The Chimera (Part 3)

"Cordelia. If you really want me to stop... Make me."

Stunned, the words seemed to echo in her head as Lyonis kicked off his boots. She scurried back in the bed, away from him, her back hitting the wooden wall behind her. The anger and pain, and lust in his eyes matched the swirling chaotic energy splintering off him like invisible lightning bolts. It was terrifying, but she could tell he didn't want to hurt her. Past the hot fury and frustration, there was a warmth there, and a silent darkness that risked consuming him whole. It filled the cabin with such a thick aura that it clung around her throat, threatening to choke her under the pressure.

Grabbing one of her ankles, he forcefully pulled her toward him with such ease it was like she were as light as a feather. Running his hands up her dress, grasping at her thighs and pulling her hips into his, he growled down at her, his calm and collected nature seemed to be fraying at the edges, "I know you could easily stop me if you wanted to. You could rip me to shreds without even raising a finger."

Lyonis grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it, tearing the buttons off thier stitches. He glared down at her. A fit of calm anger hid the tidal wave of hurt radiating off him. His mana felt so conflicted- the moment he tore her dress, she felt him recoil in disgust with himself, like he had been lashed with a whip. "If you hate my touch. If you hate me so much, then stop me, Cordelia."

Cordelia stared back at him, furrowing her brow as she looked into his amber eyes. Trying to decipher just what he was thinking, she wanted to read his mind, to listen to his thoughts. His energy was so just confusing. It was clear to her that he was doing this on purpose. Driving her away.

But wasn't she doing the very same thing? She had hurt him with her indecisiveness and coldness. It wasn't fair of her to treat him this way. He was right, wasn't he? It didn't matter where they came from or what thier past held. They were here now, and it was obvious they desired one another. Why was she denying herself such an apparent want? A want that she had hoped and wished would come to her. To love and be loved. Lyonis's need for her was true and honest, without hostility, but genuine acceptance. Her answer was staring her in the face. Would it hurt when he left? Yes. But maybe, that hurt was worth it.

She blinked a few times; her face softened, and the tension between her brows was replaced with understanding and sympathy. Lyonis was halted by her odd change in expression. Cordelia reached up slowly to touch his cheek with her hand. He flinched away from her, and it pricked her heart. "I'm so sorry, Lyonis... I'm sorry." His eyes widened in shock.

"You're right. I've been childish. I'm just scared. I... I find myself falling for you, and it terrifies me." She pulled him close, placing her lips against his softly, carefully. "But I won't stop you... Because I want you..."

He pulled away, gazing down at her with confusion, with a look that seemed to waver between anger and joy, "I promise you. I won't stop this time, Cordelia." His voice was threatening. Anger still clung to it. He unclasped the belt that held his pants up, letting the rain-soaked trousers fall to the floor with a thud, exposing his naked body.

He was stunning; his toned muscles and olive skin glowed in the muted orange light of the small flames in the lamps surrounding them. The scars, his wild hair, and imposing physique made him look like a terrifying yet beautiful god of war. His damp brown hair cascaded in front of his eyes; she reached up to run her hands through his hair and pulled him down into the bed with her, locking her lips around his.

The frustrating waterfall of emotions that had washed over him made him impatient. Unlike before, when he was gentle and patient, he now moved against her with unforgiving and forceful want. He pulled away from her kiss and loomed over her grabbing the torn dress and tearing it off her body. The sound of ripping fabric cut the air like a knife. The thin straps of fabric holding up her satin slip slid off her shoulders as Lyonis pulled the fabric down around her hips in a quick motion, exposing her breasts.

He leaned down to suck hard on her nipples, biting them and coaxing quiet moans and gasps from her lips. His large rough hands grabbed her body, pulling her against him as if she weighed nothing. He nippled and kissed down the length of her body, pulling the rest of her satin slip off over her legs before biting the tender ridge of her hips - hard. The sharp pain only seemed to add to the pleasure, and Cordelia was surprised by how passionately her body reacted to it. Panting, Cordelia buried her hands in his hair as he kissed the sensitive skin around her navel. He ran the length of her thighs with his hands, urging goosebumps to rise over her skin before plunging two long fingers into her soaked center. Breath was stolen from her lungs as she felt the sudden invasion.

