Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (18 page)

“Yes,” she admits, “that’s why I called out
to you, and then asked you to lie with me. But once you were there
it was all I could do not to turn around and make love to my
‘delusion’. If I had thought for one second that you were really
there, and not just in my mind, I would have screwed your brains
out,” she chuckles softly. She’s quiet for a moment, and then says,
“Luca it has been so very painful, this journey back from the
crash. Thank you for being there for me. I think I would have died
without you.”

“I will always do my best to be here for you
my love,” he vows.

She looks deeply into his eyes and says, “I
know that, love, I know. You haven’t let me down in over seven
hundred years.” She reaches up and kisses him deeply. She finally
pulls back and whispers, “I know you have been with me through this
entire nightmare, I have been sensing your presence since I woke up
the hospital.” He’s only response to whisper that at her side is
the only place he ever wants to be. And then he starts kissing her
neck again.

She’s becoming very distracted and decides
she should get all of the mundane questions about their immediate
plans out of the way. She reluctantly pulls back and sits up
straight to stretch her shoulders. Luca is happily watching her
breasts as her back arches gracefully. “What’s on the agenda for
tomorrow?”

Luca chuckles as he lifts his eyes to her
lovely face, “You always have to take care of the business first,
don’t you, baby?” When she simply smiles and nods he says; “Nothing
is on the agenda for tomorrow.” He slowly trails both hands over
her shoulders and down onto her arms. “I rescheduled your PT
appointment for Thursday. Otherwise, your schedule was clear. And I
rescheduled my clients for Friday.”

“You really have clients? That’s not just a
cover story?” she asks in an awed voice. She can’t help but wonder
how he always juggles her needs with his drive to help others.

“Yes, I have five members of the support
group that I organized to get an in with you, and I have three
clients that I met at The Shack. Now, where was I before you
interrupted?” He raises an eyebrow at her in mock disapproval. “I
bought groceries tonight, so we are free and clear until Thursday
morning at 9:00 a.m. when you go to PT. At 11:30 a.m. your planner
says you are taking Amanda to the dentist. And then you are to meet
the delivery driver at The Shack at 3:00 p.m. By the way, soon you
need to explain what is going on with Mike, and The Shack. But not
right now. Right now we have more important things to do.”

To emphasize his point, he reaches over and
gently cups a breast, then says, “Do you realize I have only seen
these lovely breasts out of a bra when you are bathing. You even
sleep in a bra. Can you tell me why that is?”

She cups her other breast and jiggles it.
“I’m forty-nine baby! Getting long in boobs.” When they both
finally stop laughing she says, “No seriously, after nursing three
infants, I am much more comfortable with them in a bra.” Her heart
constricts at the thought of her lost babies and she throws herself
at Luca to seek solace in their passion.

The reunited lovers spend the next hour
gently exploring each other’s bodies, re-building the connections
that have bound their bodies, hearts, and souls throughout time. At
one point he allows her to roll him on to his back and take the
lead. She starts kissing his mouth, gently at first then more
urgently after he opens his mouth and his scent, so sweet, spicy,
and familiar to her fills her senses and makes her wild and
intoxicated. She starts working her way down his perfect, cold,
hard neck. Raining kisses and teasing her tongue over his
perfection. Her hands sweep out and caress the muscles of his
perfectly formed arms, working her way down to his hands, where she
entwines his fingers with her own.

Her kisses and greedy tongue seek out the
perfect contours of his chest. Her tongue flicks over his right
nipple and he moans in response. She slides her mouth ever lower,
savoring the hardness of his sculpted abdomen, the unique taste of
him, when suddenly he draws her face back to his eager mouth and
starts kissing her again. She’s disappointed he halted the progress
of her mouth down his body, but is content to let him take the lead
again.

Gently, he rolls them over, holding himself
above her, just close enough she can feel every inch of his icy,
hard body without feeling the pressure of his weight. He starts to
work his way down her body, first with his cold, hard lips that nip
at her sensitive nipples, and followed by his hard, skillful hands.
He trails his fingers through the small patch of hair between her
legs. She can feel his cool breath at her very center as he
skillfully manipulates the button of her clit with his thumb. She
can hear him inhale deeply of scent. She moans and tightens her
grip on the back of his head.

