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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She helped him settle into the bed, and he found it to be the most damn comfortable thing he'd ever experienced. It could be accredited due to his current state. Weak of body. Weak of mind. It helped relieved the pressure from his leg as well, to just lie against something. He kicked off his boots, relaxing against the warm and comfortable furs of the bed that she helped pull over him. As soon as the back of his head hit the pillow, he closed his eyes. Though he wasn't asleep. He was selfishly basking in the comfort it provided. Her words were so . . . unfamiliar. Not because he had never heard them before.

Hell, he heard such words from Octavia all the time. It was the fact that he wasn't used to . . . not having to take care of someone. It was the nature of him, of his very existence. He couldn't remember a time where he wasn't caring for another. Yet, right now, she was taking care of him. Which only furthered his guilt. But he was too weak to protest. Too exhausted to. Exhausted not just from the condition the storm had put him in, but the circumstances that life had thrust him into. "I do." He wasn't even thinking about the words so much. He was drifting. It was instinct for him to take care of people, so he couldn't even begin to exempt himself from that responsibility. Perhaps he didn't even fully realize who exactly he was talking to. But the words came out regardless. The certainty that he had to take care of her. That he should be taking care of her, and everyone else. And the reminder that he wasn't.

He could hear her in the background, her movements that indicated she was settling. But he felt no additional weight on the bed. He forced his eyes open, looking at her through heavy lids due to the exhaustion that took over. She was sitting on the ground. It didn't feel right. He had taken her bed and . . . all he could do was look at her, his vision hazed over and hardly able to focus. "I won't do that," he said with a slight smirk, though his words were honest. He wasn't going to wake her up. She deserved to rest, and he was already a big damn burden on her. "You should be sleeping on your board." But he couldn't physically move to bring her onto her.

He felt as if something weighted him down, something was keeping him onto it. The strain of the day no doubt. He closed his eyes once more, taking a deep breath as her words, her question played over in his mind. She didn't want him to slip away. The sentiment made him feel . . . safe. Naive perhaps. But her presence allowed him to lower his guard even just slightly and succumb to the ease of sleep. "I am." Only physically, but at the same time . . . he was clearly mentally at ease enough to rest. And it wasn't necessarily because he had no other choice. It was because of her. Of who she was as a person. Of how she had helped him in ways he couldn't even express. "Thanks to you." Those were the last words he said, before drifting into a slumber.

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Ignoring Bellamy’s attempts to care for her was getting easier as his lids grew heavier. Instead she leaned against the wall and watched as he started to drift away. The heavy and swollen bags under his eyes had nothing to do with the biting cold outside. How much of that was exhaustion, and how much of it was stress. “Rid op,” she murmured quietly. She hoped that the storm would keep him housebound until he was able to get the rest that he needed. As he drifted, Niylah rested against the wall and watched him intently. The strongest ones were always the ones who carried too much. It seemed silly to think, but how could somebody so beautiful suffer so much. She wanted to take away that pain more than anything, but this was something a healer couldn’t resolve... She needed to accept that and do only what she could.

With Clarke, she saw the same thing... Awestruck by everything that the woman had done for her people, she tried to sing her praises—to show her how much what she and her people did meant to her but the biggest heroes were the ones who made the biggest sacrifices. Bellamy clearly had made far too many. As he slept, she listened to his breathing and listened to the howling wind outside. The wood stove kept this room so warm... She was sure that Bellamy would make a good recovery. She would help him get back to Arkadia in the morning if he allowed her... She knew these woods like the back of her hand... His even breaths were almost relaxing. It lulled her in a matter of hours when she was confident that he was going to be fine.