He moved relentlessly, with purpose. Cordelia noticed that the frustration and anger he felt earlier were slowly being replaced with a growing desire. But even though she felt the change in energy between them, his actions said otherwise. There was nothing gentle about his touch. But despite the harshness and irritation conveyed in his actions, Lyonis still touched in a way that coaxed tingling sensations to erupt all over her body.

She twitched against him, whispering his name over and over, "Lyo... Lyonis... Don't stop." Heat swelled through her body from her navel. Just as waves of euphoria started to spill over, threatening to send her into ecstasy, Lyonis slid his fingers out slowly, leaving her aching for more. A silky trail of moisture trailed his fingers as he slid his hands up her body to cup her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers, pinching her ever so slightly.

Cordelia's eyes shot open, meeting his eyes as he hovered over her. His expression gave nothing away. He seemed as calm and collected as the first day she met him. "Lyo.... Lyonis... please... why did you stop?" The needing ache between her legs grew urgent. A sly grin spread over his face as he hovered his lips over hers. She leaned forward to kiss him, trying to wrap her arms around his neck, but he pulled away, pushing her back down onto the bed.

He let the tips of his fingers wander down the length of her body, slowly. Painfully slow. His face followed, hovering just above her body, letting his hot breath graze her skin, sending rippling goosebumps all over her. Wanting to feel his lips against her skin, she arched her back toward him, needing to feel him grab her body with rough needing hands. This delicate touch was too soft. She needed more. The anticipation was driving her crazy. She tried grabbing his hands, his shoulders, his hair, and his face, anything to pull him closer to her but each time, he pushed her back down into the bed. Continuing to inflict his slow torture.

"Lyonis touch me... please. I need you to touch me." Cordelia could believe how she begged for him. She hardly sounded like herself. Lyonis trailed the tips of his fingers down her thighs and then up in between her legs. She sighed in relief. Her tender womanhood throbbed for him, silky and wet. Closing her eyes, she waited for his touch. But instead, Lyonis barely brushed her with the tips of his fingers, she felt his hot breath between her thighs and he began his tortuous ascent back up her body.

A loud gasp left her, exasperated and disappointed. The want was so intense she felt tears sting her eyes. She shot up and glared at him. Why? Why was he teasing her so much? She was here, wanting, ready for him. A seductive smile tugged at Lyonis's lips as he hovered, naked above her. "What's wrong, my love?" It was as if he was enjoying toying with her. She huffed in response, and he chuckled under his breath.

Cordelia glared at him and went to push him over, but as if anticipating her actions, he was on her before she could react. One of his large hands engulfed her hands, trapping them over her head and pinning her to the bed. He leaned over her again, hovering his lips just out of reach.

"Cordelia... tsk. tsk. That won't do. I'm punishing you. Be a good girl... let me torment you just a little longer..." Lynois caressed the tender, silky folds between her legs with his other hand, slipping a finger across her bare, wet skin, slowly, methodically. He was trifling with her, and Cordelia felt anger flare in her chest ever so slightly. But there was so much warmth in his tone and in his touch. And made her head start to spin. "Beg for me. It's like music to my ears."

"Lyonis..." She panted heavily as he tenderly stroked the sensitive pink bud between her thighs. "Lyo...." She moaned and arched her back in erotic pleasure as he swirled his finger around and around. Her body grew warm and twitched against his hand, but as soon as the cascading feeling seemed to reach its peak, Lyonis stopped, slipping his fingers away from her, trailing it up the length of her body yet again.

Gasping, her eyes shot open, teary and pleading as she gazed into his golden amber eyes filled with mischievousness. He was denying her on purpose! "Demon!" She whispered breathlessly, and he chuckled. The frustration in her felt maddening. She tried and failed to pull her arms out from under his clutches, but he tightened his grip on her.

