I throw my head back and tear his pants down in haste. I push him down onto the wingback chair in the corner and straddle him, my legs in a squatting position. He holds my body up as he positions his cock underneath me and slides deeply home.
We both sigh, the intensity almost too much. Both of us knowing that we have made love in this very position hundreds of times, over hundreds of years… yet somehow, it still feels as if it’s the first time. He grips the back of my shoulders as he pulls me down deep onto him, my knees around his chest. His dark eyes hold mine as he circles his hips.
“You need to fuck me,” he breathes into my mouth.
My eyes close. Yes, I do. I lift myself and slowly slide back down onto his thick shaft. It hits the very end of me and feels so damn good. He lifts me and slams me back down.
“Does that feel good, my love?” he breathes into my mouth.
I nod, unable to speak.
He starts to move me up and down on his cock aggressively and I lose all coherent thought as my breasts take on their own agenda and start to bounce violently.
He’s so big and so deep and I get a vision of Alchron underneath me. Oh God, Alchron.
The warrior soldier.
My warrior soldier.
The thought drives me near mad. I feel like the princess in my beautiful surroundings and this is my man, one of my many men. This beautiful cock that has pleasured me for so many lives is nearly too much to comprehend.
Alastar’s dark eyes watch me from below and I know he, too, is seeing his beloved princess above him.
This is mind fuckery at its best.
Same person, different bodies, same desire, and the same deep, intense love.
“Fuck me, Alchron,” I whisper. “I love you, my darling.”
Alastar’s mouth drops open and he starts to really throw me down onto his waiting, hard cock. I can hardly open my eyes as I get a flash of the men before him.
“Aye. There she is,” he whispers in wonder.
I smile down at him.
“My princess is here.”
I kiss him and screw my face up as the intense emotion fills me. This beautiful man has loved me in all of my forms. He still loves me.
He grabs my shoulders from behind for leverage and starts to really slam me down onto his body, and I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm rips through my senses.
Alastar throws his head back. “Emmaline,” he cries as his cock jerks deep within my body.
We stay still, gasping for breath as the tears escape my eyes. He kisses me and cups my face tenderly, and I know he is thinking of his princess and how he never got to hold her one last time.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he whispers.
I smile through tears and nod. “I do,” I whisper as my lips find his. “I really do.”
* * *
I walk along the pathway of the beautiful grounds with Alastar’s mother’s arm linked with mine. Thomas and Alastar are about twenty meters behind us, deep in conversation. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping above us in the trees. This really is the most beautiful place. Connie and Thomas arrived two hours ago and we have just had afternoon tea in the garden. I have so much I want to ask her, but I don’t know how to broach the subject without sounding childish.
“So…” I hesitate. “You know me.” I pause. “From before, I mean?”
Her knowing eyes hold mine and she smiles broadly. “Aye, dear. Please feel free to ask me anything. I know this is a frightening thing to try and understand.”
I nod. “I feel guilty.”
She frowns. “How so?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t want this to come out wrong. “It frightens me. This whole thing frightens me. What if…?” I hesitate.
She smiles kindly. “What if what, dear?”
“What if I don’t live up to his expectations? What if I am not as he remembers?”
She stops and holds my hands in hers as she shakes her head. “Emmaline, beautiful Emmaline. He has loved you forever. He will always love you for the rest of forever. Please don’t be afraid.”
I smile, grateful that I have her to talk to about this. We continue walking and my eyes flick to her. “You don’t remember your husband?”
She smiles sadly. “No, although the way I feel about him tells me we have been in love before.”
I smile.
“I can never imagine being married to anyone else.” She smiles wistfully as she looks over the gardens in front of us.
I frown. What must it be like to go through this?
“Why do you think Alastar remembers everything?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Don’t know. It is just how it has always been.”
“Hmm.” I think for a moment. “Did you know me when this was my house?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, dear, I did not have the privilege of meeting you in that life.”
I smile gratefully. Thank heavens Alastar has had her to help him navigate his way through all of this. I look over and notice another entrance into the castle. “What is up there?” I ask.
She frowns. “I think it’s the library.”
I smile. Oh, a library. I love libraries. I need to see this. “I may just have a quick look.”