As she slept, she slipped down the wall and curled up on the floor near the wooden stove with a loose fur pulled close. She was perfectly comfortable there, and for a long while she slept with no interruption. The howling wind turned into background noise and Bellamy’s breathing was matched by hers unconsciously—but sleep was rarely eventless lately. After the attack, her nights were wracked with fear at the memory of that damned bounty hunter. She was so sure she would die—from the first hit. Her dreams had taken a harsh turn, forcing quite whimpers to escape her lips as she tossed and turned. Without heavy blankets to hold her, her leg hit the bed. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make a sound as she gripped the furs tightly. She hated these dreams... They came fast and sometimes she couldn’t remember them but she always remembered how easily he beat her.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Sleep was not an easy luxury that came to Bellamy. It often reached that point of exhaustion for him where he physically could not function anymore. Similar to after Mount Weather where the decontamination process, the harvesting, and the lack of sleep, food and drink for four days had caused him to collapse into slumber. While the situation was not as severe, he felt that familiar exhaustion. But he was a light sleeper. Always alert to his surroundings. Always fearful of any threat that could arise. This time, his eyes were jolting awake not by a haunting image, but the sound of a thud and a slight jolt on the bed. His eyes shot open as he jolted in an upright position, fighting against the heaviness of his head.

He was disoriented, but it only took him a few moments before he remembered where he saw. At that, he saw the woman who had saved him curled up on the ground, clearly in a distressing sleep. He moved from the bed, cringing at his still injured leg from the stab wound, but needed to be on the same eye level as her, so fought through the pain and crouched down in front of the woman. "Niylah," he said her name in a low voice, his hand going to her shoulder, his touch gentle, in an attempt to coax her awake.

"Hey," he said again in an attempted soothing voice. He knew all too well about nightmares, and hated that she was suffering from one now. "Niylah," he repeated in the same tone, trying to lull her to a conscious state so that she would not be plagued by such haunting images again. She needed to be on the bed, as the guilt of seeing her on the floor like that start weighing on him. But right now, the objective was to wake her up. So he kept his hand on her shoulder, as it slid down to her upper arm, speaking her name again in further attempt to awaken her from her nightmare.

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She didn’t hear him saying her name in his soft tone. She was too far into this resurfacing memory. The sounds of breaking glass and the feeling of being thrown against the wall, against the counter, down to the floor—she didn’t hear a damn thing over that, but when he took her arm it wasn’t him. It was that god damn bounty hunter pinning her wrist down with his knife only inches away. She wasn’t a fighter, but she had a warriors response. With a feral snarl she was brought out of sleep. Her hand moved to the dagger she always held on her person now and she kicked Bellamy back with fury and lunged blindly. In less than a second she had the knife against his throat, pressed against it enough to no doubt cause pain. Her eyes were wide as the feral fury slowly faded—but she stayed frozen in place without taking a breath.

Her eyes were locked with his for a long moment before she stiffly let the knife fall to the floor so that she wouldn’t hurt him, but the fear was momentarily paralytic. “Moba,” she let out stiffly, with a slight shaking in her hands before she brought them back to her sides and took a breath. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to...”

It would be worse if she hurt him. Her eyes flashed to him to try to gage whether or not he was okay. She hadn’t cut him but the kick to his chest couldn’t have been good. Shaking still, she moved to make sure she hadn’t really hurt him, but her panic was still very very real. So real her English was lapsing. “Yu ste laksen?” are you hurt, she asked unconsciously in her own language. She was shivering, but she tried to get a look at him.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't sure what sort of response he had expected. But he certainly wasn't prepared for her actions that followed. He had failed in his attempt to lull her out of sleep, which was completely understandable. Whatever she was dreaming about, was intense. And he wished he had the power to spare her from it. In one swift motion however, he was kicked back, leaving him winded by the sudden impact and his already weak body.

He hadn't a moment to react to that before her felt the cold metal of her blade against his throat. He took a deep breath, staring right into her eyes. A slight tremble was in his breath, but not out of fear. He swallowed, not daring to move when her reflexes were so sharp, so quick to react to the slightest movement that could be mistaken as a threat. His chest from where she kicked him was throbbing, but that hardly mattered right now. Physical pain was nothing in comparison to emotional and psychological trauma.

He saw her eyes, the expression behind them . . . and the way that look of ferocity started to ebb away, replaced by the woman that had pulled him into her home so that he would be spared from the storm. It was then that the knife fell from her limp hand to the floor, and when he felt like he could breathe with ease again. He stayed in position, not wanting to do anything to startle her as he let her recollect herself, and fully take in her surroundings.

