Okay guys this is it the final two chapters. I do have to warn you that they are offly long. So pace yourselves. Also note that the first song's Van Morrison's "I'll be Your Lover too" and the second one is Josh Grobin's "Remember" So I just want to thank you guys all so much for everything. I loved the feedback. I always do. It's mostly what has kept me writing. But this too must come to an end. This is actually going to be my last story. And I'll skip through all the personal crap but I think my time is due in retiring. It's has been a blast while it's lasted and I'll probably be somewhere around here floating around on the board, but at least for a while I'm gonna take a little breather 
Again thankyou so much for all you support. I dearly hope you enjoy the ending, and if ANY of you feel like a chat, don't hesitate to pm me 
Well here we go...
Chapter 27 –
I’ll be you’re king, You’ll be my queen
“Ouch!” he cursed vulgarly, “Be careful with me
angel, I ain’t made of metal.”
“Ugh, you’re such a baby,” Eli complained on her couch as she tried to clear up the wound currently on his forehead.
“I just can’t get to the damn wound,” she sighed in exasperation.
“Woman you’re
making the wounds!” he argued as she leaned over closer.
“Oh shut up, and don’t call me woman! I hate it when you call me that!”
“I could think of worser…” he started to spry a smile.
“Shut. Up!”
Zan smirked cockily. It was only a day after all of the shit that had gone down, and they had already made their way back to their old hot headed steaming, fighting selves again. And he suspected that she had no idea what her hot-tempered comments and exasperated cries were really doing to him on the inside.
Hell, Eli only had to lean towards him for him to smell her sugary strawberry scent. Zan always found the smell of her hair ironic because it couldn’t have matched better with the red-tented strands falling on her shoulders. He shook his head. Red was the perfect color for her period. It matched everything about her that he loved… especially that fiery little temper that somehow always seemed to come out when he was around. It made him want to groan every time.
“Just,” Eli huffed, “Wait,” she shifted uncomfortably. Biting her lip, Eli leveled her weight next to him and soon climbed over his thigh with one leg.
Dear G*d! She was straddling his lap!
“I can get to the wound better this way,” she mumbled to herself as she wiggled on top of him to get more comfy. Mean while Zan’s head fell against the wall helplessly, and unnoticedly to Eli, as he lazily watched her soft movements. ‘
After all these years’ he thought ‘
and she still doesn’t know what she does to me.’
He breathed her in as she leaned into him quietly. His eyes slowly fluttered closed as he swallowed roughly. Just to smell the warmth of her skin was enough to soothe his soul. G*d, if only he could describe fully of how she smelled. It was like being over come with a heated wave of comfort and serenity that seemed to flow through the air and come crashing down inside his soul, planting a feeling that he’d only recently discovered- peace. He’d been here before, but oh G*d how he’d missed it.
Zan guessed that in human shoes he’d describe the smell as strawberries or cherries. It depended he supposed. Not too long ago Zan had finally figured out every detail about her scent. And what he discovered was that whenever she was in a good or calm mood, she’d smell like ripe strawberries, sweet and juicy. But when her fiery temper came to a head or when she became extremely aroused, she’d smell like warm liquid cherries. And let him say that that smell, when her emotions became heightened, was the most erotic thing possible. For fuck sakes, he got hard from just the thought of the musky perfume.
Strange as it was, Zan’s energy was literally gone out of his aching muscles. They were so bruised and swore that he could barely move, and yet he somehow he was able to build up enough restraint to stay still as Eli touched him so intimately and surrounded his senses so temptingly.
He had to even shift his jeans when he caught sight of her tongue peaking out of her mouth in high concentration. Zan swore to himself impatiently and turned his gaze to the floor. He knew he was probably physically unable to have her, but it didn’t stop him from thinking about it.
“There!” she said triumphantly, “That wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked looking down to him finally with a smile.
Eli’s smile faltered however as soon as she realized why he’d become so quiet. Her lips ran dry and a sudden gasp of air escaped her lips when she saw his piercing eyes watching hers with restraint maybe even torture, and more importantly she felt a bold hardness pressing against her thigh that was as equally blunt about what he wanted as his eyes were.
Swallowing thickly, she found herself drowning in the dark pools of lust burning straight into her. He was too weak; she knew. Just by looking at the way he held himself, his frame, what had always been strong and powerful, was now bruised and wrecked with fatigue. She could give in, and though it was a tempting thought, how selfish it would be to ware him out when he’d just risked his life to save hers.
Taking a sigh and a grip, Eli ducked her head low and tried to get up from his warm lap without it being too uncomfortable for the both of them, but she gasped hotly when she felt his firm hands push her right back into her place, demanding what was already his. “Zan,” she gulped, “You’re too weak.”
“I ain’t
that weak princess…” he whispered rawly into her ear warm breath and hungry lips consuming her creamy skin. He groaned as his hands came in touch with her silky neck. Every part of her felt so warm and hot, comforting. If he could just convince her…
Eli rolled her eyes back helplessly when he began to suck on her pulse hungrily, devouring as much as he was given with his starved lips. Her hips quivered and unconsciously grinded up against his as he swore and gripped her closer to himself.
“Zan, you’re too tired for this,” she warned but gasped so sharply with surprise when his hand caught hers and dragged it down shamelessly to his bold manhood to prove his point. He glared back up to her and dared her to say her previous comment again.
Eli swallowed thickly with a suppressed whimper when he pushed himself into her hand even more bluntly. “Okay… you can do this,” she gulped shakily, “but you can barely heal yourself Zan. You, ah, you need rest.”