"Beg..." He whispered in her ear, his hot seductive breath on her neck coaxing a wild moan from her.

Was he mad? Wasn't she already begging? Where was the sweet man who had tenderly touched her before? She wanted him back!

"Ah! Lyonis! YOU DEMON! WHY?! Please! Just fucking touch me already... You SAID you wouldn't stop this time!" She gasped out in frustration and went to sit up, but the hands that held her arms above her bed were firm and strong. Part of her wanted to use her magic, flip him over and take him for herself. But somehow his relentless teasing only seemed to heighten the feelings inside her. Torturing her in the most pleasant and beautiful way.

"That's not begging. Come, my love... Beg... You can do better than that." Lyonis whispered seductively into her ear. His warm, husky voice felt like warm honey all over her body. He suckled on the lobe of her ear and twisted one of her nipples between his fingers, sending delightful shivers down her spine.

A loud pleasurable cry left her lips, and she gasped at the shamelessness of it. Lyonis chuckled into her neck, "Mmm.... what a lovely sound... but I told you to beg."

Tears threatened to fall from her cheeks. She was filled with such endless desperate want, unlike anything she had ever felt before in her entire life. She had never known such tortuous pleasure. Cordelia wanted to kiss him, feel his body against her, touch his warm body with her hands, memorize every inch of his skin, and shower one another in pleasure until they both dissolved as one into blissful stardust. Need was pouring into her, filling every crevice of her body, setting her ablaze, driving her mad.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at him, with pleading want and desire, his amber eyes met hers, and for a split second, he seemed to look apologetic. But the look disappeared as soon as it came, and he grinned down at her as if enjoying watching her struggle against the hunger she felt. He was not going to budge until she did what he requested of her.

Fine. If he wanted her to beg for him, if this was what she deserved for making him so angry, then she would beg.

"Lyonis..." She whispered as large tears fell like crystalline diamonds from her eyes. "I need you. I need your lips on mine, the feeling of your hands all over my body. I need to feel you pressed against me. Please... I want to taste the salt on your skin and feel you deep inside me and ravage me until I dissolve into nothing. You are driving me crazy..." Lyonis's eyes grew wide at her sudden confession, but she kept going, "I'm begging you, Lyo. My love... Please... Don't make me wait any longer. I can't stand it..." She shook her head, and tears spilled in desperation down her cheeks.

Lyonis's lips were on hers in a flash. He released her hands and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his tongue twisted against hers, invading every part of her mouth with fierce, unrelenting desire. Cordelia flung her arms around his and kissed him back, her fingers wrapped in his hair, pulling him closer, grabbing and scratching at his warm olive skin. He groaned into her, pressing his hard naked body into hers, and she gasped as she felt his length grow and swell harder against her bare skin.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned with want into his ear, "My love. Take me... please. I need you."

"Cordelia..." Her name left his lips in a huff, and Cordelia felt him shift in front of her.

"Try to be gentle with me, please... it's been awhile..." She whimpered and braced herself for pain. Despite the fear that it would hurt like all the times before, Cordelia couldn't help but want to feel him inside her. To be as close to him as possible. The urge was deep, instinctual, and undeniably natural. She hadn't wanted someone like this before, and the feeling was exhilarating and pure.

"Relax, my love..." Lyonis leaned away from her after feeling her tense. Sliding a long finger inside her, he stroked her from within, and she shuddered in pleasure, closing her eyes and covering her face with her arms, trying to buffer all the senses that suddenly seemed too intense.

"I'm going to enter you now... Don't tense up... Stay just like this..." He slid his finger out of her, and she felt him push the tip of his hard shaft against her. He paused, lingering there for a moment, rubbing her throbbing flesh with his. Cordelia choked up at the feeling of thier closeness. The intensity pulled tears from her eyes, and a lump rose in her throat. He wasn't even inside her yet, and her body was reacting so violently, so passionately to him. Waves of heat poured over her as if he were the sun itself. Her head spun, and her legs shook and twitched from around him.