She started to say something in her language, before apologizing, saying she didn't mean to. Bellamy wasn't offended or upset by the attack. Instead, he was concerned for her. For the troubling and haunting images that clearly plagued her. He slowly began to move toward her, seeing the way her body shook, wanting to do what he could to help ease it. Starting by getting her comfortable. His movements toward her were slow, cautious, so that he didn't set her off. He extended his hand to her, in an almost warning that he would be inching closer.

Until he finally did, his hand going to her own hand to hold it, to help ease her trembling even just for a moment. His thumb caressed the skin of wrist, in an effort to soothe her. Though he knew it would probably take a hell of a lot more than that. He only picked up on a couple of the words she said, as he was still learning. He moved closer to her still, at eye level, looking deeply, intently into her own eyes, as if to say or do something rather impactful and meaningful.

"My trigedesleng sucks." It was not entirely untrue, but the main purpose of his words was to help ease some of the tension, to help relax her mind. "Come on," he urged as he gently pulled her up with their still joined hands. He suppressed a cringe from the gesture, ignoring whatever pain coursed through his leg. He put an arm around her to lead her to the bed that he had so selfishly claimed. "Lie down," he instructed her, not about to listen to her protest.

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He was calming her—more than he knew. Even though he couldn’t save her from the memories he was still rescuing her in his own way. When he wrapped an arm around her, she couldn’t help feeling safer. She felt the tense muscles in his chest, indicating he was still in pain, but he was trying to hide it and shift the focus onto her. It was silly to think that a woman like her craved contact like this... she rarely received it. Most of her time she was alone, so to have someone soothe her and care about the images she saw in the dark was strange but addicting. Her fears had never been justified, therefore she received no sympathy. When he told her to lie down she froze... She didn’t want to be alone. A bed wouldn’t change that. The covers would weigh her down, the folded supports would muffle her whimpering but she would still be alone.

There was no way to explain that to him, or to anyone. Weakness was disgraceful and to show it here would be no different. Admitting that she was too weak to fight off the memories and sleep alone wasn’t possible. The words just wouldn’t form. Niylah looked up at Bellamy for a long moment before reaching up with her hand on the back of his neck. Her fingers ran through the waves of dark locks and she pulled him towards her slightly but firmly while she looked up at him. Inches away, she still couldn’t find words... Instead she kissed him—slowly at first as thoughts raced through her head a mile a minute...

She didn’t just want this as a distraction. She genuinely wanted him, though the circumstances were hardly appropriate. Still as she pressed against him tighter she couldn’t help noticing everything from the way his smooth curls felt between her fingers, to the way his muscles felt against her skin. Even the intensity and the way he looked at her gave her more reason to want him... Though in this moment, she couldn’t handle the separation. Her arms laced around his neck and she pulled him into a deeper kiss as she lowered herself onto her bed. She kept her arms around him, pulling him closer—praying he’d follow... This wasn’t something she did often. With Clarke, it hadn’t been about Niylah’s need for affection, but about distracting Wanheda from the guilt that plagued her. This was different... Almost new to her. “Lay with me,” she mumbled into the kiss, shifting farther back to give him room on the bed.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Once she was somewhat on the bed, Bellamy looked at her, trying to determine what he saw behind that gaze of hers. Though, he didn't even know what was in his own eyes. It wasn't as stoic as it perhaps should be. He couldn't even blame the cold this time, for he felt more recovered even from that short sleep. It was no doubt the remedies she had used for him. The support she had given him. He wanted to do the same to her. But physical wounds were so much easier to treat than emotional and mental ones.

He doubted he had the power to truly fix that for her . . . despite his longing desire to. The silence was drawn out, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. Her hand moved to the back of his head, her slender fingers running through his hair which was always a strongly comforting gesture for Bellamy to experience when with someone. Usually in a more intimate setting. Which . . . he felt this was leading to. But he still did not react. Not physically anyway. He just looked at her, that intent gaze turning into a longing intent. It didn't take long for it to be appeased though, for she moved toward him to close the distance.

The moment he felt her lips against his, he closed his eyes. He didn't immediately respond but it wasn't out of any lacking desire. It was to bask in the incredible sensation that her kiss provided him with. One that flooded his body with a warmth that was more effective than any blankets could provide. When she wrapped her arms around his neck he lowered himself so that her back could properly rest against the bed. He was still in a somewhat upright seated position on the edge of the bed, one arm on the other side of her, his hand against the cover to brace himself up.

