I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SETO/AMARA LIME AND LEMON**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thoug eit either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
Feelings communicated through mind link
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 12

Everyone was tired but happy when the van pulled up to the gates of the Kaiba mansion. Mokuba was lying on Joey’s shoulder sleeping. Yami and Yugi were wrapped around each other dozing, and Amara was pressed against Kira’s car seat, her arm around Ryou’s shoulders.

“Kaiba, Seto. Authorization K63R Blue Eyes 3C.” Seto frowned when the gates didn’t open. He repeated the command code and still nothing happened. “Great.” He exited the van and opened the security panel. Everything seemed to be in working order.

Flashing yellow caught his attention, the code light should have been a steady blue, and the metal housing of the panel was dented and gouged. He punched in a different command code and opened the gate by hand.

“Everybody up!” he ordered, returning to the van.

“What’s wrong, big brother?”

“Someone tried to break into the mansion while we were away.” Everyone was instantly awake, ready for the worst.

Seto slowly drove up to the house, Bakura walked along the side of the van, his dagger at the ready. “Everyone stay ” Se” Seto walked to the doors, Bakura watching his back. Security bars had fallen in front of the door as well as all the windows. There was no obvious way inside.

“Security is at level 10 lockdown,” he informed everyone. “The only way in is the tunnel. I’ll take Bakura with me just in case. Yami, you, Joey, and Tristan protect the others until we come back.”

Tristan moved to the driver’s seat, readying the van for a fast departure if necessary. Joey pulled two butterfly knives from his bag and joined Yami outside the van. The spirit of the puzzle slammed the side door closed, the Eye of Horus glowing faintly on his forehead.

After a quarter of an hour, Seto emerged form the house, the white haired spirit behind him. “The security tapes are all blacked out.”

“Shadow magic,” Bakura growled. Yami nodded, having sensed the lingering presence as well.

“I want to sweep the perimeters before anyone goes inside, just in case someone did get in.”

“We’ll help, Seto.” Joey flipped hiife ife closed, sticking it in his back pocket. “It’ll go faster, and we all know the signs of a break in.” Amara stayed in the van with Kira.

A nondescript car came up the drive, stopping behind the van. Amara’s heart was racing until she saw the familiar heads of Tessa and Andrew pop into view.

“Oh my dear, I am so glad you are back,” the motherly housekeeper was near hysterics. “We came back and couldn’t get in and I feared the worst.”

“Miss Amara, where is Master Kaiba?”

Before she could answer, Seto rounded a corner, talking on his cell phone. “I want 15 security guards over here now. And I want a team here in the morning to repair the damages.”

“Instructions, Master Kaiba?” Andrew was ready to resume his duties.

“There is nothing more than cosmetic damage, and a crew will be here early to make repairs. The damage to the gate, I will repair myself. That was what activated the lock down. Security will be here within the hour, staying until repairs are completed.

“Well, with that unpleasantness settled who’s staying the night? I have to get a dinner on,” though still somewhat upset, Tessa wasn’t about to let anything keep her from doing what she loved, mainly mothering the houseful of teens.

“We need to get back to the shop so we can open for Grandpa in the morning.”

“I have work tomw, sw, since school is postponed for another week.”

Joey shouldered his bag as well, “I think I’ll crash at Tristan’s place if it’s okay with you, man.”

“Yeah, my folks are occupied elsewhere, and I’d love the company.” Amara didn’t miss the slight lifting at the corners of the brunet’s mouth.

“Well you can all get cleaned up and eat before leaving,” Tessa’s stern look effectively stopped any arguments. “And I’ll fix a bag up for you to take to your grandfather, Yugi.”

The diminutive duelist and hiunteunterpart simply smiled at the woman. They knew better than to pick a fight with someone who could easily glare down an angry Seto Kaiba and still keep her job.

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Everything was done. The dirty clothes were in the laundry room. Odds and ends put away. Kira was washed and tucked in bed. Friends were fed and off to their various destinations. And most importantly, she didn’t feel like sea salt was encrusted in her hair anymore. Amara was looking foreword to a restful night in her bed. Alone. In that huge, cold bed. By herself.

Damn.

She didn’t want to go to bed quite so much anymore.