Then slowly, so slowly, he pushed inside her, stretching her as he entered. There was pressure, but to Cordelia's pleasant surprise, no pain at all. Even though she felt tight around him, the way he moved into her - filling her with his warm, throbbing member - stretched her in an impossibly alluring, sensual way. A satisfying hiss left his lips. He slid his way into her with zero resistance, pushing all the way to the hilt before sliding back out... then back in. With each slow, deliberate thrust, Cordelia felt the warmth grow and grow inside her until she felt like her body was on fire. She tore at her hair, panting deeply until her mouth went dry.

"Fuck.... Cordelia...." He groaned, and each thrust seemed just a little harder, just a little faster. Leaning over her, moving his hips against hers, she felt him push her arms away from her face, "Don't you dare hide from me."

She glanced at him between half-closed, teary eyes, and the sight of his seductive smile, his tosseled hair, his hands pulling her thighs and hips closer to him, and amber eyes piercing through her with passionate want sent her over the edge. Her body shuddered violently, tightening around him as her eyes rolled back into her head, overcome with cascading ecstasy. Sounds left her lips involuntarily, and the loud cries of her losing herself only added to the vehemence of raging waves crashing over her. Lyonis's mana mixed with hers, and as they swirled together as one, Cordelia was helpless to him. She couldn't distinguish her own feelings from his, and it multiplied the pleasure she felt.

He had coaxed a similar feeling from her before, back in her own bed, but this time was different. It was more. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, her toes curled and her back arched. She tore at her long hair, needing some sort of pain to help pull her back to her senses. She felt Lyonis's hands all over her as she fell into bliss - up her waist, massaging her breasts, tracing over her collarbones, and up to cup her face him his hands. It was as if her whole body was dipped in warm, sweet sticky honey, and he was sticking to her.

He leaned into her and hissed into her skin, "Damn it... You're stunning..." The closeness of his voice coaxed her back to her senses, and the feeling faded slowly from her - leaving her head spinning and her body twitching. She felt Lyonis grow harder inside her, swelling more, and he growled into her skin before moving his hips faster, deeper into her.

But she was so tender - so sensitive and swollen that the feeling of him moving in her again was too intense. She sucked in and shifted away from him involuntarily, but he pinned her down into the bed, holding him close to her. "Lyo... it's too much! Wait, please... please."

"I promised you I wouldn't stop... I won't let you make a liar out of me..." He cupped her face in his hand, kissing her cheek before crashing his lips against her again, invading her mouth, returning moisture to her dry, parched lips. She pulled away, panting, not having even caught her breath or recovering a second from him sending her into bliss moments before. Pumping harder and faster into her, he panted into her shoulder, wrapping a hand in her hair, lifting her into him with the arm he laced around her waist.

Stars flashed across her vision as she stared up at the ceiling of the Chimera. Shadows danced across the redwood above them, and she felt herself fall back into bliss, feeling the sweat and passion pool wherever thier skin touched. The warmth that started building in her again felt dusted with stars and sparkled across her skin like fireworks as he pumped against her, filling her head with nothing but the mind-numbing feeling of passion. All thoughts left her as she fully embraced the feelings and sensations building within them.

Lyonis panted into her ear, "My love... Come for me again..." He sat up and slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her swollen, tender bud as he thrust over and over into her. The added stimulation and the sound of his husky, loving voice sent her over the edge. She pulsated around him, gasping out in intense, spine-tingling pleasure. Lyonis shuddered above her, pulling out of her before covering her navel with warm, sticky liquid.

Cordelia - completely spent and sapped of any remaining energy she may have clung to - sank deeper into the bed. Her arms and legs fell limply onto the mattress, and she closed her eyes, panting. Lyonis buried his head in the crook of her neck as he hovered over her, his chest heaving, gathering control over his own senses. Her head was spinning wildly, and for a moment, she thought she may faint. The comforting warmth of the bed and the residual waves of dulled pleasure pulsing throughout her brought sleep to her instantly.