She then spoke three words through the kiss that made his heart spark with a burning urge to comply. Why? Because he wanted this too. Because it felt so damn good right now. He was more than just the physical. Niylah was undeniably beautiful. But her beauty was one that surpassed just the outer; she held an inner one that made him feel more drawn to her. Evident, by the way she spoke. The nurturing personality she had. The warmth of her words and assurances. That, was what made this stronger than just a mere kiss based on physical desire.

He didn't verbally reply to her words, but he did respond. He shifted himself so that he was lying on the bed too, his body turned toward hers, keeping his lips hover over her own. His hand went to her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin as he looked at her through heavily lidded eyes. Yes. She was beautiful. And he wanted to make her feel as such. He leaned toward her to kiss her again, breathing into the embrace as he adjusted his body once more, so that he was more on top of her than next to her. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, parting her lips so that he could slip his tongue between them to explore her. Her taste fulfilled a burning thirst that he didn't even know he had longed for. His hand on her cheek slowly skimmed down her body, carefully tucked under her shirt and slipped inside, spanning his larger hand along the skin of her stomach without fully lifting her shirt off . . . yet.

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As Bellamy joined her on the bed, her hand traced his while he stroked her cheek with his hand. In that moment, it became less about her fear of being alone and more about enjoying the feeling of having him so close. Her eyes couldn’t be pried away from his, or the look in his eyes that mirrored her own. He wanted her too... She watched him until his lips pressed against hers again, only this time it was different. Smoldering; slowly building... Her hands moved to his chest to explore him and feel every muscle and every inch of his smooth and tanned skin. Blindly, she returned the kiss. Her lips parted and as he deepened the kiss, his hand moved under the thin undershirt she wore. Simply being touched made her shiver with pleasure, and though Bellamy took his time, Niylah was hungrily for more.

She kissed him harder; desperate as her teeth closed lightly around his bottom lip. She tugged it lightly before hooking her leg around his hip and rolling them over. Her hands moved to his chest to support herself as she straddled him with a mischievous grin playing at the seams. He was so gorgeous... Messy locks, deep skin, muscular and so much more... she couldn’t help taking a moment to breathe it in before tugging her shirt off. She pulled it over her head and discarded it quickly before leaning down to kiss along his neck hungrily; her lips devouring anything they could as her hips rolled against him.

Her fingers trailed down his prominent hip while her free hand rested beside his head to support herself while she worked to take off his pants. The need for contact had been burned by desperation to feel him... all of him. Funny how one smoldering kiss could trigger such a reaction. She had already forgotten what started this... Hell she didn’t care.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was intoxicating. An assault on all his senses. He wanted to bask in it for as long as time would allow, and he knew all too well that time was seldom a luxury granted to them. This felt right though. It felt incredible. Her fingers leaving a trail of fire on his skin from the sheer need of more. So much more. It was as if she understood everything without him needing to articulate it. Her teeth captured his bottom lip and while it wasn't painful, the pressure just added to the pleasure. He wanted to unleash this inner passionate side of her that he was quickly learning more and more about. The feral side of her, so quick and strong to hurl a person back and hold a blade to them. Was this the outlet she needed? He didn't know. But right now, he was willing to be whatever she needed of him. Dominant. Submissive. Somewhere in between. In one swift and seemingly effortless motion, she flipped them so that she assumed the position on top.

Bellamy was numb to any pain that would have caused his body to otherwise object. Even his stab wound was dulled, overpowered by all she was making him feel in this moment. She parted from the kiss only so that she could lift the barrier of fabric from the upperhalf of her body. Bellamy watched her through heavily lidded eyes. His tongue ran over his lips as he took in the sight of her glorious figure. He flawless body. Sheer perfection. His eyes lingered over every inch of her skin, mind and heart racing with all the ways he wanted to touch and explore her. His only distraction was when her lips crushed against his once more . . . but really, it only fueled his desire. The only ache in his body, was the one that longed for her. Especially when she rolled her hips against him. The action caused him to let out a heavy breath through the kiss, nipping her lip as his chest heaved for more.

