pang that this is probably the only time I will ever have him like this.
Gaspard will eventually come looking for him and I don't want to think about that.
I close my eyes and just enjoy the feel of him letting my hand wander over his warm skin. He's absolutely beautiful and I am glad I had the chance to see under that arrogant facade. To know that's just what it is, a facade, under that he is much like me, he wants to be loved, accepted, to be special. He deserves it.
I sigh happily and lay my cheek on his stomach, my hands slipping under his back so I can hold him tightly. He is so much like me. He understands me.
My thoughts wonder to Gaspard and my heart aches slightly, and perhaps a bit of guilt flashes through me, but he is no longer the Gaspard that saved me, that I loved.
I stroke my hand over him caressing his cheek, running my fingers down it and through his hair following it over his shoulder then bringing it back up again to do the same and think about his question. I have had many lovers, many of them very close, but never have they been the one I wanted.
I want someone I feel a connection to, someone who understands, someone who craves love as much as I do, who wants to be special, just to me.
I open my eyes and look down at him, look into his eyes, and realise... Someone very much like him.
I suddenly feel so much hate and jealousy toward Gaspard because he found him before I did.
I tell him none of this. I don't want to burden him. He has been through enough.
I smile softly at him. We could be so good together - I wish...
"Do you think what we've just done is wrong?"
I wish he and I could go away together. Leave this world behind. Start new. Is it wrong I want him - so soon after Gaspard broke my heart? I do not know. I know so little about love and what is right and wrong. I only know what I feel.
I bite on the inside of my lip. He is starting to regret it I just know it. The disappointment I feel is immense. Confusion in myself at these sudden feelings
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I can tell by his tone I have angered him some how. Reaching up I cup his cheek, "Please do not be angry with me Raphael. I know you and Gaspard..."
Closing my eyes I try not to think of Raphael turning me over to Gaspard, "I know you are close. And you have a loyalty to him, but," I look back into his eyes, "don't make me face him again. Don't forget me when you go back to him, please."
My eyes fly open and look into his. "What?! I could never be angry with you!" I push myself up on one elbow and flatten my palm against his cheek. "I have no loyalty to him?! After what he has done to you, there is no such thing!"
Then it sinks in, the implications of what he said. I look at him questioningly lowering my voice trying not to hope. "You do not want to go back to him?"
I lean into his touch and close my eyes drawing strength from him. "The Gaspard I loved is gone."
Opening my eyes I look at him, "I was only a substitute for Father. I know little of love, but I know I want to be loved for who I am, not who I resemble."
Biting my lower lip slightly I think of what he said, "Your loyalty to him is gone because of what he did - to me?"
I push his hair back from his face and brush my thumb across his cheek. "Because that is not the kind of man I am." I lay back on my pillow. "To know you like I do now and what he has done... you do not deserve that."
I pull him closer. "If I were to have someone as precious as you I would never treat you as he has done."
I snuggle close to him and stroke his chest, "Too many things changed for him I think. He was all about his place in this world. I suppose I got caught up in that as well."
Shaking my head I feel ashamed of how I acted, "He made me believe I was better than most. That I deserved only the best, that I was entitled."
Turning my head in shame I think aloud, "Those were not my beliefs. I am just a simple boy looking for love."
I remember my first impressions of him and I admit they were not good. But I know what it is to come from nothing and be thrust into their world. I was much the same at the beginning until it wore off and the reality set in.
I chuckle softly. "You were quite up yourself. I was quite intimidated by you. I must admit I did not much like Lord Paul." I look down at him. "But I much prefer the simple boy looking for love. I like him a lot."
It hurts to hear him say he didn't like Lord Paul, but then he say he likes the simple boy - the true me. I smile and lean up on my elbow so I can look down onto his beautiful face. Pushing my hair back behind my ear I laugh softly with him, "And I thought you didn't approve of me as Gaspard's mate, that I was not worthy."
Caressing his face I trace his lips with my thumb, "I like the Raphael I know now."
I lean down and kiss him softly. Slowly we deepen the kiss till we are once again wrapped around one another holding each other tightly. We we finally pull apart I'm halfway lying on top of him. I lay my head on his shoulder and smile. This is good - but can it last?
"Are we in danger? I doubt he will come looking for me, but Gaspard will want his family back."
