Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view

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WARNING: Mature content

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~ London ~

Sleep descended upon me as I was thinking about Sanya, as usually.

I didn't expect that I would wake up with a female latching onto me like I'm her lifeline.

How did she get here? Was this one of Sergio's sick pranks? I knew that he was trying to get me to meet some women, but this was crossing the line!

I wanted to push her away, but then the scent of jasmine with a hint of Japanese wisteria filled my nostrils and I blinked while trying to confirm that was Sanya, but it was too dark.

Why was my room so dark? Is that a storm outside? I needed a few seconds to focus on my sight in order to see more than outlines.

Since when is Sanya this brave? She was always shy, but maybe she got a bit of courage over the years.

Her shoulders shook slightly, and her head snapped up.

For a moment, my heart stopped beating as I identified her features in the darkness. Sanya.

So close. Beautiful.

If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

The sight in front of me would be perfect, if not for tears that streamed down her adorable cheeks. Whoever made her cry will be sorry when I get my hands on him. Or her.

I wiped off the wetness with my thumbs before asking, "A rough day?"

Her eyes widened for a moment before her lips stretched into a smile and she lowered her head on my chest.

"It's all fine now.", she said softly.

The sweetness that filled me up was inexplicable. I was at peace, yet my body reacted at her proximity. Behave, I told myself.

"I am glad…"

I wrapped my arms around her, wishing to stay like that forever.

I breathed Sanya in as her warmth seeped into my body, filling in all the gaps that got created by her absence and making me whole again.

Sanya shifted a bit and her thigh landed on my crotch, increasing my arousal.

No matter how much my body screamed to merge with Sanya's, I didn't want to ruin this. After many years of waiting and looking from afar, she was finally in my arms and the last thing I wanted was for Sanya to think of me as a lecher.

"Duke, I miss you…", she said softly.

My heart ached at the sadness in her voice.

"I miss you too, Sanya."

"Seraphina."

I didn't get it. "What?"

"I changed my name to Seraphina."

My thoughts raced. Why did she change her name? Is it because she knows that she was set up in Venice and that she is in danger?

Damnit! I was supposed to keep her safe, yet I let her go on that damned vacation and she fell into a trap that forced her to stay behind and change her name. The guilt for not protecting her was eating me alive.

The next thing I knew, she was moving higher. What was she up to?

She said how this was a dream and I thought about it. It sounded logical, in a way. I was on my own, how else would Sanya (aka Seraphina) end up in my bed?

Her permission to do whatever I want, hit me like a sledgehammer.

I swallowed a mouthful of air. "Whatever I want?"

She leaned onto me completely and fisted my t-shirt at my back, and whispered, "As long as you don't push me away, you can do whatever you want…"

I wanted to savor the moment while holding her in my embrace. I really did. But then… this was a dream, and the woman my soul is crying for was in my arms, telling me that I can do whatever I want… and I did.

I saw her lips opening for me, silently asking to be kissed and I decided to make her wait for it. My goal was to hear her ask me to claim her lips and the rest of her body.

I got on top of her and started kissing her jaw, and then neck, and my mind exploded. God! She smells amazing!

The jasmine and Japanese wisteria mixed with a sweet scent of her arousal and all breaks were off.

She was round and soft in all the right places and without hesitation, my hands made their way under her top. I marveled her impossibly luxurious skin, starting from her slender waist and moving higher.

Her uneven breathing told me to keep going and I craved to taste those hard buds that pressed against my chest through the thin fabric of our clothes. Sanya in my bed was my wildest fantasy coming true, and now that she was part of my dream, there was no need to hold back.

Her taut nipples fit into my mouth perfectly and I could suck on them all day long and not get bored of it. Her taste was intoxicating.

I got between her legs and my shaft jolted painfully when her heat spread through the fabric that separated us.

"Shit…", Sanya cursed, and I thought that she doesn't approve, but then she shoved her hands under my t-shirt and grabbed my back firmly, holding me in place.