“But I wanna play,” he rasped roughly into her neck dragging her head back in his hands in one blunt movement just so he could hear her exhale another breathless moan for him. Slowly his other hand came down on her breast, taking possession of it like he already knew it was his. Molding her flesh with his hand, his thumb grazed and rubbed tantalizingly over her.
“Zan,” she whimpered, “I...”
“I ain’t never too tired to take you angel,” he breathed into her lips hotly, “How could I ever?”
“You… huh,” she swallowed, “need sleep.”
“Fuck sleep,” he growled impatiently something like a wolf in heat as his hand began to slide into her shirt hungrily. The other kept her hand were it laid as he rubbed himself against her small hand in abandonment. She whimpered and helplessly looked into his glazed dark eyes. Oh, it was such a dangerous look, alien even, full of craving and lust so out of this world...
“Zan, please,” she whispered pathetically. Why she begged him, she hadn’t the slightest. He had even less control than she at the moment, and she was sure that control wasn’t Zan’s top priority. Huh, when had it ever?
“Don’t beg me to refuse you El. You’re asking da wrong thing from da wrong man.”
“Zan,” she stated more seriously. His only answer was the sucking of her ear lob and the tight sweaty pull of her hips against his. This time he dug into her jeans and demanded to feel his heat grinding against hers.
A sudden anger drew over Eli and firmness finally came to a head before she took matters into her own hands, shocking the hell out of Zan when he ended up flat on his back staring at Eli from above. She realized soon after that the only way of getting him to behave himself was going to have to be by force. Oh, she could do force.
Pushing him against the bed in one swift movement, Eli had already tackled him down and was soon hovering above him with his arms trapped above his head with hers in a firm hold.
His breath doubled at her fierceness, and just got turned on even more, but soon he realized when she didn’t move that she wasn’t just playing rough. She wasn’t
playing at all.
Still, he smirked wickedly before licking his lips, “Darlin, if you like to be on top, all you had to do was to give the magic word. Not that I’ve got my complaints. I’s like it when you get all freaky.”
“Ugh! You are the most arrogant man…” she swore clutching his wrists.
“You love me for it,” he smiled proudly.
“Alright, you listen to me
Zan da Man, and you listen good. You are not getting
anything until I say you do. And right now…” she said leaning down to brush her nose against his, “I say you get some rest. Got it?”
“What happens if I miss behave princess?” he question putting on kiddy pitiful frown.
“Then you get punished,” she warned.
“Damn baby, you make it sound like I don’t wanna be punished,” he growled suggestively towards her hovering lips and grinded his hips in one smooth movement into the air grazing against her inner thigh raggedly just to make his very obvious point.
“I’m serious Zan,” she told him sternly, as she cautiously moved herself a little farther away from his hips, “I’ll get rough if I have to.”
“Oh, please tell me spank’ns are on the menu,” he whispered silkily as his eyes gazed upon her lips with desire. He laughed roughly when anger flushed her cheeks a light tent of red and pink. And here he was thinking she couldn’t get any sexier.
“What are you gonna do Princess?” he asked looking up her up and down arrogantly even as she had him pinned against the mattress, “You’re up against an alien king here.”
She raised an eyebrow and slowly but sultrily lifted her knee up to a precious body part between his legs. His eyes widened “You wouldn’t dare,” he warned.
Another eyebrow raised and just to prove
her point she pushed into him a little deeper, not hard enough to cause extreme pain, but enough to make sure they were both on the same page.
“A’ight, a’ight,” he gritted, “you’ve made you point. You’ve made you point!” he repeated waiting for her to back away from the family jewels.
“Good boy,” she smiled and gave him a light, quick kiss on the cheek before messing up his hair with her hand and standing up to get some more alcohol.
“Okay where else?” she question about his wounds.
A smirk slowly crept deviously upon Zan face, before he finally gave her his answer, “Ribs and upper thigh.” Eli instantly shut her eyes as her back was turned to him.
Of course! She exclaimed to herself. That was just her luck she scoffed to herself.
She could already picture Zan’s cocky smile right that second behind her, because he
knew that that meant taking off his pants and shirt for her to get to the wound. Yep, she bet he was pretty damn proud of himself right about now.
With a sigh she elicited a, “Take ‘em off.” She waited and didn’t dare turn while she heard the rustling of clothing coming from his direction.
When she finally turned around she immediately regretted it. At that very moment he was in the process of taking off his shirt. Eli moaned inwardly when his muscles flexed as he pulled off the unwanted thin shirt, but when a curse fell from his lips, she looked up to his gaze and found pain and anguish in them.
“Sit down,” she ordered softly while grabbing the cleaning alcohol. He fell down with no objection and cursed when his ribs raged through his skin with a strong burning sensation.
Eli quickly climbed over to the bed, and sat next to him to examine his side. “I think they’re fractured,” she told him quietly as her fingers caressed and studied his bloody olive skin.
When she placed the cotton ball full of alcohol on it and didn’t even hear even a hss from Zan, she looked up to see if he was alright. “What?” she scolded when she saw the look in his eye.
He watched her with an expression that she didn’t know, and as he opened his hesitant lips to say something, he closed them just as easily and roughly said, “Nothing.”
It was strange to Eli- the expression on his face. It was strange that they had been through so much together and yet there were times, moments, when they were complete strangers. Like the look he held in his eye at very second, or the way he watched her calmly after only moments ago trying to get into her pants. She didn’t yet know what these small things meant, and she definitely didn’t know what he was thinking at the moment. Sometimes she really wondered if they knew everything or
nothing about each other.