I rest my cheek against his forehead and lazily stroke my fingers over his shoulder. It would be heaven to be able to stay like this forever but I have no doubt he will come looking for Paul. He will know what we have done and I know he will not be pleased. I am not sure about either of our lives being safe.
"Gaspard does not let go easily. I am sure he will come looking for you. We should not be here when he does. We need to find a place he will not look." I sigh. "But I do not know where else to go. I have always been with the family."
Taking a few more breaths I look back at him, "I just didn't know you wanted me that much. I'm so glad you did."
I cup my wings around him and stroke his back for a moment as we look into each others eyes. When I can finally breath normally I pull my wings in, and turn under him.
My fingers caress his face before slipping back into his hair, "How could anyone hurt you?"
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I move my fingers lazily through it stroking his skin. I chuckle. "We made quite a mess." I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck one of them humming my appreciation for the taste then hold them up to his mouth. "Quite a delicious mess at that."
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Taking my time I savor the taste of our blood, his skin and sweat. My hands move slowly down his arms loving the way his muscles flex under my touch.
This feels more than just sexual. Exploring his taste and feel, allowing me to know him in this way is so much more than just physical pleasure. My tongue circles his right nipple and I whimper at the feel of him fingers running through my hair.
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My eyes run over the curve of his shoulder following the line of my hand as I caress his body, the muscles moving sensuously under his pale skin, the slope of his back, the round mounds of his ass. He is perfect in every way, not just physically, and I feel a pang that this is probably the only time I will ever have him like this.
Gaspard will eventually come looking for him and I don't want to think about that.
I close my eyes and just enjoy the feel of him letting my hand wander over his warm skin. He's absolutely beautiful and I am glad I had the chance to see under that arrogant facade. To know that's just what it is, a facade, under that he is much like me, he wants to be loved, accepted, to be special. He deserves it.
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My thoughts wonder to Gaspard and my heart aches slightly, and perhaps a bit of guilt flashes through me, but he is no longer the Gaspard that saved me, that I loved.
"Why have you never mated Raphael?"
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I want someone I feel a connection to, someone who understands, someone who craves love as much as I do, who wants to be special, just to me.
I open my eyes and look down at him, look into his eyes, and realise... Someone very much like him.
I suddenly feel so much hate and jealousy toward Gaspard because he found him before I did.
I tell him none of this. I don't want to burden him. He has been through enough.
"I've been waiting..."
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"Do you think what we've just done is wrong?"
I wish he and I could go away together. Leave this world behind. Start new. Is it wrong I want him - so soon after Gaspard broke my heart? I do not know. I know so little about love and what is right and wrong. I only know what I feel.
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Closing my eyes I try not to think of Raphael turning me over to Gaspard, "I know you are close. And you have a loyalty to him, but," I look back into his eyes, "don't make me face him again. Don't forget me when you go back to him, please."
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Then it sinks in, the implications of what he said. I look at him questioningly lowering my voice trying not to hope. "You do not want to go back to him?"
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I lean into his touch and close my eyes drawing strength from him. "The Gaspard I loved is gone."
Opening my eyes I look at him, "I was only a substitute for Father. I know little of love, but I know I want to be loved for who I am, not who I resemble."
Biting my lower lip slightly I think of what he said, "Your loyalty to him is gone because of what he did - to me?"
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I pull him closer. "If I were to have someone as precious as you I would never treat you as he has done."
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Shaking my head I feel ashamed of how I acted, "He made me believe I was better than most. That I deserved only the best, that I was entitled."
Turning my head in shame I think aloud, "Those were not my beliefs. I am just a simple boy looking for love."
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I chuckle softly. "You were quite up yourself. I was quite intimidated by you. I must admit I did not much like Lord Paul." I look down at him. "But I much prefer the simple boy looking for love. I like him a lot."
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Caressing his face I trace his lips with my thumb, "I like the Raphael I know now."
I lean down and kiss him softly. Slowly we deepen the kiss till we are once again wrapped around one another holding each other tightly. We we finally pull apart I'm halfway lying on top of him. I lay my head on his shoulder and smile. This is good - but can it last?
"Are we in danger? I doubt he will come looking for me, but Gaspard will want his family back."
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"Gaspard does not let go easily. I am sure he will come looking for you. We should not be here when he does. We need to find a place he will not look." I sigh. "But I do not know where else to go. I have always been with the family."
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