His face moves back up over her left breast,
as his hand continues to gently caress her sensitive nub. His hard
lips tease the taunt nipple till she moans again. He moves his face
down her soft tummy, teasing her with his hard lips. He works his
way lower until his lips take over for his thumb. His tongue snakes
out and teases the tiny button then darts to the slit below. Morna
gasps in pleasure at the strange, but very familiar sensations he
is creating in her body.

The tingling sensation that sets in makes her
moan loudly. He moves his face back up over her tummy, through the
valley of her breasts, up her throat and back to her mouth to kiss
her urgently. His right hand resumes its manipulations between her
legs. She is rocking her pelvis to meet his every movement, and
nearly screams with joy when he inserts two fingers and quickly
brings her to climax, skillfully stroking her sweet spot deep
inside of her eager flesh. She clings to him with all her strength
as waves of pleasure wash over her body. When the contractions
cease and she goes completely limp he scoops her into his arms and
holds her body next to his until she falls asleep. Her last semi
coherent thought before sleep takes her under is that she needs to
find out why he’s holding back. He doesn’t move until she starts to
shiver when his cold skin gives her a chill.

He lies her on the bed and tucks the covers
around her body and lies on his side next to her to watch her
sleep. He chuckles when an hour later she is struggling to get out
from under the covers as a hot flash sears through her body. She
flops over on her belly, with her face turned away from him. He
reaches out to lovingly caress her bare rump and is deeply pleased
when she mutters his name in her sleep.

She sleeps contentedly until dawn starts to
break. He is debating whether or not he should go make coffee for
her when she starts searching for him in the bed. Her searching
hand finds his abdomen, she sighs happily and moves closer to him.
She still hasn’t opened her eyes, but he knows she’s awake. She
edges closer to him and lies her cheek on his chest, sighing
happily. This is home, for both of them.

She stays that way for several minutes before
she scoots her body over and on top of his supine form. He is
caressing her back and shoulders, and kissing the top of her head.
She straddles his hips and he knows she wants to slide onto his
erection, so he holds her body close and rolls her over on to her
back and starts kissing and caressing her. His hand is already
tracing lazy circles around her public mound, across her hip to her
buttock.

“Luca?” he hesitates then continues his
ministrations. “Luca,” she says again. He pulls back and looks at
her face. He knows what is coming and he wants to avoid getting
into a confrontation with her.

“What’s wrong Luca?” she asks softy. “Why are
you holding back? When do you plan to let me give you some
pleasure?”

He resumes caressing her body and raining
kisses on her breasts, and replies, “You are giving me
pleasure.”

“You know what I mean Luca.”

“I don’t think we should do that,” he says
flatly.

“Why?”

He sighs and raises his head and meets her
gaze. “Because I do not want to risk injuring you. You know my
control is tenuous.”

“You have more self-control than any creature
that ever lived. You’ve never really hurt me before,” she
starts.

“No?” he roars. “Don’t you remember Wyoming?
The fractured pelvis! What about the broken collarbone in Maine?
How about the broken wrist in Paris? I know you remember those. And
all the various and sundry bruises I have left on your bodies over
the years. No! I won’t risk it again!”

“Okay, okay Luca,” she soothes. “None of
those things you mentioned were severe, all easily healed with the
simplest of healing spells. The pleasure and joy we find in each
other’s bodies certainly outweighs those minor concerns. We are
meant to be joined as man and wife join. I can’t even get pregnant,
so that’s certainly not a concern, even if it were possible. Why
are you so worried about this?”

He sharply draws in his breath when she
mentions the word pregnant. His features twist into a mask of
sorrow. “Morna… “He suddenly sits up beside her, and gathers her in
his arms, cradling her next to his body. He holds her like that for
several minutes as he softly repeats her name in the lowest of
whispers, and kisses the top of her head, brings her hands to his
mouth and kisses each fingertip, then the palms of both hands.