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Seto sat at his desk, staring at his bed. The same one he had slept in for the past 5 years. Alone, except for the occasional night when Mokuba would crawl in with him. Usually, he would be overjoyed to slid between the cool sheets, stretch out, and sleep in that bed. It was comfortable, and big, and cold, and... lonely.

Damn.

All of a sudden getting in that bed was the last thing he wanted to do.

He decided to fall back on his old standby, work. He opened his door, planning on going to his office.

Amara was standing in the hall. She had just opened the door to her room and was working up the courage to go inside.

Seeing her standing there, Seto knew exactly what he wanted. Quiet voices in his mind were telling him to go for it. They sounded a lot like Yugi and his bunch. There was another, louder voice telling him she would never want a worthless, murdering, slut like him. That one sounded a lot like Gozuboro. Seto closed his eyes, ‘What do I do?’

“Is everything okay?”

‘Take the chance!’ He opened his eyes, “Stay with me tonight.”

Amara blinked at him, “Excuse me?”

“Stay with me tonight.”

“In your room?” he nodded. Amara looked to her room, looked to Seto’s then up at him. A smile slowly spread across her face, “Okay. I’ll just be a few minutes.”

Amara shut the door behind her, paused a second then practically ripped her sweats off. Naked, she rummaged through her sleepwear; looking for something she felt would be suitable. The rejects she sent flying through the air. She pulled out a royal blue, floor length gown and slipped it on. Standing in front of her mirror she brushed out her hair, checking how the silky lingerie looked on her.

‘Clam down, you are being an idiot,’ she scolded herself. Grabbing the receiver for the baby monitor, she headed out the door to Seto’s room.

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Seto darted back into his room. He scooped up the pile of clothes in the floor and threw them into his closet, followed by a pair of pants, four shoes, and a suit coat. He turned off his cell phone and shut down his laptop. He opened the drapes to every window in the room, smoothed the comforter on the bed, and rearranged the pillows, twice. He caught a glance of himself in a darkened window, and stripped off his clothes, tossing them into the closet as well then pulled on a pair of forest green sleep pants. He went to the bathroom, brushed his hair and looked at his cologne. He shook his head, ‘Too obvious.’

He was standing in the middle of the room wondering what to do next when a soft knock at the door made him start. He opened it, letting Amara enter.

“Do you want me to leave the door open?” he knew she was nervous in dark, closed in places. She shook her head. After closing the door, he thought about locking it, but decided not to.

They looked at each other, both smiling, and thinking the same thought ‘He/She looks so calm, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.’

“Do you mind if I turn on the st?” S?” Seto asked, breaking the silence before it could become uncomfortable.

“Please do,” Amara walked to the bed and turned down the sheets. She clicked on the monitor, setting it on the bedside table, before scooting over to the middle of the bed to admire the view at the entertainment system.

Seto checked the CDs in the player and turned it on. The room was filled with the soft sounds of a classical instrumental piece.

“That’s pretty.”

He joined her on the bed, “I find it relaxing.”

Amara was nervously toying with a corner of the blanket. “Why did you ask me to stay with you tonight?” she asked softly, turning to face him.

Seto glanced out the window then down at his hands, “I got used to having you beside me while at the beach,” he glanced at her through his bangs, “I very much want it to continue.”

“So do I; I just didn’t know how to say it.” They gave one another identical shy smiles.

Seto picked up a remote on his bedside table and turned the lights off then slid down under the blankets, holding them up for Amara. She settled in against his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Do you mind?” she asked.

“No, I was trying to figure out how to get away with it myself,” he smirked. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

Seto tried to enjoy the feel of holding Amara in his arms, but his doubts kept interrupting, as usual. “Will you stay with me?”

“If you still want me to when that spell is done, I’ll stay.”

“Why not decide now?”

Amara rolled to her back, taking Seto’s hand in hers, “Right now you’re stuck with me; you have no choice in the matter. Later on, you may not feel the same, and I don’t want you to feel trapped into something you may come to regret. You’ve had enough of forced choices to last several lifetimes.”

“I could always send you to America, and you could start a new life.”

“You could, but I doubt you would, unless I asked. You’re too honorable a man to just dump me someplace.”

She was beginning to understand him rather well, “What do you want, Amara? Plain and simple.”

She gently touched his face, “I want to stay with you, and Mokuba, and all those crazy friends of yours. It feels like home to me here.”

“Then you stay,” he tightened his hold on her possessively.

