The flickering light from the candles highlighted the planes of his face and chest, giving him a ethereal look. His eyes, darkening in color, did not faze me as they used to. Anger did not reside in them for it was an overwhelming sense of passion that had caused the blackening to occur. His movements were slow yet precise as he moved forward and placed his hands on my cheeks.

"Are you sure?" He asked, just a hint of green lingering behind. Bringing my hands up to hold his wrists, the bond flowed strongly through us, the air thickening.

"Yes, I'm sure." At my approval, one hand traveled to the back of my neck whilst the other moved to hold my waist. He pulled my head towards him while titling it up, connecting our lips in a searing his. His hand tightened around my waist, the heat emitting from his hand went straight through my thin shirt. As the kiss grew quicker and more passionate, my hand wound in his hair, needing something to keep me grounded.

Tentatively, he slipped the hand that was holding onto my waist underneath the shirt, trailing across my bare abdomen. Slowly, the tips of his fingers gently traced across the newly accessible skin, testing the waters. At his actions, I tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to me. His other hand then slipped into the unbuttoned shirt as well, tracing invisible patterns on the other side. They both rose higher and higher, skimming lightly across my erect nipples and chest until the rested on the collar. Pushing back the fabric, it rolled over my shoulders until he pushed it down my arms, the fabric now laying on the floor behind me.

He then pulled back from my lips, panting slightly. Keeping his eyes on mine, his hands gripped my waist, picking me up and lying me onto the bed. Lifting me, he pulled me up so that my head was resting on the plush pillows, his body hovering over me.

Pulling him down, his chest pressed deliciously to mine as our lips reconnected. I let out a breathy moan as he shifted, his chest rubbing against my nipples, sending a wave of heat to my core. I was almost embarrassed of my arousal smelled when he let an appreciative growl when he smelled it. His own powerful, musty scent could be distinguished, the testosterone practically leaking from his pores. His own arousal could be felt swelling on my upper thigh, making my core burn even more.

Pulling away from my lips, how own trailed down my neck, paying extra attention to my mark, driving me crazy. Placing searing, open-mouthed kisses on my collar bone, he took one of my perked nipple into my mouth, making me gasp at the sudden pleasure. His other hand trailed upwards, rolling my other nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making me whimper. I gave out a breathy moan when he switched, giving the same amount of attention to each one.

As the heat intensified, my juices pooled out of my core, my arousal sending a strong, sweet scent into the air. A needy ache began to build, making me rub my legs together, trying to form some sort of friction. Noticing my doings, he held my upper thighs to cease them, making whimper.

"Shhh. I've got you." He whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. Gently prying my legs apart, he placed one of his legs between mine, his thigh now resting against me. Starting a steady movement, his leg now formed a friction that I so desperate wanted, making me gasp, his lips tracing on any sling that he would reach. The constant contact sending constant, pleasurable tingles across my skin and straight my my core. The heat was becoming too intense, my juices now soaking my underwear.

"Orion." I moaned out, gripping him closer. I wanted more. I needed more.

"I know, Sweetheart." He said, pausing, making me whimper as his movements stopped.

"I want to make sure that this is what you truly want. We can stop now, I won't be upset, but I don't think I can stop if we continue." He was taunt and tense, his jaw clenching and his muscles quivering as he held himself back. He wanted this as much as I did.

"I want you, Orion. Nothing is going to change that." I said, still panting and out of breath. He smiled at my words, the silver moonlight radiating off of him. It was the Moon Goddess gracing us with her presence and absolute approval, letting us know that this was meant to be happening.

Pulling him back down to me, I gently bit kid neck, placing a kiss over it soon after. He growled, hooking his thumbs into my underwear. Pausing for a second, he waited for my permission, giving me one last time to back out. When I placed another wet, open-mouthed kiss on his neck, he took that as my approval. Lifting my butt of the the bed to help him, he slowly pulled them off, his hands trailing down my thighs and legs as he did so, leaving me bare.

It was then when he finally stopped pleasuring me to finally look at me, all of me. I watched as his eyes left mine, moving downwards as he gazed over my chest and down my entire body, leaving a trail of heat along with it. He memorized me with his eyes, taking in every detail before familiarizing himself to me with the tips of his fingers.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered in awe, my face red with heat and slight embarrassment.

"Σε αγαπώ." He said, looking back into my eyes. They were a deep, inky black, holding so much emotion that I didn't think was possible. The language was foreign to me but he spoke it as an endearment.

Taking his finger, he started at the base of my neck, the tip of his finger moving downwards, in between my breasts and down my abdomen, leaving me to squirm. It continued to reach lower and lower before it finally made contact with my swollen nub, making my back arch in pleasure. He movements were slow and determined to give me as much pleasure as possible.

When I was a whimpering mess, he trailed further downwards, slowly inserting his finger, making me moan. It was a strange feeling, not uncomfortable, just not accustomed to having things in there. He then added a second finger, a slight but not horrible pain coming with it. Distracting me with a sensual kiss, he a added a third, slowly stroking in and out.

The friction of his fingers against my inner walls had me moaning in utter ecstasy. A sweltering pressure bubble in my lower abdomen as he slowly increase his pace. Taking his thumb, he rubbed it against my nub, causing me to writher with the upmost pleasure. The pressure continued to build and build and my hands clawed at the sheets, grasping onto then tightly. Eventually, the pressure peaked, my legs quivering as I let go.

My chest rose and fell quickly, my back arching upwards and my body was left tingling all over, seeing stars in my eyes. He slowly pulled his fingers out, the digits glistening with my release, making me glow red. I burned brighter when he stuck them in his mouth, licking m remnants off of them, moaning as he tasted me. Extremely embarrassed, I covered both of my eyes with my hands.