Her hand skimming down to his aching region made it impossible for him to remain idle. His own hand slipped under her pants, starting to pull them down as far as they could go with his current reach. He hand then skimmed over the skin of her perfectly formed behind, finding the sense of touch far more impactful than the sense of sight right now. Though he did want to see her. But with the way their mouths worked against each other, he wasn't ready to break that contact. His hand moved from her rear, to the sensitive region between her legs, wanting to touch her. To explore her as he longed to do the moment their lips first touched; the moment it became possible for them to engage in this new height of intimacy. Skimming the folds of her skin, he carefully slipped a finger within her, applying pressure to that single pleasure spot within a woman, and all too eager to feel her reaction to it.

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah heard every shift in his breathing and felt as his chest moved—his reactions made her smirk as she nipped at his collarbone playfully, just as his hands began to wander... Down the length of her back, he managed to push the loose fitted furs she wore down her legs as far as they would go as she straddled him. His touch made her sigh with pleasure as she hooked her fingers into his pants. She tugged the remaining clothes that covered him down his legs just as his fingers brushed against her sensitive folds. In what seemed like only moments, he had her. His touch against her most sensitive parts drew moans from her that were muffled only by the howling wind. It took her a moment to get used to the feeling. For a while she pressed tighter against him; her breasts tightly pressed against his chest as she moaned into the crook of his neck.

She shuddered softly with pleasure and ran one hand through his thick locks while the other continued to explore him desperately. It took all her will to push herself up again and lock eyes with him. Hers were dark with desire and perhaps even feral to him as she worked to regain control over her own body. Her hips moved against his expert touch while she reached down between them to run her hand teasingly over his length. She stroked every inch slowly as she rolled her hips against his touch almost rhythmically as she leaned in to nip at his ear. Her words came out in a playful purr, “have you ever been with a girl from the ground before, Skaikru?” her grin was seductive and mischievous—it was clear she was enjoying this. Seeing him like this... Not burdened by anything and caught up only in a moment of passion.

A few more times she rolled her hips against his touch before taking his wrist and pulling it away from her entrance. It ached for him, but she wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the one to fuck him senseless and if she let him keep playing with her that way she would be his in a heartbeat. Instead she took his length in her hand and teased him—pushing the head of his cock against her entrance. She was already slick with arousal—thanks to his touch, but she wanted to see him squirm and thrust.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The way her body reacted, the gentle moaning against his skin . . . it all felt incredible. A further encouragement for his actions, wanting to keep touching her. To keep exploring her. Especially when he freed him from the constraints of his pants, which only revealed his hardened state of arousal. An aching desire, for her. It had happened so quick, and felt so intense. Yet he wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest. When she raised her head to meet his gaze, he looked at her intently, his finger continuing to work inside of her, pressing against that spot and wanting to see her face, wanting to memorize her expression while he did it.

This felt like an escape from all else. An escape from the hell this world has posed to be. Instead, he found that small sliver of heaven . . . however short it may last, it was at least found. Just for tonight. His head sunk back against the pillow, sharply inhaling with the sudden pleasure of her hand moving over his manhood. An involuntary groan of pleasure emitted from deep within his throat, his back ever so slightly arching under her skillful touch. The fact that she was rolling her hips against him only intensfied the sensation . . . but then again, she most probably knew that.

Her teeth against his ear, the sound that vibrated against his skin . . . and then her words. Spoken in the heat of this moment. It took him a moment to form the ability to create coherent words to answer her question. "No," he answered truthfully. He had never coupled with a Grounder. The opportunity hadn't been there and well, there were a slew of reasons for it. "Ever been with Skaikru?" He questioned, almost teasingly. His voice was deeper than usual, thick with the sensational pleasure she was consuming him with. One that was only thickening his arousal. He was aching for her and he needed release, but at the same time, was relishing in the build up. In this intense foreplay. He pressed harder against her, feeling the liquid of her body on his finger, until she pulled him out. He felt the immediate deprivation but not for long.