Finally, after several minutes of this she
says, “Luca please let me sit up.” When she’s facing him, she puts
her hands on either side of his perfect face and looks him in the
eyes. “Tell me.”

He sits up erect and meets her gaze head on.
“It is not right to risk harming you ever again just for my selfish
satisfaction.” He reaches out and touches her temple to trace the
scar that spans down across her cheek, then traces the scars on her
arm and leg. He gently places his hands on the scar on her chest
above her breast, and the scar the doctors made to insert the chest
tube.

“I saw your body broken and battered, I
watched them perform several invasive, dangerous surgeries on your
body. I saw you lie, helpless and unaware, in a coma. I died a
little each time I saw you like that. After the coma, I saw you cry
when you tried to use the bathroom, shower or even dress yourself.
I saw you struggle to learn to walk again and bathe yourself. I saw
you weep because your body was in agony. I saw you contemplate
killing yourself because the pain was more than you could bear. I
cannot risk doing any more harm to you, ever! I cannot be the one
to cause you any more pain. You have had too much of it in this
life time. I cannot do that to you, baby!” He hisses in a fierce
whisper, “I cannot!”

Morna kisses his lips gently, and lies back
onto the bed. She reaches up and wraps her hands around his
shoulders and draws him down to her breast. She holds him there and
strokes his hair, and kisses the top of his head. They remain like
that for hours, each lost in their own thoughts. She finally dozes
lightly, wondering if she will ever be able to find a way to soften
his resolve. She knows he can be incredibly stubborn and fears he
may not relent. This knowledge fills her heart with sadness, and
guilt that she has caused him so much pain. Her rest is troubled by
feelings of immense and deep sadness. Thoughts of the long years
ahead of them, with him holding himself back, forever.

When she awakens almost an hour later, she is
lying on her side turned away from him. He is spooned in behind her
with the quilt between them. “Did I get cold?” she asks softly

“You were shivering,” comes his quiet
response.

She turns around to face him. She loops her
arms around his neck, “I love you, Man of light!” She drops a kiss
on his on nose, then says, “The human needs the necessary.” She
rolls out of bed, but turns to grab his big toe and shake it. “Hey
love, where are my clothes I wore over here Monday morning? I will
need to go out later, I want to go see Mike.”

“Morna, you have clothes in the
wardrobe.”

She bends down to kiss his lips. “I should
have known.”

She goes to the wardrobe, finds a pair of
jeans, blue cotton pull over top, new undergarments and pair of
sneakers. She chuckles as she eyes the selection, “You are better
at buying my clothes than I ever have been.”

Morna sails into the bathroom, uses the
necessary and takes a quick shower. She is disappointed when she
comes out of the shower stall and he’s not there. She dries off,
dries out the shower stall and tosses the damp towel into the
hamper. The scent of Vee assaults her nose. “I must remember to ask
about that little situation,” she reminds herself.

She finds the lotion in the cabinet, it’s a
special blend that she prefers of lavender and peppermint, and she
smiles at his thoroughness, and moisturizes her skin. She dons the
bra and panties. This time they are little zebra stripe numbers.
She thinks they look super, and turns to admire them in the mirror.
A blush heats her cheeks when she hears Luca chuckle from the
hallway door. “They are adorable Luca!”

He comes over and takes her into his arms,
“No, you are adorable. Are you finished hiding in the bathroom
yet?”

She kisses him lingeringly and molds her body
to his and shivers with a wicked grin on her face before saying, “I
am not hiding, just being human, love.” She turns and picks up the
toothpaste and toothbrush as if to prove her point and brushes her
teeth while he watches from behind her. Once, she meets his gaze in
the mirror, she thinks he looks too serious, so she wags her butt
at him. An action that earns her a gentle swat and her favorite
lopsided grin. After she rinses her mouth and dries her lips on the
hand towel. She picks up the hair brush and blow dryer. She sees
that he is turning to leave. “Luca, you don’t have to go if you
don’t want. Honestly.”