Chapter 682.3 [Timeless (3) ] (NSFW)

“God, you feel good,” Allen huffed; breath growing labored as beads of sweat formed on his temples. He grab her ass as she climbs up his body, just as desperate for the connection as he was.

“Harder,” she begged, reaching for his lower lip with her mouth, pulling it between her teeth. Allen complied, bending his knees, slamming into her so hard that she scoots across the bed a few inches and his balls slams almost painfully against the back of her thighs.

Mia cries out, "yes," and it's all over for him. An animalistic need courses through him. Allen started repetitively slamming into her, his skin slapping against hers so hard it sounds like thunderclaps. “You like that?” He fuck her mercilessly, somewhat fearful that he might be tearing her up from the inside out, but unable to himself.

His body lurches into her, his chest heaves, and his cock drills her hard.

“You know what I like,” she ran both her hands down his back, nails breaking his skin. She didn’t care he would have to hide his back from others, well, not that he would care, after all, they would just disappear with his powers. Sometimes, she really wished he couldn’t as she wants to let others see the mark she had left on him. Telling the other that he was hers, and she would stake her claim in whatever way she wanted.

Even if there were many women by his side, but she wanted to show the others that--this man, this man is hers. Although it was impolite to other women, but in the name of love, this small selfishness is fine...isn't it...?

This was what she craved.

Them, together; the way it should have been, always. Mia wanted him to want her so much that he wouldn’t leave her. To crave her so badly so that he could not sleep. To feel her in every part of him, that she could not be shaken from his soul.

She wanted him to love her completely, as she did him, and want for her so badly, he would choose her once and for all.

“...Tell me you love me.”

And so, Mia asked, her captivating golden eyes piercing through him.

Allen looked at her, biting his lip as he thrust. She locked her eyes on his. She could feel him pulsating; his need for her vibrating inside her body.

“I love you,” he said finally, pulling her down onto him.

“I fucking love you,” he said again, with conviction and promise – the only one he could make.

With his confirmation, Mia leaned in for his mouth with her own, and kissed him deeply as she swiveled her hips in coordination with his; their tongues dancing with one another.

Once their mouths parted, he looked at her, eyes full of fire as he slid his finger between the slick slit between her legs, encouraging her building orgasm with his finger. She always came hard when he touched her there while penetrating her, and he knew it.

Allen fuck her hard, throwing every bit of reserve and control out of the window. Mia's soft pants of 'yes, yes, yes' fuel him on as he drill into her over and over again.

Suddenly, Mia's entire body spasms and her inner walls clench into him in a warm, wet vice as Allen realize she's once again orgasming. She screams so loudly that he know her throat will be sore tomorrow. Mia scream into the ceiling as Allen continues to slam into her. Her pussy is a veritable mound of merging fluids. But he doesn't stop. He's panting very slightly.

"Did you like that?" he whispers.

Mia almost can't speak for the sheer bliss that follows.

"Yes, oh yes," she utter when the clenching and unclenching of her pelvic muscles have succumbed.

He grins. "Will you be able to take it if I go a little faster?"

Faster?

Then it hits her. Mia's vision blurs when she realized that Allen has yet to actually used all his strength, in fear of hurting her. But now, after her body adjusting on his side, he wanted to increase the pace. Oh my God, can I even take it?

But before she could give her answer, however, Allen's already speeding up his thrusts. Steadily, pumping his hips like an automaton whose dial is being slowly turned. "Wa, wait, wait I'm still---guhhhh!!!?"

Allen was already too forgone. Mia could only close her eyes, enduring while savoring the acceleration of his cock as it pistons in and out of her. Her vagina is pouring out more sticky fluids in seemly preparation for this. He rocks his buttocks even harder. Mia toss and turn her head on the coverlet for the frenzied activity of it all. His penis slams against her cervix as his balls strike the undersides of her buttocks, and then withdraws. Harder, faster. His breathing harsh against her neck. Mia has already abandoned all nuances of romance. This is raw, purposeful, sensuous fucking. Mating like animals in the gardens of pleasure.

The friction in her vaginal walls grows as her fingers rake his back. Mia opens her eyes again and almost cries out in shock. Down there, Allen's hips are a blur. His eyes are closed and a large bead of sweat drops from his fine forehead to shatter upon her lips.

She tasted it--that salty, sexy evidence of his effort--and allow herself to be swept away by the blinding vortex again. Why even fight it? Her lover is already a God. Why would she fight against the God that wish to claim her body?

Orgasm merges into orgasm, until she's whipping her head and clawing the covers as she scream and screams into the night.

