Magic in Words (Closed)

She was drowning in her own mind and heart this was nothing like anything either side of her knew before... the combined soul finally whole was overwhelming them both with emotion in this moment as she was shaking faintly snuggling in closer to him reaching for a blanket to play it off as feeling chilled.
 
Alex noticed her move. He stopped the kiss.

When Nadya gave him a questioning look, he just smiled.

"There's no rush," he said, cupping her cheek in his hand. "This is more than enough for me." He kissed her forehead, then curled up with her, keeping her safe in his arms.
 
Curling close into his arms snuggling close she just stared into his eyes.

Its... its alright I... This is still so strange and yet seemed so completely natural. I... I don't know what to do right now but I love this so much.
 
Alex smiled. "I'm glad", he said. "I'm glad that you feel comfortable around me. Let's just enjoy it like this, then."

His heart and mind said one thing, but his body was starting to say another. He wanted this woman, desired her. He wanted to feel that closeness that he had with her before. But he knew he had to be patient. He knew that it would be in her own time, not his.

Still, it didn't stop the stirring in his loins or the twisting of his heart, so strong was his ache to be with her.
 
Laying there with him kissing and being close she smiled. Curling closer still to him she really he'd to take his hand and guide it to her waist. Lost in his eyes she just nodded with a soft smile. She wanted them to be close again as she felt they had Bank before in this room and bed so Lon ago.
 
Alexandru smiled, and kissed Nadya passionately.

When she guided his hand to her waist, he was at first surprised, then eager. He pulled her close to him, losing himself in her kiss, her taste, her smell. Everything was so wonderfully Nadya, past and present, the best of both worlds.

He kissed her cheek, her eyes, and guided his lips to the hollow of her throat. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close, so close, to him.
 
She felt safe yet at the same time a tinge of fear but she dismissed it for now as her own modern fear of anything so intense and serious in her life. Curling into his embrace her eyes closed feeling him kiss along her neck and his arms gently tighten around her waist. Her arms wrapping around him draping over his shoulders and slithering around his waist as they kissed more.
 
Nadya's shirt rose up as Alex's arms spread over her. Her skin felt cool to the touch, but his hands felt on fire from the contact.

His kisses dipped lower, nuzzling her shirt off her shoulder as his kisses trailed along her smooth skin. His hand spread over her back, feeling the delicate ridges of her spine, the lean muscle, and the ever soft skin.

It was like that first time, so long ago.

He raised his hand up a little more, and her shirt came with it, and he could feel an unfamiliar piece of clothing.

He broke the kiss and looked puzzled. "There is...something there, a strap? Something with a clasp? What is this?"
 
Just modern article of clothing.

Her hand moved to his to help and show him ow to unclasp the bra. Wriggling from it and her shirt she laid back down curled into his arms once more with a smile. Guiding his face to hers and pressing another soft kiss to his lips she wanted this but something was scaring her or at least trying to but it was not so much that she could not continue to ignore it for now. This moment with him was more than whatever this tinge of fear was.
 
Modern clothing? Alex thought. Seems more like a trap for wandering hands.

His thoughts were rightfully brought back when both bra and shirt were removed. His eyes feasted on the sight of her feminine body. He cupped her breasts in his strong hands, marveling at the feel.

Hundreds of years difference, he thought dreamily. And they still feel so perfect in my hands.

He looked deep into her eyes. "I love you, my Nadya," he said in Romanian.
 
She smiled feeling his hands on her there was the faintest of tensing in her mind but she worked hard to block it form her mind.

And I love you

She whispered in Romanian back to him.
 
Something wasn't right. It pierced through his love haze like an arrow.

Nadya seemed...hestitant? Scared, maybe?

"Are you ok, Nadya?" Alex asked, concern in his voice. "Because if you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
 
I... I want us to I want that closeness that I know I knew before with you.

She shook her head trying to clear her mind of whatever this fear was. She suspected that she knew what was wrong but something from centuries ago was not going to ruin this reunion of of body and soul no matter what.
 
Alex smiled. "Ok," he said.

He lowered his lips down to her breasts, kissing in a slow and steady spiral around until he reached her hard nipple. Gently, he took it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
 
Arching at the increased affection. Eyes closing hands moving to swirl through his hair as she bit her lip and gasped. Her body snuggling closer still to her lover and his affections. Everything falling away from her mind leaving just the two of them in this moment.
 
He continued to please her, a hand reaching up to grab her other breast. His other hand contented itself with sneaking under the hem of her dress and caressing her leg.

It started slowly. A soft caress punctuated by a few firm grips. His hand continued to climb, higher, and higher, and higher.

He paid attention to her responses, making sure to stop at the slightest sign of trouble.
 
Her mind was a mix of passion pleasure and fear all fighting for control. She gasped her legs twining with his her arms slithering around him fingertips caressing and slithering up and down his back. Kissing him softly as she closed her eyes feeling lost in this moment. Her body arched as she sank deeper into the pleasure of it all
 
His hands found her. Finishing it's climb up her smooth, shapely leg, he found what he sought. He touched her, gently, pressing, teasing. He had found another piece of "modern clothing", but wasn't as concerned this time around. He simply moved it out of the way to get what he wanted.

He was hard, desperate for her touch. Her hands grabbed at him, twined through his hair, but one place ached for her touch.

Well, maybe this will make the point, he thought.

His fingers squeezed their way inside of her, feeling her warmth, her heat, her desire. He pulled her in for a kiss.
 
She tensed more as her mind fought whatever was going on and she tried to continue her hands moving to his pants trying to manipulate the older style to move out of her way. She seemed to almost whimper biting her lip as she wanted more but was scared of anything more.
 
Alex helped her open the less "modern" clothing, releasing him to her sight.

He kissed her sweetly, tenderly, as her first hesitant touches reached him. He removed the "modern clothing" from her, leaving her only in her skirt. Kisses trailed from her lips, to her neck, her pert breasts, and continued to travel down.
 
She whimpered her mind racing fear hunger passion it was all racing through her mind as she used arms and legs to pull him closer still to her. Yes... she whispered as they lay there tangled together. So any feelings and desire and emotions she could barely tell what she should feel or think.
 
Nadya pulled him on top of her, his fingers continuing their teasing torture.

He stopped just long enough to shrug off his shirt, revealing a muscled form from his years training under his father's tutelage. He leaned back down to kiss her, her breasts pressing delightedly into his firm chest.
 
She tried to wriggle from her skirt but gave up not wanting to take any time away from his touch or her hands an him. Pressing into the kiss for some strange reason she felt safer with the skirt between them. Her hunger and fear both growing in turn.
 
Alex was now lost in the throes of passion, unable to discern anything but this beautiful woman, his beautiful Nadya, beneath him.

He continued to lavish her body with kisses and touches. But his own needs were growing more insistent.

He hiked up her skirt, lifting it above her waist, and lowered himself down, positioning his hard shaft against her warm opening.

He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked.
 
Past and present memories began to blend into one. Her eyes snapped tight shut as she began to struggle shaking her head no as if suddenly in sheer terror. Pleading in Romanian for him not to do this... It was not Alex there in her mind but his brother in his fathers office. Tears poured down her eyes her sobbing and pleading shaking her chest as she laid there.
 
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