As the sun came up I could see that Asia was all but done in. I found a safe place for us that could not be easily approached without first alerting us. I pulled several soft needled pine branches down and piled them up on top of each other and then I laid our blankets over top of them.
I lay down and gestured up to her with my hands, "Come here."
Her tired eyes brightened up with concern, but she came to me. She gasped a little, as I pulled her down beside me and placed her on her side facing away from me. I settled in behind her giving her my arm to lay her head on, as my free hand held her possessively to me. I wanted her so bad!
I sighed into her hair, "You can relax, our deal is still on. You name the time and the place."
She nodded her head imperceptibly and not long after I felt her breathing ease into sleep.
Her hand settled over top of mine. I swallowed and crammed my eyes shut. She was killing me with her gentle trust, slowly, but surely, like she'd never taken the knife out of my side and was still pressing it deeper!
Asia wasn't asleep. She wanted to be, because she was so tired, but this was worth staying up for. At first she hadn't known what to expect. She'd already decided that the two of them had reached the point together that she wouldn't say no or protest if he went further, but she'd been hoping for a commitment to both her and what she'd asked of him. He had just reaffirmed everything she wanted once again, with his words of keeping with Option B and she felt herself go slack with peace, as she felt how God was working the situation out to her favor.
She was alone with a beast of a man, who had become a guardian to her like no other. The strength of the hand splayed across her middle both claimed her and showed her how safe she was. She let her hand settle over his in acceptance of his ownership. She'd never dreamed of anything like this. Eyes wide open she lay relaxed in peace, as she felt the large body behind her flex and pulse in raw desire for her.
The muscles, in the clenching arm, beneath her ear seemed to grind in the struggle for suppression of both natural and modified desire for her. She should be scared, but she wasn't anymore, not of him anyway. Other things maybe, but not him the person. He was elemental male at its most extreme, but he was tempered by something finer, which overruled his physical desires.