Amara lightly brushed her nails up and down Seto’s arm, thinking about living her life with him. “There is still a lot we don’t know about each other.”

There were several things about the red head and her child Seto was curious about and the perfect opportunity had just presented itself to him, “You can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want.”

Amara was surprised by the blue eyed billionaire’s offer, “Really?” He nodded. “Okay.” She thought a second, “How many lovers have you had?”

‘Damn, didn’t expect that.’ “Long term or one night stands?”

That took her by surprise, “Ummm, both.”

“I guess you are aware I have slept with several of Yugi’s group?”

“M’hmm, but who?”

“Yami and Yugi, Joey and Tristan, and Duke.” He caught the slight widening of her eyes, “Does it bother you that I have slept with so many?”

She settled closer to him, “Not if it was consensual.”

“It was,” Seto pushed down the urge to explain why he was sleeping with them, but decided to spare her that unpleasantness for now. “There were also two others from my second year in high school, a guy and a girl.”

“What happened with them?”

“I became bored with the relationships so I intentionally ignored them. Their fathers became embarrassed about the encounters when they finally realized the relationship was over, and both families moved.”

She thought that a bit odd, “So you’re bisexual.”

“Yes, does that bother you?”

“No, but it may make a relationship between us interesting.”

“How so?” Seto leaned up, propping his head on his arm.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a girl. I can’t exactly give you what a guy can.”

“There’s always the others.”

“I don’t want you to give up the things or people you enjoy having in your life. I want to make my own place.” Amara smiled, “I’m sure we can all work out an agreeable arrangement,” her smile turned into a teasing grin. “I think you’re worth it.”

Seto felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was afraid she would demand he stop his relationships with the others or think him a slut for confessing to so many lovers. She had accepted him as he was, but there was still the ones he had been with she didn’t know of. That doubt remained.

“Your turn to ask me.”

Seto knew exactly what he wanted to ask, “Same question.”

Amara closed her eyes and sighed. She sat up, drawing her legs to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them. “I knew you’d ask that. I just hoped it wouldn’t be first.”

Seto didn’t expect this reaction. He figured Kira’s father had been someone she had lusted after and mistaken the emotion for love. “You don’t have to answer.”

She smiled at him sadly, “Yes I do; it’s only fair. You see,” she took a deep breath, “Kira isn’t the result of a love gone wrong or a one night stand or raging hormones. I was raped and chose not to terminate the resulting pregnancy.” She watched Seto closely as she talked. “I was a virgin until that night. I have never had a lover or even a boyfriend. You were my first kiss, make out, dance, even my first affectionate hug.” She stared out into the dark night, “The ironic thing is, I have a baby and I haven’t ever seen another person naked.”

Seto knew she had been raped from her nightmare the first night she stayed in the mansion. But for her to have kept the child! Could he have done it? Would he? To love the child fathered by the man who had stolen her innocence, she was truly remarkable.

Seto knew how it felt to have your innocence stolen and to have the magic of those first experiences stripped away.

Amara felt the bed shift, he was leaving. Tears burned her eyes. He couldn’t understand why she chose to love the child of her rapist. She knew it was too much to ask, but she had hoped. She gasped when his hand covered her eyes, and she heard the click of a lamp being turned on.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Seto murmured.

Amara heard the rustle of fabric right before Seto took her hands, pulling her up to stand beside the bed. “I’m honored to be your first,” he lightly kissed her, “Open your eyes.”

Amara opened her eyes to the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Seto stood before her, naked.

He released her hands, letting his arms fall to his sides. He smiled at her, his brilliant blue eyes inviting.

She took a step towards him, reaching up, stopping mere inches from his face. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

She brushed the hair from Seto’s eyes, continuing down the side of his face. She brought her other up to trace his eyebrows and nose, lightly running her thumb along the curve his lips.

Seto bit back a moan as her hands lightly ran down the sides of his neck, over his shoulders and down his arms. His body was reacting to her gentle touch. He hoped he could restrain himself until she was finished. She took his hand in hers, kissing his palm, and caressing each slender finger.

He seriously doubted he could.

He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him when her hands smoothed over his hardened nipples. He smirked at the expression on her face; she knew damn well what she was doing when she did that.

She traced each ridge of firm muscle on his chest and stomach. His clothing hid the fact that he was so well toned. There were many hidden strengths in this man, physical power being but one.