Clearing her throat, she boldly led her hands to his belt buckle. She figured it was a sure way to break the ice. She retained a straight face when his eyes looked down to her nimble fingers and raised an eyebrow back at her with a small smirk.
“If you’re not going to take off your pants, then I’m just gonna have to do it for you,” she informed him.
“Baby did you hear me complain’n?” he asked back.
Raising a smart-ass smile right back his way, she began to unzip his baggy cloths. She looked down at his pants the whole entire time, and he watched her while she burned a fire just above where he ached. Oh G*d… warm cherries… all around him.
“Lift up.”
“Huh?” he asked, confusion fogging his thoughts. Jesus, did he get high just from the very scent of her now? Cause he felt like he was drowning in it. The warmth… it spread from his nose through his system in one warm, smooth wave of fluid fire.
“You’re hips, lift them up,” she said expectantly.
A growl fell from his lip and instead of doing anything but backing up a few inches, he cleared his throat and warned her rigidly, “El, if you want me to be good, you’re gonna have ta stop askin’ me to remove my cloths. You’re ask’n me to get nakid’ but keep my hands off of yas. You gotta choose one… cause you can’t have em’ both.”
She watched him as he watched her from a safe distance, and finally she realized that Zan was
really serious. He was actually having that much trouble trying to be a gentleman around her. Guilt suddenly struck her. She’d just thought that she was being the regular hot-blooded male that he always was, but he was honestly being
tortured with the thought of not touching her.
Zan sighed heavily as he took her hand gently away from his rigid body and put it on her lap. After a few heated glances, Zan finally decided what the best way of going around this would be, “Look, I’m gonna just take a shower. It’s safer on all sides, don’t cha think?”
Eli swallowed and couldn’t think of anything to say but a, “Sure,” but was curious when he didn’t get up. Finally she gasped when she felt his stiff hand gripped her leg as he drew it away from his warm body that had been intertwined with his own leg. Hesitantly he threw her a stoic glance her way before standing and heading towards the bathroom.
Two minutes in, he came out with a hefty sigh, “Yo angel, you got anything else in this crib besides chick soap? You got all this body soap and marble bath shit, and I like the way you smell doll, but I ain’t ready yet to smell like ‘Cocoanut Breeze’ or ‘Creamy Strawberry Vanilla.’ I mean damn girl… are these soaps or food?”
She laughed and rolled her eyes, “There’s regular soap in the closet.”
He nodded and sighed before swiftly walking back in. He turned with a sudden thought in mind as he asked cockily, “You sure you don’t wanna join me darlin?”
Eli sighed and pushed him back into the steamy bathroom, “Go! And while you at it… wash away that dirty mind of yours!”
“What am I gonna do with you,” she mumbled with a shake of her head as she mozzied onward to the couch. She heard a light chuckle coming from the bathroom but decided to ignore it. If Zan needed to indulge himself with his cocky thoughts, then so be it. She wasn’t going to stop him.
About five minutes later, Eli was flipping through channels and finding nothing good on. She found herself consistently looking back at the bathroom door eliciting steam and watery sounds.
Forcing her attention back to the T.V. she paused her nimble fingers when a Gorillaz music video appeared in animated characters. She scoffed to herself when the alien genre played out on the screen. Tuh, if people only knew…
Sighing deeply she finally clicked off the t.v. and picked up the phone when she heard the obnoxious ring hit the room.
“Hello?”
“Eli! Oh My G*d! You’re alive! I thought you’d gone six feet under or some shit! You nearly scared the crap outa’ me you know that? Where you been? Mars? It better have been cuz that’s the only explanation I got for you not call’n me and tell me you were gonna be M.I. A!”
“De? Is that you?”
“ ‘Is that you’” she mocked, “Are you kid’n me!”
“Of course!” she sighed sarcastically, “what other screaming maniac do I know in New York besides you. Silly me!”
“Cut the shit smart ass, where you been? You know you might as well kiss you’re job at the store goodbye! Rachel is this close to fire’n you’re ass. I had to make up some crack ass story about you have’n to go to a funeral because someone died in ya’s family last week. But even she said it don’t take two weeks to go to a funeral even if it’s in Roswell, New Mexico! Then I said…”
“De! DE! Slow down, I ain’t been gone for two weeks. Have I?”
“Yeah, you have Ms. Thang! Do not tell me you’ve been locked up with you’re love slave this whole entire time!”
“No, Maria. This has got nothin’ to do with Zan. I just had some things to take care of that’s all.” Okay-lie, but what was better ‘actually I’ve been locked away with a massive psycho killer who killed me, Zan, and his entire family on another planet in another lifetime. Oh! But it’s okay! I’m back to arguing with my alien king boyfriend about soaps and spankings. Just like the old days huh?’
No? Not the way to go?
“Uh, yeah, I’ll bet,” she huffed, “whatever you say chica. You know I’m never against getting a little somethin’ somethin’, but you might wanna take a break before he wears ya out too much! And by the looks of him, I’d say he could do it pretty easily if ya know what I mean.” Eli rolled her eyes as she twisted her hair with her index finger every now and again getting side tracked by the sound of the shower behind her.
“De! Don’t go there please! He’s not even here anyway,” she mumbled another lie. Damn! She was really getting good at this.
“Who you talk’n to?”
Eli’s breath caught in her throat, as she turned to a very wet and handsome Zan. She swallowed glancing downward to the towel wrapped around Zan’s lean hips.
“So who was that Eli? The maid?” De asked with crack. She could practically see De’s smirk on the other side of the line.