The thrill and intrigue of her taking control made him gaze up at her. She guided him to her entrance, without granting it to him. He wouldn't be able to endure this slow torture for long. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving with the painful desire for her. And all he could do was look up at her. No. Surely that was not all he could do. "Damn it," he breathed from her teasing, her torturous taunts. He could not longer remain idle.

In one swift motion the upperhalf of his body shot up, so that she still straddled him, only he wasn't lying on his back. His hand fell to her behind as he pushed his hips forward, and pushed her against him to finally enter her. When he did, he heavily exaled in the sheer pleasure of being encased by her. He nestled his head in the crook of her neck, his teeth teasing her skin as he allowed a moment for her to adjust to his size and feel. She seemed experienced enough to ensure him that he was not her first. And yet . . . he still wanted that time. But it would hardly last. She was too damn desirable.

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah’s soft chuckle when he asked had she been with a Skaikru was interrupted by a sharp, quick intake of breath as he sat up and pulled her hips down onto him. Her experience was primarily with women, so it took a moment for her to get used to the size of him. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulder and her free hand moved to knot tightly him his hair as she pressed tightly against him; letting out a moan of both pain and pleasure—the feeling catching her off guard. Her breathing was shattered as he teased her shoulder with his teeth but it didn’t take long got her body to catch up. Slowly at first, testing the waters, she moved her hips against him. With the grip on her hair she pulled his head back so that she could kiss and taste the sensitive skin she exposed.

Hungrily, she kissed and nipped at his neck as she pushed herself up onto her knees so that she could rock her hips forward; moving back and forth faster and faster as her grip tightened slightly in his hair. “You don’t waste time,” she breathed through a moan. Her face was twisted with pleasure and even desperation—somehow wanting to be closer when this was as close as they could be. It wasn’t enough. She kissed him hungrily now as her hips rolled wildly against him; lost in the feeling—the heat and the pleasure was overwhelming; euphoric.

As her lips travelled along his neck she –unintentionally- left deep red marks all the way down to his shoulder as her hips moved; frantic for more of him. Faster, deeper—she was hooked on him, desperate to feel him shudder with pleasure and hear him moan. The arousal he’d ignited burned hot—she kissed him as though he were oxygen, though it only fed her fire. Her excitement was clear in her frenzied movements and moans that escaped against his hot skin... It only seemed to grow.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He waited for a sign that she was ready . . . verbal or nonverbal. Most probably nonverbal though. He enjoyed learning about what women liked rather than asking. He liked to be in tune with their body, to be aware of what they liked and how they liked it. He was eager and excited to learn her body as well. The nails that dug into him felt good; the mixture of ever so slight pain -- though it didn't hurt -- along with the pleasure, was an enjoyable mix. One that only added to heat of this moment. He felt her hips start to rock against him, her hand gripping his hair tightly. That was all the indication he needed that she was ready. Which was good. Because he wanted her. Badly. He pushed his hips forward in a long, deep thrust, exhaling at the continued sensation of being inside of her.

His lips went along hers before, a fervent hunger in them easily returned from the way he kissed her back. His tongue battle in her mouth for dominance, wanting to be inside of her wherever, however she would allow him to. Wherever she gave him ease of access. The pace began to pick up a little, as Bellamy's thrusts became stronger, deeper, slightly quicker. One of his hands fell to the bed to keep himself braced, to give him that extra stability to build momentum. It took a few additional moments for her words to process in his mind . . . even more still for him to actually be able to reply. "Time, isn't always a luxury we have." His voice held a deep tone, deeper than usual anyway. But his words also held truth. He needed her; he needed to sate that initial hunger. After that, they could take their time. He would fully explore her. Enjoy every inch of her flawless body.

But right now, he just needed her. Each grunt of pleasure became stronger, deeper, slightly more frantic as they fell into perfect sync. Their bodies joined as if this was natural for them; as if it wasn't their first time but one of numerous instances. The way her mouth teased his body . . . he wanted to return the favor. Slightly hoisting her up, allowing a bit more height to her elongated and alluring torso, aligning himself with her chest. At which point, he mouth latched on to one of her breasts, capturing the perfectly formed curve. He suckled it hungrily, a muffled groan of pleasure emitting from him as his teeth teased and tugged at her sensitive and hardened tip, before his tongue soothed over the area. The action repeated as he continued to engulf her in his mouth. His other hand not rested on the bed, skilled up her back, through her hair to rest in the back of her head as his fingers tangled into her luscious locks.

