Re: Warcraft, Kael'Thas Sunstrider/Jaina Proudmoore, advanced learning (pt 3)
Enough of the gentlemanly lover remained to at least carry her to the bed, but she got no warnings, no time to adjust after her back hit the sheets, before he was inside her. He at least maintained enough presence of mind to go at least somewhat slowly, particularly when she made a sharp sound of discomfort, but not enough to stop, not enough to take his time as he should have. And he knew what that resistance, that pain meant and he shouldn't be... shouldn't be...
She rolled her hips almost harshly against him and the thought shattered, splintered, "Hey," her voice was breathless, but sharp, "If you're going to feel bad about this, at least wait until I'm not here." He swallowed once, nodded, and decided he'd talk to his conscience in the morning.
It helped that she was writhing underneath him, meeting every thrust with her own hips. Wild, he thought, young, but wild. Dalaran won't contain her. Perhaps even Azeroth cannot contain her. And that was really the last coherent thought for the evening.
Later, he would remember her kiss as she left, gentle and soft and grateful. He would remember the line of bruises on her neck that she did nothing to cover up, or heal. He would remember the blood on the sheets, crimson on gold, and the regret and the telling himself it would never happen again, that he was an idiot and a horrible person.
But mostly he would remember the smell of an entire garden of flowers growing in the little plot of land when she left, and how soft her skin was three days later when she showed up again, barely waiting for the door to close before she had her mouth on his flesh, slender legs wrapped around his hips.