Elias POV

Ambrosia lay underneath me breathing heavily. I could see it in her eyes, she was confused and overwhelmed with these feelings.

And so was I.

It was difficult for me to restrain myself without the medication, but I needed her to know that I needed her satisfaction above my own.

"Where should I touch you?" I questioned scanning her body. I examined her black bra and underwear.

"Wha..." Ambrosia trailed off as my fingers rolled down her stomach.

"Personal questions remember."

Personal questions.

I was still thinking about her specific questions earlier. About my medication, was it possible that she knew.

No, she couldn't.

But what if she does, or if she is trying to know.

I can't let her.

I saw her looking at something in her purse before triggering her curiosity. Maybe it was something that had to do with me.

Ambrosia moved her legs slightly pulling me out of my inner conversation and I blinked realizing my tightening grip on her ankles. I had been slipping her underwear off her legs.

"Flower, do you hate me?" My heartbeat pounded through my head.

Ambrosia's eyes were wide and her toes curled, I lowered my head to base of her stomach and kept my eyes with her.

She must know, oh look at her eyes, she must know! Oh kill me, I rather get stabbed then being repulsed by the woman I love.

But I kept a steady gaze and a calm demeanor because her hands had not moved to refuse my actions.

"No I don't," she whispered.

"You will."

Before I could let her speak on what I had said my fingers were already on her heated core. I kissed her stomach as it rose and fell lightly with her breathing. I rubbed her and introduced my fingers once she had drenched them. I pushed them into her slowly earning a faint-hearted moan.

I shushed her with a boyish smile enjoying the heat that had erupted from her skin. I moved my fingers faster and let her clutch the sheets around herself in a desperate attempt to grab onto anything in her ardor.

Can you smell that, is it the nectar that they spoke of in the stories?

My eyes were glued onto her heat, it was drenched and I couldn't wait any longer. I removed my fingers and spread her legs welcoming her into my mouth.

"Haa, ha," Ambrosia gasped and panted with all her might. Her long, smooth, dark body heaving in delight of what I was doing.

~END of Elias POV~

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"Your dripping wet, flower."

Ambrosia could not fathom what was happening. Actually she could think at all it was like all her senses had been taken over by the immense feeling of pleasure.

Pleasure that Elias was giving to her willingly and as if his heart depended on it. She reached for his head running her fingers into his hair pushing him more and more. Ambrosia covered her mouth eyes wide and staring into the high ceiling above her.

Elias had his hands now fastned on her thighs keeping them pryed open.

She wouldn't dare make a sound louder than the shaky breathing she was doing.

Ambrosia's body tensed a tingle rose from her toes as he lapped her up like a dog with water.

She gasped his name arching her back and released herself. Her body quivered but he refused to let her go.

It was painful for her to stifle her cries but she couldn't risk it.

Ambrosia slowly let her body relax and Elias finally let her licking his lips in satisfaction. He crawled over of her and layed ontop her his head nestled by her neck.

Ambrosia began to catch her breath back. But barely able to move under the weight of him ontop of her.

Elias mumbled to himself, broken sentences about his head, his pain, his love, his lack of sleep.

He only quieted when Ambrosia wrapped her arms around him and began to stroke his hair. Elias shivered.

Minutes passed and Ambrosia could feel the faint breath of Elias on her neck and saw his still head from the corner of her eye.

He was asleep.

Ambrosia closed her eyes and let herself breath in his scent. They were both finally still together and something wanted Ambrosia to cherish the moment. To fill this moment in her mind and make her long for it again because she knew.

In the back of her mind that this could be the last time she would ever feel such a calmness in her soul.

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