She circled a thumb around his navel before sliding down to grasp his hips. His erection stood proud and tall between them. Amara didn’t have any experience to compare but in her opinion, Seto was huge. He was long and thick and not the least ashamed of his body’s reaction.

She had done nothing more than touch him!

Seto was a man torn. He desperately wanted Amara to touch him, to stroke her fingers along his length. He also prayed she wouldn’t, because he knew as soon as she did, he was done for. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he felt her fingers on his back, only to have his breath hitch when he realized she was tracing the many scars he had left over from his father’s lessons.

Amara frowned, puzzled by the marks on Seto’s back. The scars were long and looked like none she had ever seen before. The crossing lines reminded her of the actors who had portrayed prisoners in movies. The ones restrained, arms wide, being beaten with a whip.

She kissed the longest one where it intersected his spine just as she grabbed both cheeks of his butt and squeezed. His slight shiver turned into a small jump. She couldn’t help but giggle.

Amara slipped back around and kissed his lips, “Thank you.”

“You’re not finished yet,” he led her over to the bed and lay down, motioning her to sit beside him. He lay back against the pillows, spreading his legs, and resting his hands on his stomach.

Kneeling next to Seto’s knees, Amara ran her fingertips down the long muscles of his upper thigh. She giggled when he flexed them under her hand. She soon discovered he was ticklish behind his knee and on the top of his foot. That could be handy to know later on.

Seto closed his eyes and concentrated on the feather light touch going up the inside of his thigh. It took great effort for him not to whimper when Amara’s hand left his body, and even more not to cry out when she cupped him between his legs.

Amara watched Seto intently as she massaged him. His jaw was tense and his breathing fast. She increased her pressure ever so slightly and nearly missed the small gasp he made. She wrapped her free hand around his shaft, not stroking merely holding.

Seto fought against the need to arch up into Amara’s hand. He groaned when she gently squeezed. He was close and her cool fingerss felt like bands of ice on his heated flesh. Her thumb made slow circles over the head of his erection. When she pressed into the weeping slit at the top, he could hold back no longer.

With a loud throaty groan, his seed splashed his stomach.

Amara watched in awe as Seto slowly came down from the euphoria of his climax. He was panting, his body glistened with sweat, his face flushed; he looked as if he had run a marathon and won. She gently kissed him then rose from the bed.

Seto opened his eyes at the feel of a warm wet cloth gently cleaning him. Amara looked up when he brushed against her thigh.

“That happened from my touching you?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.”

Seto looked as if he were g to to say something more but Kira’s cry over the monitor interrupted him. “I’ll get her,” he stood up on shaky legs.

“You sure? You look... unsteady.”

Slipping on his robe, Seto smiled at her and nodded.

In a few seconds Amara heard his calm voice over the monitor, “Timing’s getting better princess,” there was a soft rustle of fabric, “Now if you could just sleep through the night.”

Amara was sitting on the bed when Seto returned with Kira. She had slipped the strap of her gown from one shoulder, ready to nurse.

“Stand up.” She looked at him confused. Seto smiled, “Stand up.” She did.

Seto eased the remaining strap from her shoulder, letting the fabric fall to a dark puddle at her feet. “Your turn.”

When mother and child were settled, he slipped off his robe and moved in behind them. He wrapped his arms around Amara’s waist, holding her as Kira nursed.

“This is very beautiful,” he murmured. “A mother feeding her child.” He stroked Kira’s cheek with two fingers.

“I’d have thought most guys would either be grossed out by it or turned on,” She laid her head against Seto’s shoulder. “I’m lucky you aren’t like most guys.”

Seto tucked Kira back into her crib once her tummy was full and her bottom dry. “Now you be a good girl and sleep til morning, and I’ll buy you your very own pony if you sleep in a few extra hours.”

Amara grinned at him when he came back in, “Bribery is lost on a seven month old.”

He pulled her into his arms, “Never know until you try.” He lightly kissed her neck from base to ear, “Let me make love to you,” he murmured
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Seto kissed along her jaw, lightly nipping at her lower lip before pressing his lips to hers. Amara moaned into his passion filled kiss, ‘He is so good at this.’ She suddenly felt nervous, and tensed, pulling away.