“Listen I gotta go,” swallowed, “I’ll ya later.”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“Be careful!”
“What?”
“I said be careful… tonight if ya go’n out. I heard about this freak with a mohoke and pink haired chick who beat the shit out of Franky… you know the dude from down the street… and he got sent to the hospital just because they wanted his ride.” Eli swallowed and down casted her eyes while carefully listening, unconsciously tucking her hair behind her ear.
“They’re probably outa town by now cause’ of the cops…Anyways, just be careful alright Eli?”
“Yeah sure,” she agreed casually.
“You know the city nights and it’s strangers- you never know who your gonna run into.”
“Tuh, tell me about,” she mumbled.
“Huh?”
“Nothin. Gotta go. Bye De,” and with that she hung up with a big sigh. Finally pulling out of deep thought, Eli glanced over across from her to find two piercing eyes watching her carefully.
“That ah… was just De… she was worried was all,” she swallowed and forced a smile on, “SO…,” she cleared her throat, “long shower.”
“Miss me that badly huh?” he curved his lips.
“You’re such an ass!”
He laughed and went back to dressing.
“You gotta do that in here?” Eli asked glaring at him.
“You’re bathroom is the size of an elevator. Sides’ it ain’t nothin’ you haven’t seen before princess. Why? You worried that you might not be able to contain yourself see’n me all naked?”
“Oh, bite me Zan!”
He laughed roughly pulling on his jeans, “Love to sweets… Love to.”
“I wouldn’t be talk’n about self control if I were you Zan. You’re the one to talk.”
He stopped tying his shoes at her bold statement and turned to her, “Don’t worry baby. I can hold my own.”
“Oh, can you?”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Is that a bet?”
“What exactly did you have in mind angel?” he questioned raking his eyes over her body.
“Oh, I don’t know… Maybe… the still game perhaps… you remember that one don’t cha Zan? We played before on that very bed.”
“What I
remember is you losing princess,” he smiled arrogantly crossing his arms.
“Time for round two,” she countered.
“You sure you wanna go up against da man sweets?”
“As long as you think you can take the heat,” she said following him towards the bed that he was already sitting on.
“Tuh, go ahead then angel,” he dared roughly with a rouged smile and smoldering eyes, “Rough me up.”
She smirked sultrily and strut her way to his greedy gaze before digging into her pants and straddling his lap slowly. She was going have fun with this. She was going to tease him even more than he had last time when she was in his position. “Remember the rules Zanny boy… No touching,” she breathed hotly into his ear as her fingertips grazed against this bare flesh.
“Personally, I don’t think you’ll make it to five minutes,” she told him finding a firm and bold spot to sit, cruelly pushing herself against his heat. She rubbed herself teasingly against him with a few small circular up and down movements.
Zan growled his next words, “You can tempt me all day baby if it suites your fancy, but I ain’t gonna crack.”
“I might just take you up on that…” she whispered letting her fingers drift all the way down to his carved stomach, feeling the muscles tense as she grazed against him and seeing his breathing increase raggedly the farther she went down, “I kind of like having all the control.”
“Enjoy it while you can baby,” he reminded, “Cuz, after I win. You’re at my mercy.”
“Mmm,” she breathed into his lips grinding herself into him, “I
will enjoy myself.”
A breathly sound fell from his tender lips so low that if anyone else were in the room, only she would have been the one to hear it. She smirked placing a thumb over his beautiful mouth, “But you know what they say Zan… kings and rulers make bad lovers.”
“Is that right princess,” he grunted glaring heatedly into her eyes.
“Uh huh, they concur anything they can get their…” her fingers massaged his aching muscle through his pants, “hands on.”
“Huh,” he growled gripping the sheets in a painful manner, as his eyes closed tightly and refused to look at her.
“You know,” she goaded, “Always thinking about what needs to be… taken care of. Kings always have so many things they want. It’s
hard to satisfy their hunger.”
“Fuck Eli!” he exclaimed groaning into her ear. He really didn’t know what he was getting himself into. How could he keep his hands to himself when she was using dirty talk on him?
His eyes stared at the bruised lip that she was currently abusing and biting as an erotic sound came from her mouth. He finally fell out of his daze when he felt her hand clutched his bare shoulder and her hips grinded into him shakily. He couldn’t believe it when he saw her face lost in ecstasy. Eli threw her head back and made another noise. His hands automatically slid their way down to her pulsing hips and dug into her deeper.
He moaned against her as she continued the slow but placating rhythm. J*s*s, apparently he wasn’t the only who was having trouble playing safe. She was slipping from it, and he knew it.
Leaning down to her ear, a sly but hungry smile spread onto Zan’s lips before he whispered to her huskily, “Uhg… you enjoy’n yourself princess?”
She moaned something that he didn’t understand before his hands had a life of their own. He smirked cockily as she cursed when his thumb grazed against her heat. Hmm, maybe he could win this after all.
“You have’n trouble trying to behave angel? Hmm?” he taunted pulling her closer to him.
“No…” she answered back shakily in her best attempt, “I,” she swallowed, “I’m … I’m just…”
“Enjoy’n yourself… yeah, I know,” he finished her assuredly. Something seemed to snap inside of Eli, maybe she finally caught the arrogance in his voice, but whatever it was, it brought her back quickly.
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes when she moved her body away, maybe three inches, but still it was too far away for his taste.
“I can’t,” he finally whispered in confession to himself. He couldn’t do this any longer. He couldn’t remain unattached any more and most importantly he didn’t want to. He was so tired of playing this game… so tired of having rules that stopped him from touching her, from kissing her. Sure it was some stupid dare game now that they were playing, but it seemed like they had been playing it for ages and lifetimes, and he was so tired of it… he was so tired.