Just when Mia was starting to feel overwhelmed, like she couldn’t bear it anymore, he grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a final thrust. His balls contracted, cock pulsing as he groaned out his release. Allen's head spins as he slams into her again and again, until finally, he's firing off into her. The burning liquid jet gushes into her vagina, flooding every crevice and fold.

His entire body falls onto her, pushing her flat to the bed as he start to come. “Oh, my Mia,” he said, laying his head against her shoulder, as he caught his breath. "My wonderful Mia!" His body was pressed against the entire length of hers.

A bead of sweat trickled down between her breast and he licked it, then brought his mouth again to hers. His mouth tasted of salt as his fingers played her breasts expertly while thrusting into her harder and deeper. Knowing the exquisite moment of climax was seconds away, she closed her eyes, and turned her head; lips parting as she cried out, her body shaking with each powerful release.

A beatific satisfaction descends into her every bones as every single one of her muscles go limp with their collective release. One that no ever man, or mortal could ever gave her--satisfaction that burned her body into captivity, for eternity.

“God you’re so beautiful,” Allen watched as she came, and seeing the woman he truly loved and wanted, biting her lip as he encouraged her orgasm, made him come, too, again. And even as wave after wave of pleasure courses through him, his hips, however, continue to pump at her, his cock only able to make shallow purchase but still moving within her until she's absolutely and completely milked dry.

Mia's body sink into the mattress as his body collapses on top of hers. His breathing ragged in her ears as he nuzzles her neck. “I missed you,” he said softly once his breathing slowed, and looked at her, eyes full of everything he wanted but could not say. “I really do…”

Allen gently rolled over onto his side, taking his weight off her, fearing her getting pressed and hurt. Then, he looked down at her body. Her still erect nipples, and the red engorged lips of her pussy, glistening wet with their combined juices, was so sexy that it made him want to just do it all again. He felt as though something had just happened that was meant to be.

As Mia listened to her lover's soft, gentle breathing, she felt so relaxed, so sated, so… happy.

Her world felt so perfect. So complete.

“Me too,” she leaned her forehead to his, breathing him in one last time, before sliding one leg down, placing a foot gingerly on the bed, and then the other.

Hours later they lie sleeping side by side, together in every sense of the word.

… …

“I’m so sorry,” Allen muttered as he saw Mia crying. His heartfelt panic and being ripped to pieces, seeing the woman he loved tearing up. “Was I too rough?” he asked, anxious.

It has been so long and he really missed her...so probably...just probably, he had been a little, no fuck that, probably really, very rough?

Mia smiled through tears as she shook her head, “No, you were perfect. Just the right amount of rough. This is a good cry.”

Allen sighs in relief. His lips curling into a handsome smile. “Then I’ll hold you until it passes.” His arms closed around her and she wept quietly, not even sure what hurts she was letting go of.

When was the last time someone had held her while she cried?

She must have been a baby. In these past few years when Allen was gone, no one had never once seen her cry as she held it all within her, trying to act tough. She’d always hid her anxiety and fears from anyone, even to her family. After all, she was Mia Bianchi, the War princess of Earth and the leader of the leading most influential Organization in the world; The Bianchi Family!

But now that he was here, it was all fine. She can finally relax as it made her feel safe.

Safe enough to cry.

Safe enough to let someone hold her.

“I’m hungry” After letting it all up, Mia suddenly felt her stomach growling. She then laid back down, resting her head on Allen’s shoulder. “Then, let’s go grab a bite first before sleeping,” The relief in his voice was apparent. “…Are you still opposed to alcohol?”

“No. I drink a little now. It’s my only company when you were gone,” A little blame appeared on her voice.

“I’m sorry,” Allen smiled bitterly. “Well, anyway, your decisions aren’t quite so reactionary as they used to be. And I’m glad you can have a drink with me. I thought tonight was worthy of champagne.”

“It’s definitely a champagne-worthy night,” said Mia, his lips curling into a grin.

They once again talk and laugh while drinking champagne while sitting on the bed, naked. But they didn't care. They hug each other, whether it is cold or warm, or if they like it, they cuddled. They look like a newlywed couple, surrounded by a pink atmosphere.

When it was time to sleep, they both laid down, facing each other.

“I need you close to me,” Allen said, pulling her down on the bed so their bodies were pressed together. “I still can’t believe you’re here.” Really... I can't believe it.

“I can’t believe it either,” Mia responded.

He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Do you think you could sleep?”

“I’ll try, but I’m afraid I’m going to wake up in my own bed and find out that none of this happened.” Mia sigh and burrowed her face against Allen's broad chest. Smelling his familiar scent she loved so much.

“How about if I hold you really tight, so the first thing you notice when you wake up is being in my arms?” Allen stroke her hair gently.

“That sounds perfect.” Mia chuckled in amusement.

That night was the best for both of them…

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