Seto was confused by her withdrawal from him. His doubts resurfaced twice as strong. ‘She doesn’t want to be with me. Why would she?’ A quiet voice derailed his train of self loathing, ‘You are wrong. You aren’t the only one who has been hurt. She has every right to be afraid.’

“Amara, do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he could barely hear her. “I just...”

He tipped her chin to look at him, “What?”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “Seto, I’ve never done this before.”

“And you’re afraid I’ll hurt you.”

She looked at him as if he had confessed to being a serial killer, “Where the Hell did you get that from? I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He blinked at her, “Then what?”

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed,” her face turned a deep scarlet.

Seto gave her the exact look she had given him, “Where the Hell did you get that from?”

She blinked at him, “Well, I’ve never...and you...so I figured...”

Seto laughed and kissed her nose, “You could never disappoint me.”

“But I don’t know...”

He placed a finger on her lips, “Shhh, I’ll teach you.”

Seto kissed her fiercely, demanding entrance into her mouth, growling possessively. Amara threw her head back, gasping when they broke apart. He bent down to attack her neck, “I want you. Gods, how I want you.”

She kissed his jaw, lightly nipping the skin, “I’m right here and willing to go wherever you want to take me.”

Seto pulled away searching her eyes for some sign of doubt or rejection. He found the same burning desire he felt, and love, pure and honest love for him. He eased her down onto the bed, kissing her again. This time his lips were soft and gentle but his need still came through loud and clear.

Amara circled her arms around his neck. She trailed the silky strands of cinnamon through her fingers, marveling at the softness.

Seto left her mouth, scattering feather light kisses over cheeks and neck. Reaching her shoulder, he licked at the base before nipping. He worried the soft skin between his teeth, sucking until he was certain he left a mark. “Now everyone knows you belong to me.”

Combing her fingers through his hair, Amara trailed down Seto’s neck, to grip his shoulders. ‘That feels so good!’ She turned her head, giving him better access to her neck. She was getting lost in the sensation.

Leaving her neck, Seto dipped down, kissing the hollow between her breasts. His hair lightly brushed over one soft mound as he kissed up the other. He circled his tongue around the dusky colored nipple before taking it into his mouth.

She whimpered at the wet heat surrounding her, moaning as Seto’s tongue flicked across the tip. He began to lightly suck her to hardness. “Umm...Seto, you may want to...” He suddenly jumped away looking shocked. ‘Too late.’

Amara was mortified.

Looking thoughtful, he swallowed then bent down, taking her again into his mouth. “You’re not.” He looked at her through his bangs, nodding slightly. He pulled back smirking and swallowed again, keeping his gaze fixed with hers.

He peppered tiny kisses across her lips, “Do you mind?”

“As long as you don’t chew on me like Kira, no.”

“That’s an idea.” He trailed sloppy kisses over her chest as he massaged both breasts.

Amara figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander; she lightly ran her fingers over Seto’s chest making sure to brush his nipples. He moaned appreciatively, matching her movements on her body with his hand and tongue.

He lightly nipped the side of her breast then licked away the pain. He continued down her side and across her stomach.

Seto’s sensitive fingers felt tiny breaks in her otherwise smooth skin. He trailed his hands over the lines and glanced up, curious. “Stretch marks,” Amara said embarrassed.

“Do they bother you?” he kissed several across her stomach.

“They make me feel ugly. They aren’t very attractive.”

‘I know exactly how she feels.’ “I’m sure they aren’t too bad.”

Seto bent his head to lightly kiss her navel. He dipped his tongue into the shallow hollow then surprised her by sucking gently.

“Gods, you are so good at this,” Amara instinctively eased her body up into the pleasurable feeling.

Smiling, he continued with the delightful torture of Amara’s navel and slipped his hand down along her thigh. He caressed the back of her knee then slowly moved back up. As Seto’s hand moved up, his lips moved down, coming together low on her hip.

He moved back up Amara’s body to lie face to face with her. “You are so beautiful. Let me make love to you, dove.”

“I thought you were.”

“There is more to come,” he kissed her chin then her lips. “May I?”

Seto’s blue eyes were warm and questioning, ‘He’s asking me?’ She pulled him down, kissing him deeply, “Love me.”

He searched her eyes for any sign of fear or hesitation. Finding none, he scattered kisses over her face and neck. He trailed his hand slowly done her side, stopping to gently squeeze and tickle the weak spots he had discovered. He rubbed a fingertip along the soft fold where leg met hip, trailing slowly down to cup the dampened curls of her womanhood.