His hands grasped my wrist, one still slightly wet, and uncovered my eyes. Eyes shining bright, yet still as dark as ever, he gave a me a gentle smile. Letting go of one hand, he stroked my cheek, brushing my wild hair away from my face.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Love." I gave him a small, shy smile, slowly rubbing up and down on his arms. If even possible, the atmosphere became more serious, heavier, more intense and intimate.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, his breath warn against my ear.

Following the curve of his shoulder, I changed my path of direction. Instead of rubbing back down his arms, I outlined over his chest, the dips and curves of his muscles. Reaching the bottom, I was amazed at the "V" shape of his pelvic muscles, tracing until I reached the elastic band of his boxers. Taking the initiative, I tucked my thumbs into the clothing, tugging it down past his hips. His breathing halted, preparing for what was to come, what I was doing. As I pushed them down, I gained confidence. Sitting up, I nibbled on his ear

"You're not going to hurt me." I whispered, goosebumps appearing on his skin. Using my feet, I pushed his last article of clothing down until it no longer remained on his body.

Hesitantly, I reached down and gently grabbed into him, afraid to do anything wrong. I heard his gasp in a breath, his muscles tensing. His eyes were wide as he looked into mine, but not from fear, it was from utter surprise.

"You don't have to, Malia." He said, holding my cheek.

"I want to." I said back to him.

I gently rubbed him up and down once, hearing his heavy breath outwards. He was warm, hard yet his skin was soft. He just felt right, like I was supposed to this. Finding a steady speed, I gripped him a bit better, hearing him let out a long moan of pleasure. Leaning forward, he began to suck on my neck, making me tilt my head to the side. His stomach muscles rippled and he pulled away with a growl, making me seem like I did something.

"I want to be inside you when I cum." His voice was low and guttural. On his tip, a milky white liquid was dripping out. Swiping my thumb across it, I stuck it in my mouth. He tasted salty and musty. He tasted of a man.

Hearing a loud growl, I was suddenly pinned to the bed. One of his hands held both of mine above my head while the other one was beside my head, used to hold himself up. He was breathing heavily from his nose, the scent of his arousal growing stronger.

"You are a temptress." He groaned, rubbing against my core. His length was being coated in my juices, making him more slick.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." I moaned out as me rubbed against my sensitive numb.

"This is probably going to hurt." He whispered and I nodded my head, letting him know that I understood.

Pressing his tip against me, he slowly pushed forward, stretching me like I had never been before. It was uncomfortable and slightly painful but it wasn't too bad. Pausing a moment, he reclaimed my lips, his tongue slipping in once more to taste me. He was hot and tasted sweet and masculine, of sins and desire. Surging forward, a sharp pain bubbles in my stomach, making me dig my nails into his hand with pain, gasping.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, planting small, sweet kisses in my face and neck. He stayed still, giving my time to adjust to him, letting the wave of pain disappear.

I retracted my nails from his skin was the worst of it passed, now only a dull remnants remained. Holding onto his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Placing a kiss on his collarbone, I could taste the salt from his sweat on my lips, letting him know that I was okay.

The sparks became intense as he began to move, slow, unsure strokes. After a few moments, a pace was formed. It was slow yet sensual, with long, steady strokes. Arching my back, I wrapped around him tighter, releasing a long, breathy moan. His pace slowly built, groaning in my ear as he experienced the the pleasure that I was.

With a hand on the back of my upper thigh, he shifted my hips upwards, changing the angle that he was hitting me. He stroked something new inside me, something that sent shocks through my body, masking me moan loudly. My nailed scraped my back as he took one of nipples into his mouth.

"Orion!" I gasped as he hit that same spot again, my release coming more quickly than the other one.

"It's okay." He panted, sweat dripping from his body. "Just relax and let go. I'll be right there with you." He grunted as he pushed forward again.

That same feeling, that same pressure continued to build and build until I couldn't hold it in anymore. With a cry, I let go, my legs quivering. My walls held him tighter, milking him for his own release. With a final, wall shaking growl, he let go, releasing into me. Long streams were pumped into my, filling me with his warmth.

Collapsing onto of me, he was shaking from the ecstasy he was feeling. He was careful not to crush me but I lot of weight was still resting on my, his hot body over heating me almost instantly. Rolling over onto his back, he pulled on top of him, the both of us panting heavily, his hear beat pounding in my ear.

Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He was still slightly out of breath and his voice was lazy and low yet it still held an immense amount of concern.

"I'm fine, you didn't hurt me. You're perfect. Everything was perfect." Basking in the afterglow, we listened to each other's loud breathing.

A few minutes later, Orion regretfully got out of the bed. Blowing out the candles and opening the windows, we let the natural breeze cool our overheated bodies. Despite the heat coming off each other's bodies, he returned to the bed and he pulled me close, basking in the lingering pleasure and oncoming drowsiness. I let out an appreciative sigh as his fingers ran through my sweaty hair, his short nails scraping my scalp. I watched my own fingers trace across his chest, memorized of how his sweat glistened in the moonlight.

"To tell you how much I love you wouldn't even be enough to express how much you mean to me. Not even the heavens know how much I enamor you, how important you truly are to me. And Goddess you are so fucking beautiful that it hurts"

My heart warmed at his words as he pulled me closer to his chest, placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I was still getting used to curse words coming from his mouth but when he used them, they were used to emphasize his emotions. Rolling over, I leaned over so that we were face to face, chest to chest.

"There aren't any words that portray how much I love you." I muttered against his lips. Laying back down on his chest, we both stared up at the stars, thanking the Moon Goddess immensely for bringing us together.