His head dipped towards hers in small revere. A tortured blow of air fell from his heavy lips and grazed tenderly against her cheek. She could feel every tension, every strain within his body underneath her fingertips. She grew curious when he grew quiet and Eli wondered what he was going to say next when she felt his pulse slow down ever so slightly.
“I wish I could breathe every inch of you Amara,” he whispered to her heatedly.
She watched him quietly until he slowly opened his eyes. In all the years that she’d been around him, in all the small moments she’d shared with him, and still he seemed to be constantly in fight with something else inside of himself, some kind of battle that made it seem like he had the world on top of his shoulders. Even now he looked so tortured with just a simple game.
The curves of her lips spread slowly before she lightly punched his arm playfully, “Oh come on Zan, I was just play’n witchus. It’s just a game…” she swallowed as he watched her before she finally got the courage to ask, “What?”
“You really wanna know?” he questioned before Eli nodded her head smally.
“I’m shaking inside Amara…” he confessed, “I want you so badly that it hurts, and I knows I shouldn’t. I
know that I should be a gentleman and keep my distance. But lets face it El. That just wouldn’t be my style. I’m try’n here Eli, but the more I’m around you, the more I wanna take you. Does it excite you to know that Eli? Hmm?” he questioned, “Does it excite you?”
“Zan,” she whispered breathing every breath of warmth from his salty skin.
He shook his head as her hand tried to cup his face. With a sigh he gazed up into her big beautiful eyes. “Dance with me?” he whispered hoarsely into her cheek.
“What?” she questioned pulling away only enough to see his expression.
“Dance with me,” he swallowed.
“Right now?”
“Uh hmm.”
“Are you serious?” she questioned softly.
He sighed deeply before taking her hand in his and bringing her to the middle of the room to sway softly. Eli watched with wonder as the light over head magically turned down low and candlelight began to flicker around them as a beautiful red glow fluttered against their skin.
“It’s amazing…”
“What?” he smiled with a loud swallow as her head tucked under his chin.
“How you can change the lights without a blink of an eye, and yet you won’t even try to heal your own wounds.”
“Well… it does take a lot more energy.”
“Of course,” she nodded assuredly pretending to buy it with a twinkle in her eye that matched the one in his. She laughed softly and placed her head back against the beating of his chest as one of his arms circled around her waist and the other hand falling loosely in hers near their two intertwined bodies.
Eli’s eyes closed renderingly to his strength, as she sighed softly when she heard him hum into her ear gently. Feeling the warmth of his breath against hair and the rhythm of his pulse against her ear, Eli felt everything strong inside of her falter.
G*d, she’d heard the old tune before but she felt too serene to beak the dream by thought. She didn’t want anything to ruin this moment because God knows how many more they had left.
“Hmm hm hm Hhmm… yes I will,” he sung softly. Eli could feel his light smile graze against her cheek as they lazily swayed in the center of the room.
“Derry down green, color of my dream. A dream that's daily coming true… I'll tell you,” he sung quietly in her ear just like a secret between the both of them. Eli closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into his chest with lingering touches of his strong arms that made her feel so impossibly safe.
“And when day is through… I will come to you. And tell you of your many charms.” She listened quietly to words that almost told the story of their lives. She smiled deeply and looked up into his shadowy eyes as his hand ran through her hair gently.
“And you'll look at me… with eyes that see and melt into each other's arms,” he smiled back lazily resting his forehead against hers.
“And so I come to be the one who's always standing… next to you huhhmm,” he hummed as he pulled her even closer to his own warm body. Flesh against her flesh…
“Hhm hm hm hum… hhm hm hum,” he rambled. Eli laughed at his forgetting the words. He shook his head with a sigh.
Eli’s laughter faltered when she met his own eyes though and swallowed licking her lips as his eyes, dark and cloudy, followed her simple action with a groan.
“Zan?” she questioned.
He growled something vulgar before he dragged her lips to his, “Screw it!”
She gasped before she felt the waves of passion from his brutal kiss rush over her… drowned her into oblivion. It was the last thing she remembered before he threw her body up against his and brought them both to the bed with urgency.
Her vision blurred, she watched him as he stood above her on the bed as he crawled over and above her body.
“God help me…” he swallowed, “I’m in love with an addiction.”
And with that, his lips bruised against hers hungrily on the bed in that they laid.
Chapter 28-
And I’ll be You’re lover too…
Zan’s hands framed her innocent face as a soft whimper of a moan fell from her lips. Eli felt her lungs burn for air, but hunger and lust kept her kissing his sweet mouth. She heard a throatily growl come from Zan as he grasped her thigh tightly, bringing it up high on his hip before he grinded himself into her boldly and shamelessly. Another cry came from Eli’s mouth as her hands were found tangled up in the bed’s sheets.
Limbs tangled and warmth spreading between them, their breaths mingled ruthlessly against one another in a heated fight of who would conquer who. Eventually when Eli pushed him back into the mattress climbing on top of him, Zan grew blindingly impatient and pinned her underneath him with her hands clasped in his above her head.
As he looked down on her from above, Zan growled when he saw the glazed and heated look in her eye full of burning fire and want, and the warm rose color that brushed against her cheeks somehow made her swollen lips more obvious. Blood throbbed through his vessel keeping it full of life and ache that was almost too unbearable to live through.
“G*d what have you done to me!” he breathed with bewilderment.