Amara moaned loudly at the slight weight of Seto’s hand. Heat flared throughout her body. Her breath quickened and she gripped his arms hard. She moaned pressing her hips up.

“You like?”

“Gods, yes. Dragon, love me,” her voice was low and breathy.

Something felt very familiar to Seto, hearing those words. His probing fingers gently parted her folds, causing her body to shudder as he touched her hidden bud. He sucked the base of her neck above her collarbone as he slipped two fingers inside the velvet warmth of her womanhood. He slowly circled the small bud with his moisture laden fingers, varying the pressure slightly every rotation.

Amara’s eyes clamped shut as her body arched. Her stomach muscles tightened. Heat surged up, washing her senses away as her inner muscles spasamed, clutching emptiness.

Seto held her close as her orgasm dissipated. He stroked her back, pressing small kisses to her sweat dampened face. Slowly her breathe calmed and her trembling ended.

As her senses cleared, Amara became aware of Seto’s hard shaft against her hip. He was being so patient and gentle with her and he hadn’t had a chance for his pleasure yet. She kissed him softly while reaching down his body. She lightly brushed her fingertips against his erection and felt a stab of lust at the resulting moan from the brunet.

“Love me, dragon. I want to feel you inside me,” she murmured against his lips.

Using his knee, Seto gently eased her thighs apart, settling in between. He slid his throbbing length between her soft folds, until he was slick with her wetness. He nudged the head of his arousal against her opening. Leaning down, he claimed her lips, snaking his tongue inside her mouth as he buried his manhood inside the velvet fire of her body.

Amara wrapped her arms and legs around Seto as he seated himself. ‘There’s no pain,’ she thought as he began to move.

Her nails dug into his back as his steely rod slid over her sensitive nub. Her hips rose, meeting his slow passionate thrusts. Their bodies moved together in the timeless dance of pleasure that would leave them both exhausted and satisfied.

Seto bent down languidly licking her erect nipples and kissing the soft mounds of her breasts. He felt her pounding heart, heard her panting; her body beckoned him, begging him to take her and claim her as his own.

“Faster,” she panted, thrusting hard into him.

Seto increased his rhythm, “You feel so good,” he groaned.

He felt the familiar tightening in his stomach that signaled his approaching climax. His thrusts lost all tenderness, becoming urgent and needy as he pumped into her again and again.

Amara clung to him, as if trying to bury him within her body. The fire within her burst forth into a raging inferno, running out of control. She threw her head back, pushing her hips up, hard, her lover’s name ripped from her throat in a cry of passion as the waves of ecstasy carried her away.

Seto gripped her waist, thrusting one last time hard and deep as her body clamped down around him. He screamed out in pleasure as he shot his hot essence into her willing body. Exhausted, he fell foreword, catching himself on weak and shaky arms before he crushed her beneath him.

He pulled his wilting member from her body and lowered himself beside her on the damp sheets. Amara laid her head on his chest and he pulled her close. Breathing hard, they held each other through the afterglow of their coupling.

Amara traced her fingers over Seto’s cooling skin, as if memorizing him with her hands. She tilted his face to her and kissed him softly. His lips were warm, soft, and sweet beneath hers.

Seto reached up and ran his hands over her cheek and traced the fullness of her lips. He combed his fingers through her sweat dampened hair, pushing it back from her face. He stroked his thumb under her eye, surprised to find hot, drops trailing down.

‘Gods, don’t let me have hurt her or frightened her.’ “Dove? Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Yes,” it came out a quiet sob. “I would have never thought making love would be so...” the words escaped her.

“Different from what you have experienced before?”

“Yes.”

“I know what you mean,” he kissed her forehead, stroking her side. “It was so much better than I could ever imagine.” Amara began to shiver and Seto reached down, pulling the blankets over their cooling bodies.

Amara nestled into the warmth of Seto’s body. “Dragon? Was I ... okay for you?” she whispered, a light red staining her face.

He tightened his arms around her, “You were wonderful, dove.”

Exhaustion settled over Amara and she found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes open, “Seto, dragon? I love you.” Sleep claimed her.

Seto laid his cheek against Amara’s temple, listening to her slow steady breathing, “I love you too, dove.”

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: Hope you liked it. By the way, how is the rewrite going?