Noble Hope| General Kirigan

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"I need words, darling." 

Adaline swallowed hard. "Yes," her voice was shaky. "It's alright." she could feel his mouth quirk upward. 

He lifted his head again to look at her perfectly flushed face and splayed-out hair. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, getting lost in her features once again. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly before leaning down and capturing her lips between his again. 

His fingers began tugging at the arms of her robes before he grew frustrated when he found himself unable to get them off. At the speed of light, he was off of Adaline's body and tugging her up to take the flimsy clothing off her body as her fingers desperately pulled at the tie keeping his robe on. 

Not long after were they fully unclothed aside from undergarments. When Aleksander found that Adaline wasn't wearing a bra under her nightdress his eyes became glued to the perfect curves of her breasts.

Her nipples had hardened long before, but now as she stood in front of him in nothing but cotton panties, the cool air suddenly felt a lot colder. 

Aleksander's lips caught between his teeth as he ran the back of his hand down the middle of her chest and stopped right in the center. His fingers wandered and moved to the side, gently cupping her breast and running his thumb across her nipple briefly. 

Adaline whined at the contact and clenched her thighs together to rid herself of some of the friction. Aleksander took notice of this, tearing his eyes away from her upper body and using the same hand he had on her chest to push her back onto the bed. 

With a bare chest and no clothing besides his own underwear, the man climbed on top of the girl on the black coverings and began feeling his way around her body once again. 

He was determined to touch every part of her–make it known that she was his, even if they hadn't established anything. 

She was the only other Darkling in existence, not to count his bag-head of a mother. 

He wasn't letting her go. Not now, not ever. 

Adaline was absolutely stunning to him. She had small and large scars running across her tummy that signified the battles she had fought. Her hands clenched tightly together, and she just barely flinched when Aleksander ran his palm along the side of her bare thigh, hoping he didn't catch it but of course he did. 

His lust-filled gaze turned soft. "Why did you flinch?" 

Adaline sighed and released her hands, showing the little crescent-shaped engravings in her skin. Much to Aleksander's relief, there wasn't any blood. "I just–... my- my thighs..." she didn't continue her sentence and shook her head in shame. 

He stayed still for a moment, just admiring her. He placed both his hands on her hips and slowly dragged them down to her legs. 

They inched inward, making Adaline take a shaky breath. Aleksander stopped but kept his hands firmly where they were. "May I?" 

With a slight squeeze of her eyes, she nodded. Typically, he would require verbal confirmation but this wasn't the time for the matter. 

His fingers slid into the inner parts of her thighs and pushed them apart from the other a bit, immediately feeling the uneven skin of cuts and scars. There were many on each side, but they went no further than four inches down.