He swallowed roughly and sunk into her warm, comforting body. He sighed deeply when he finally felt her arms come around him and her legs twine around his. Zan held onto her even tighter as he breathed in her scent of blossoming cherries. His nose fell to the crook of her neck before his lips caressed her skin softly.
He cursed vulgarly when she gasped at the small touch before sucking greedily on the creamy flesh. His pelvis uncontrollably jerked when Eli’s hips shakily lifted against his stomach just above his throbbing heat.
Oh G*d, he didn’t know how much longer he could take of this. All he wanted to do was wave away they’re clothing and plunge into her depths without any hesitation or restriction. He could already feel the warmth of being inside her, the serenity of being home once again.
Hr couldn’t help the animalistic hunger for her. It was built in him. Sure the human part of him felt so overwhelmingly protective over her. That part of him wanted to take her slowly, to please her in every way. But the Antarian side… it screamed for him to let go, to take her as his angry sex wanted quickly and passionately.
Conflict crowded his mind, which only increased his veraciousness as his hand clutched her hips in his hand pushing them harder and harder into the place that throbbed painfully.
Eli’s vision grew blurry quickly with violent colors of red and purple before her eyes rolled closed completely helpless to the man on top of her who touched her in places that made her thighs buckle and her hips grind in the air.
An aggravated sound came from Eli’s mouth before she found herself grasping his hand and pushing it into her heat. Zan’s attention looked up to her for a mere moment with surprising arousement before the shock turned quickly into a devilish grin as he grabbed the side of her face and crashed a hungry kiss upon her bruised lips while giving her the special attention she needed. She moaned hoarsely before Zan began to suck on her bottom lip with strong aggression, soon becoming uncontrollably urgent and fierce.
Her breath caught in her throat when his fingertips played soft tantalizing circles between her legs. Eli’s grip clenched harder and her head arched into the mattress helplessly. Zan smiled down on her and continued to torture her; he loved it when he was so in control of her. Maybe it was the king side of him, but he couldn’t help but get turned on even more when her whimpers of lust hit the heavy, sultry air.
Zan’s hands gripped her sweaty hips that was just as wet as the rest of their bodies. His breath grazed against hers in exhale before slowly moved down her body, enrapturing any part of her body he could get his mouth on.
Sculpting her body with his hands they traveled from the blade of her shoulder to the curve of her breast. Still he crawled down further until he found the small tempting flesh of her stomach. Growling roughly his hands gripped her thighs and pulled her downward and closer to him just enough for her shirt ride up right above her shallow breathing chest.
Not even looking back to her, Zan’s attention fell completely on her creamy stomach. His hand traced the thin sculpted line in the middle of her flat service. Eli’s hips automatically arched up into his touch, but whimpered when his steady hands held her still.
Eli closed her eyes tightly and prayed, for once, that Zan’s impatience would come to a head quickly. He was torturing her with his soft touches. Oh G*d… and the heated breaths that hit her flesh with burning sensation… it was too much. It was unbearable.
“Zan… I can’t…” she begged.
A gasp escaped from her lips when a burning kiss fell just above her pelvic bone, his hand laying flat against her stomach in anguish. The kiss scorched her skin as Eli bit her lip from moaning. Zan’s hot, tired breath fell against the warmth of her skin below it. She could feel the overwhelming exhaustion from his lungs because she felt it in her very own. Air seemed to be scarce in the room and the sun’s heat seemed to have found its way into the shadowed bed.
She swallowed and slid her hands through his hair as his head fell against her stomach, laying there to catch his breath and to slow the rhythm of his heart. But before Eli could do the same, she felt his hand sneaking its way up under her shirt.
Zan crawled back up her body and slid her shirt all the way off, lifting her with his strong hands until the unwanted cloth was gone from their sight. He gazed up into her eyes, now face to face, with a look that only an old soul could possibly give. It struck her in the pit of her stomach, as his black gaze was full of understanding, of lust, of love. A look that told her he knew every inch of her soul, and knowing that she knew every piece of his.
He lifted away from her warmth watching her from above as his hand slowly fell to his belt. He swallowed before unbuckling it and watched the heated gaze from Amara with such yearning. Licking his dried lips, the unfastening of his zipper echoed through out the room.
She watched the flexing of his muscle with every movement, and all she could think was that no matter who he was in his life, he would always be a king. His strength was overcoming, and yet gentle, only showing more of his wisdom and mercy.
Dropping his dark gaze down the rest of her clothing, Zan swiftly took them off of her body leaving them on the floor without another thought before climbing back to his lover.
The glow of their skin now burning against the candlelight, and without a single word, Eli gripped the flesh of his back as she felt him demand inside of her. Warmth spread through her in a rush of emotions as he rapped her in his arm
A painful moan came from his uneven breath as his chest scraped and rubbed sensuously against hers with every hungry thrust. With every faltering and erratic breath exhaled from his lung, his stomach would grazed against hers and slid up and down from perspiration. Zan’s eyes fell closed trying to restrain the erge to spill his seed even as his body shook of powerful waves racking his muscles with nerve wrecking shivers.
The sheets moved with them with every thrust with every blow. Zan’s vision grew weak as he heard the erotic cries in his ear from Eli. Zan’s clenched the sheets below them when she tightened around him even more, and with that he lost himself in her. Blood rushed through his ears barely enough to her follow him in the sweet bliss of satisfaction.
“Amara…”
His hands crept gently through her cherry blossomed hair as the soft night’s light glided through the windows glass. He watched her as she slept peacefully in his arms, the moon’s radiance caressing her face into a breathless angel’s glow.