My urges screamed to jab myself deep inside her and let her milk me all the way, but her sweet sounds told me she was enjoying, and I chanted internally to be patient. Even in a dream, I don't need to act like a sexually deprived savage.

She called my name with a seductive moan and bit her lip in embarrassment.

Don't keep it in, baby. Every time you say my name, my heart leaps in joy. And when you moan it, something else jolts and wants to get inside you.

"Let it out…", I demanded. I really wanted to hear Sanya cry my name from the top of her lungs. All night long.

She bit my neck, and I hissed in objection, but I didn't want to move away. Actually, I didn't mind the bite. Sanya can do with me whatever she wants. Even in my dreams.

Her teeth on my skin felt good, like they belong there. Everything about Sanya was just right, including how she fit into my arms, and how she responded to my touch. Mindblowing. 

Her breathing became ragged, and I couldn't believe that she will come just like that, but then… I was aroused beyond belief as well. Sanya does that to me.

"AHHHH!", she screamed and a second later I opened my eyes.

I was in my bed. My room. Alone. Rock hard with the scent of jasmine and Japanese wisteria surrounding me.

"Shit!", I cursed under my breath.

I'm missing her so much that my dreams are reflecting my madness.

My mind was a mess, preventing me from going back to sleep, and the painful erection told me that my balls will ache tomorrow if I don't do something about it.

I reached with my right hand inside my boxer shorts, grabbed my shaft, and started pumping as the images from my dream flashed in my mind.

"Seraphina…", I breathed the strange name that somehow felt right. "Sanya…"

…

I pressed my eyes tightly together at the sudden light that intruded into my room.

"Rise and shine, young master.", Sergio said with a singing voice while opening the curtains completely and letting the sun inside my bedroom.

"Why are you here?", I grumbled while refusing to open my eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"You said to let you know as soon as there is some news. You are lucky I didn't come at 5 AM...", Sergio said and paused.

He lifted his head and inhaled a few times in short bursts.

Sergio looked at me and grinned. "Ah, you rejected my offer for a fun in the club, saying that you will work. I see you worked on a woman. Do I know her?"

I frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Sergio narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you telling me that you didn't have a woman here?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself into a seated position. "No matter what I say, it seems that you have a theory. But your story will not stick with only invisible evidence."

Sergio snorted. "Invisible evidence? Did you start using women's perfume? Because this place smells like a fe-ma-le. And…", he pointed on my left, "unless you can bite your own neck, someone did it for you."

His words hit me like a thunderbolt.

Sergio said something about how he can smell a woman's arousal from a mile away, but I was unable to focus on his words.

I reached for my neck while remembering that Sanya bit me in my dream last night. I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

My eyes widened at the oval-shaped pink mark on my neck. A bite. Impossible. That was a dream, right?

My wounds heal quickly and the fact that there are traces on my skin means that the bite was quite ferocious.

I smiled while remembering Sanya's lustful sounds and I felt the pressure in my groin increasing.

In the next moment, guilt washed over me. If that was really Sanya and not a dream, didn't I almost violate her? What happened with cherishing and going slow?

"So?", Sergio drawled while leaning lazily on the doorframe of my bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest. "Will you spill the beans? Who is the girl that made you break your vow of celibacy? Is it Katy from the second floor? Or Suzy from the fourth one? Or did you get that redhead cutie from across the street? She is eagerly waving whenever she sees you, technically eye-fucking you…"

I wanted to remember the details from my dream (or maybe it was not a dream), but Sergio was too noisy and I couldn't focus. 

"Shut up!", I exclaimed grumpily.

What vow of celibacy? A guy like Sergio who needs to get his hands on every attractive woman will never understand how when you find THE one, all others turn into nobodies.

"Why are you here? You mentioned some news."

Sergio's playful expression turned serious. "You might want to have your coffee first for this one…"

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