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Once again Niylah’s face twisted with pleasure as his teeth closed sharply around the hardened bundle of nerves. Her back arched as she let out a small moan... By the gods she could honestly say that she had never been with anyone quite like this. Feeling him on every inch of her skin made her shiver and moan as her hips worked to keep up with his deep and rhythmic thrusts. Her muscles wound tighter and tighter—everything building steadily... Even her toes curled as her fingers tightened in his hair. She leaned back; giving him access to all of her while her hips rolled with his thrusts. She was lost in the feeling... It was a sea of pleasure and intensity and for a long moment she was stuck there; on the edge of ecstasy. She leaned in as her body tensed, curling in to rest her forehead against his shoulder, “sha,” she mumbled damn near incoherently.

Pleasure seemed to cloud everything... her grip on his hair and shoulder tightened, leaving dark marks where her nails dug tightly into his shoulder. Everything tightened, clenching at the brink of pleasure—and though she tried to hold it off; to feel just one more moment on the edge, his smoothing tongue, hands and thrusts triggered cataclysmic response. She struggled to work through it; tightening around him and shuddering against his hot chest—but she finally hit her peak. Despite her focus and efforts, her breathing hitched and she clung to him like an anchor through her climax. Her breathing was sped as the fire turned to hot coals and her skin tingled...

It didn’t take long for her hungry lips to find his neck once again, as breathless as she was. Her own stubbornness kept her upright with her arm around his neck for support. Perhaps it was the moment and the cloud of pleasure that gripped her thoughts but she couldn’t remember a time better than this.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Feeling and hearing her reaction to his movements added a certain zeal to their actions. An added intensity, enjoying drawing this out of her. His whole body was consumed with pleasure all caused by her. The way her nails dug into him, the way her hips rapidly moved to meet each of his thrusts, the sounds that rumbled from her against his skin, her grip in his hair . . . yes. It was all too incredible. Sensational. Making this so much more powerful than he could have ever anticipated. She had laughed off his question of whether she'd been with Skaikru before, but right now, it hardly mattered. She was his first experience with a Grounder, and he was fairly certain that she was incomparable to another. If this was how long it took to ever couple with someone outside his own group . . . then it was damn well worth the wait. As he neared closer, the need to breathe took over. Regrettably, he unlatched his mouth from her breast, missing the taste and feel of it but instead, just focused on breathing against her skin.

His breaths came out quick, heavy, small strained grunts in between to indicate the vigor of his movements, throbbing inside of her heat. He could feel her tighten around him, that familiar sensation of when a woman was close. Because he didn't want to stop until she reached that peak. But with the way their bodies fell so perfectly in sync . . . perhaps, they would reach that point of euphoria together. It would make everything all the more powerful. So with one final particularly storng thrust, one final grunt of intense pleasure, he found his release. Spilling himself inside of her just in the moment he felt her own explosion. He froze for a single moment, the overwhelming ecstasy making everything around him spin. Until he relaxed his shoulders. His breaths now came out in slow, drawn out pants, his eyes closed with his head position just above the path between her twins. The strain of sitting up was too much right now, as he wanted to collapse against the bed. So he did. But he took her with him.

He moved so that his back was against the covering of the bed, his arms wrapped around her so that he pulled her down with him, positioning her comfortably on top of him. He enjoyed holding a woman after such activities. The warmth her body provided. Not wanting the close proximity to end. He did not pull out of her either, wanting to remain inside of her core for as long as she would allow him to. His hand moved over her bare back in a soothing gesture, his eyes closed as his chest heaved from the intensity of his climax. But it didn't last too long. The urge to look at her trumped the need to stop the wonderful spinning around him. Opening his eyes, he looked into her own beautiful ones. His hand not caressing her back, went to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, before he had to just ever so slightly raise his head to meet her lips. The kiss was not one of fervent and intense hunger. It was a slow, deepened kiss, set to the mood of enjoying the aftermath of this euphoric bliss.