The overwhelming rapture of his soul brought peace and serenity to the room. The strong sedative in the air made him believe… for a moment… that she might finally be his. There was such a strange feeling in the night, something quiet but unknown, something free yet yielding, and again he questioned to himself if this was what freedom from fate felt like.
How was he to know, if he’d never felt it before? How could he possibly know when their battle would come to an end? Could it happen without him even knowing? Had it already happened? He didn’t know.
All these things floated through his head softly like quiet whispers from the night. It wasn’t a maddening feeling nor a confusing one, although it should have been, but Zan couldn’t help but feel finished with a long journey’s end. He found relief flooding over his body, painting thoughts and pictures in his imagination of what could be his future with the angel lying in his arms, flesh against his flesh.
He pulled her closer in his arms at the thought as the sheets enraptured them both of their bodies in the shadowed bed. Zan laid a heavy kiss on the back of her shoulder as his thumb made gentle circles around her skin.
G*d, he could do this.
He could do this forever if it were given to him.
In all the years that he’d lived, there had always been really one thing that he had ever wanted. Men would give their souls just to have the knowledge that he had. They would give up every possession they bared for the sights that he had seen, and yet all he ever wanted was breathing against his flesh.
The irony… having the world at his fingertips and still wanting to one thing he couldn’t possibly have.
Again the question plagued Zan. Was it really over?
It was hard to comprehend after everything that had unraveled. It was hard to believe that peace was an option when he’d lived life in the mist of war. It was the only thing he’d ever known, experienced. He’d dreamt of peace, but some part of him never truly expected to get it.
Zan sighed and felt his thoughts start to trouble him more. As he pulled away from the bed, a sheet fell with him as he held it carelessly around his waist. Being careful not to wake his sleeping angel, he walked to the balcony and finally took a deep breath of fresh cold air.
He closed his eyes as the icy winds grazed against his skin, suffocation no longer plaguing his body of intense warmth. Thoughts grew frozen as his body did, but he accepted it… welcomed it.
Hearing the city noises not far from him, Zan’s eyes opened and found New York’s lights before him, full of life and remarkable energy. Strangers on the street, glowing signs of vague word, and moonlight reflecting it all with it bright beams of light.
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Zan watched with a serene calmness. Holding himself up against the railing with one hand the other clutching the cloth at his side, Zan swallowed. This had to be it. This had to be his freedom… the freedom that he’d been waiting for over two life times.
Zan’s breathing became shallow as he clutched the railing tightly. He tried to take as many deep breaths as possible, but still he could feel the familiar feeling of a vision begin to flood his mind.
Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
Just remember me
The palace’s walls were crumbling down as Zan ran through its remains. Cries came shattering in the hallways echoing through one another. Rath fell behind him and ran in front of him leading the way to the throne quarters.
Zan didn’t move a muscle from where he stood, watching his enemy carefully. He was the only one left now. It was just him. His family dead and his second cold on the floor next to him.
I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,
It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun
“What is you’re plane Kivar? Do you truly expect to overtake the five star system by force?” he questioned perplexed.
“One by one, but yes,” he answered sitting down and pardoning the rest of his army from the room.
“So why haven’t you killed me?” he questioned.
“Hmm, Oh I plan to, but before I do, I do need one final thing from you my prince… the granolith,” he inquired.
Zan’s gaze ran wide as realization came to ahead. He didn’t have the granolith yet! There was still hope. Kivar would never gain power if he didn’t have the granolith.
“I don’t know where it is,” he returned stoically lying.
Kivar sighed boredly, “Zan must we really go through this?” He question to him but with another second of looking at Zan’s heated gaze, he agreed, “Okay then Zan we’ll do it you’re way.”
“Bring her here,” he called to the men outside.
Zan’s stomach tore in his gut at what was to come. Oh, God!
“Amara!”
“You made me do this Zan,” Kivar reminded as she was thrown to the floor between the both of them. Zan immediately thrashed to the ground but didn’t even touch her bruised skin when he felt himself flying through the air and against the wall.
“You know I really didn’t want to pull out this card Zan, but you made me no choice,” he stated seriously as Zan got up from the walls remains.
“Now, I’m going to ask you once more Zan, and then if you don’t answer me… I’m going to have to do something I really don’t want to do,” Kivar warned.
“Where is the Granolith?”
Zan swallowed as he watched the man grasp Amara’s shoulder from behind threatening to kill her in the very spot.
“Zan!” she cried, “Don’t tell him!”
With a roll of his eyes he turned his attention back to Zan expectantly, but sneered when he had no answer for him. And so with a cold hand, he bent it to her spine and released the a blow. She screamed in agony.
“NO!”
But again Zan was thrown down to his feet not far from where Rath laid lifeless and fragile. Kivar stopped the torturous infliction but never let go of Amara’s shoulder.
“Tell me!” Kivar roared, “The next blow will be aimed to kill her.”
“Alright!” Zan cried, “alright… just… let her go.”
“You tell me the location and I will… you have my word,” he promised.
Zan sneered. ‘Promise’ doesn’t come from a serpent’s mouth. “That is not enough!”
“It’s going to have to be. I don’t see what else you can do Zan. Either tell me where the Granolith is or watch the love of you life die before your very eyes.”
Zan’s eyes instinctively closed before falling back to Amara’s face. “Zan don’t,” she whispered.
He swallowed and shook his head, “Forgive me my love,” he whispered to her.
“No!” she whispered, “No.”
His gaze stayed upon Amara’s face as he replied, “You’ll find it in the keeps of Henrakah’s gates. They have it with in their reaches.”
