Chained to old wounds

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Hayato

Slowly, the darkness parted. Light glimmered and danced. Clouds whirled around me. I could see her smiling up at me from our shared chambers, lounging beside me, draped in nothing more than the robe that had slipped from my shoulders a few hours prior.

Then, fear hit me. My heart ached with grief. My body felt too heavy to move, but was this death or rest? I couldn’t tell, and the thought of leaving Tsuneo with the throne in this way, filled me

with quilt.

Still, I saw her smiling, her eyes filled with a sense of peace. I was with her, in a world of dreams and longing and that guilt started to fade. I tried to hold onto it. Tried to remember it, then I was falling, drifting to the ground like a leaf.

I opened my eyes and found myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the sky was a clear, vibrant blue. The moment was familiar, too familiar to not know exactly where I was. I wandered through the meadow, my heart filled with

hope.

Then, I heard a familiar voice.

“Hayato.”

I turned, my heart pounding in my chest. There she was, Haruka, standing in the center of the meadow, her eyes filled with a gentle smile. She was so beautiful, her hair waving in the breeze, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She was wearing her favorite of all my robes, the rich gold one. The one I’d had her laid to rest in as I couldn’t bear to wear it, knowing that she wouldn’t ever wear it again.

My feet were moving, my whole body leaning into it as I rushed, flew, glided across the meadow to wrap my arms around her. She laughed, wrapping her arms around me as I pulled her into my arms. We stumbled and tumbled down the slight incline. She laughed as we rolled.

We came to a stop and she pushed herself onto her elbows and smiled. A sense of peace wash over me. This was real, she was here. Wherever we were.

I cupped her face, reveling in the warmth of her face in my hand. I could barely breathe around the emotions building in my chest. The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled between us like a storm about to break. It was just like it had been. The way my whole body felt electrified just being near her. Haruka smiled, lowering her face toward mine until we were barely an inch apart. Her breath ghosted over my face. I could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. Her eyes

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were dark, intense, searching my face as if she were trying to memorize every detail.

1 was certainly trying to memorize every detail of hers. Had she changed at all in these five years? Had 1?

“Haruka,” I whispered, my voice rough, barely holding back the emotions.

She smiled, leaning closer to brush out lips together.

“All this time, dear husband, and you’re not going to kiss me?”

The rush of heat that hit me at the sound of her voice, seared away any doubt or hesitation I had. The pull, the undeniable connection between us that had been there for the very first moment we met pulled hard. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to. It felt as though I had crossed these five years just for this moment.

Without thinking, I pulled her down to close the gap between us. She let out a soft, needy sound. I groaned. My blood heated. I rolled us over. She twined her legs around my waist with a soft giggle like always. I laughed along with her. Her hands reached for the ties of my robe, yanking and fumbling it open. Desperate as always. I took her mouth with slow, deep thrusts of my tongue, rolling my hips against her as she moaned.

The tears burning in my eyes fell, hot and heavy, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I pulled back, lowering my mouth to nip and suck at her throat. I untied her robe and she wrapped her

arms around me.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, her breath hitching.

What little restraint I had vanished. I pulled her robe apart and untied the scrap

of cloth she wore as underwear. She lifted up and crashed our mouths together, crashing out lips together with a desperate, aching need.

The kiss was wild, unrestrained, a collision of years of yearning desire and longing. I kissed her and she twined her hands in my hair, tossing out the pins that held it up the way she always had.

The familiarity of it, the ease of it made my heart light. I tried to hold back the tears until I heard her breath hitch and a little whimpering cry escape her. I looked up and found her eyes glossy.

Tears streamed down her face.

“I’ve missed you just as much,” I said. “Haruka, my fire…”

She pressed our lips together gently and lifted up, crawling into my lap. The feeling of her heat and softness, every luscious inch of her in my arms, sent shivers down my spine. I could barely

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breathe.

She groaned. “Hayato… Hayato, please.”

She didn’t have to plead, but I loved the desperation in her voice. She nipped at my ear and grabbed my cock, stroking me. Heat pooled in my gut, but I didn’t need her help to get hard. I lifted her leg onto my shoulder and helped her slide down onto me. I groaned into her mouth. She moaned, clutching me tightly, breathlessly. For a long moment, time stopped, and we clung to each other as if we were both afraid we would disappear.

Wasn’t this the world between life and death? How much longer did we have together before we were separated again, maybe to never see each other again.

My heart raced. My mind spun, but all I could feel was her–her warmth and strength, the way her kiss and love ignited fires in me hot enough to melt through iron. I pressed her closer. She rolled her hips, riding me. I matched her pace then took over, setting a harder, deeper rhythm. She

trembled, panting into my mouth.

“Yes,” she panted. “Hayato… Yes.”

I kissed her, devouring her yet still hungry for more. I was lost in our mingling scents, the heat and pleasure spiraling and storming through me as I drove us closer and closer to the edge.

She shrieked, throwing her head aback as the pleasure crashed over her. I followed with a hoarse shout, thrusting hard and fast until all the energy seemed to vanish from me and I collapsed on top of her.

Still, we kissed gently, almost lazily. Our thrusts turned less frantic, but still deep and pleasurable as we chased the aftermath.

The world around us faded away until there was only the two of us. Slowly, I gentled the kiss, deepening it and holding her against me. I pulled back to rest my forehead against hers, our breath mingling.

“Haruka,” I whispered. My voice soft. “If I… If I never get to say it in our next life. I love you.”

She smiled up at me. “Why… would you ever think I’d wait until the next life to hear those words

again?”

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Chapter Comments

Michelle White

love it. wish there were more than 1 or 2 chapters at a time

Phyllis Neel

This story is completely addictive xxxx

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