Kivar smiled slowly with sly triumph, “Thank you Zan.”
Zan’s energy left him as he knew he’d just handed the very thrown to Kivar and sighed to countless deaths that were sure to be spilled from his hand.
Whenever you tell, my story
For I am all I've done
“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “Let her go.”
Amara’s face fell in her hands, crying with deadend tears.
“Do with me as you wish Kivar,” Zan turned to him lifeless with nothing but pain to deaden the wounds, “but let her go.”
“Indeed,” he smiled watching to the souls die without his merciless hand, “Indeed I am a man word.”
A pause ran through the room before Kivar smiled, “Goodbye Zan.”
Zan’s gaze fell to his enemy as he raised his hand with full enjoyment placed upon his face for the kill that was about to take place.
Amara’s scream echoed in his ears before a blinding light flashed through his vision. He gasped for air as he felt the bolt of electricity tear through his flesh. He felt his slam against the floor, knocking him nearly unconscious.
A bright yearning to slip into sleep tempted him, it welcomed him to his death. But when he felts strands of soft hair lying motionless against his fingertips, he wondered why he couldn’t hear Amara’s cries.
Zan pushed and fought back until he could finally move his fingertips as his yes rolled back, trying to fixate on any object. White light still blinded him but then when he heard a shattering gasp of air, Zan already felt unbelievable panic.
“No…” he cried hoarsely barely even a whisper, “No.”
Brown hair lay across his lap against the floor and blood spilled against the white marble before his blurred vision. He tried but failed the first time to the small form near him. Panicked he tried once more and once he felt a wound on the familiar flesh, he knew his worst nightmare had just become true.
“Amara,” he cried scratchily. Pushing anguish into hate, he forced all will to pull her to him.
She gasped again trying to gasp for air, but only finding blood in her mouth to comfort her aching throat.
“What have you done,” he cried, “What have you done!”
Kivar watched the scene play out with mild interest. Watching the blood spill and the two lovers clutching for one another. Stupid Girl!
He didn’t understand why she had jumped in front of him. Now they would both soon be dead.
“Sir,” a soldier came to the room, “A ship has just docked for you to leave.”
“Good,” Kivar swallowed still gazing at the two.
“What do you want us to do with them?” he questioned.
Kivar turned to the man and made a hesitant decision, “Leave them…” he whispered. And with one final quiet stare the man left the room quickly and never looked back.
“Amara… Amara talk to me,” Zan cried as he pulled her closer on the floor her brown hair having the stain of blood and her heart beat faltering as his hand wrapped around her chest to comfort her.
“I’m so sorry Zan,” she whispered as she felt his breath against her neck from behind. She could smell the blood from floor and feel the ach where her abdomen was. She didn’t dare look down upon the wound. She didn’t have the strength to look upon his.
He held her tighter as the ground walls thrashed and began to crumble.
“We’re the reason aren’t we? This is our fault… we’re the cause of this destruction,” she asked to him.
“Yes, my love… we are,” he answered her with a soft whisper.
Silence over took them as they held each other. This was the beginning of the end…
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Remember me
“You heard me!” he ordered.
“Larek, the Antar is being destroyed as we speak. Let alone the palace…”
“You fool! All hope is not lost! We still can bring back out king! Now go and bring what we need to to reincarnate the Royal family. Go!”
He bowed and ran to the ship to make his trip back to Antar’s remains..
I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers
And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky
“I was foolish,” Zan whispered to her each growing weaker by the moment even as the quack of the building still rupture around them, “I was foolish to think that I could ever possess you.”
Amara listened as he spoke feeling more comforted the more he talked. Zan swallowed, “I knew fully who you were, how free you were from anything that could possibly touch you… much less control you, but…” he paused, “I couldn’t stop myself from wishing that one day I’d be the one to conquer your heart.”
She smiled softly upon hearing his words, and hoping to hear more full of as much comfort.
“I wanted you to belong to me,” he laughed roughly shaking his head at the ridiculousness of how it sounded now.
“Are mine?” she questioned softly turning to him to gaze upon his face despite the thrashing of pain spiraling through her entire body as she moved.
“Amara,” he breathed with amazement, “I’ve always been yours.”
His heart felt its last bit of warmth as she smiled one final bright smile. Not her brightest, but it meant so much to see it one more time.
“This won’t be the last time I’ll see your face,” he whispered into her hair running his fingers through the silky strands
As long as I still can reach out, and touch you…
“This won’t be the last time you’ll lie in my arms. I promise my love… one day I’ll find you again… one day… I’ll love you again.”
Then I… will never die
And with the final breath of life left within him, he place his kiss upon her sweet lips and savored it for the last second that he had…
Zan’s gaze stood still as the final remnants of the vision played out through his head. The memory…
Remember, I'll never leave you
If you will only
Remember me
The city lights beamed around him as Zan’s hands still shook on the railing of the balcony, and all he could think about was the fact that this was the chance that fate had given him. Everything that had happened, everything that they’d gone through… it had somehow led up to here.
It was so utterly bizarre how the clarity came after his vision. The truth was he had to understand the past to recognize the extraordinary present.
They were finally free.
“Zan?”
He turned to her as sat up from the bed not to far from the terrace. He smiled.
Hmm, Free.
“Zan?” she murmured again whipping her eyes from sleep.
He turned to her and smiled, “I’m right here angel.”
She smiled to him at the window.
Zan sighed peacefully, “I’m always gonna be here.”
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory
Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
I live forever
Remember me
Remember me
Remember… me
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