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The Burden of Eternity #7
🕑 Added 2025-07-17 15:35:16 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters involved in explicit situations are adults. No underage characters have been involved or depicted in such situations.
As they kissed, Darcy's fingers worked at his shirt buttons, popping them out one by one, her touch sending electricity through his skin with each brush of her knuckles. Harry's hands held onto her waist, thumbs tracing small circles on the soft fabric of her dress.
"You're thinking too much," she murmured against his lips, successfully freeing another button.
"Hard not to," Harry admitted, his voice rough as he caressed her.
"Then let me help you stop."
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her palms immediately exploring the expanse of his chest. Her touch was confident and appreciative as her fingers traced the definition of his muscles. When she leaned down to press her lips to his collarbone, Harry's breath hitched.
"Better?" she asked, her mouth moving against his skin.
"Getting there."
Darcy let out a pleased laugh, her eye shining. She kissed along his shoulder, her teeth grazing on his skin lightly before she soothed it with her tongue. Harry's hands slid up her back, finding the zipper of her sundress.
"May I?" he asked.
"God, yes."
The zipper descended with agonizing slowness, Harry's fingers following its path down her spine. Darcy arched into the touch, a soft sound escaping her lips that went straight to his core. When the dress pooled around her waist, she straightened, letting him look at her large breasts heaving within the confines of her lace bra.
Harry's hands roamed all over the newly revealed skin, his palms skimming over her ribs and his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through delicate lace. Darcy's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as she pressed further into his touch.
"You're incredible," he said gruffly.
"So are you." Her eyes opened, dark with desire. "And I want to make you feel incredible."
She stood between his legs and leaned down, her hands framing his face as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue swept along his lower lip before diving into his mouth, and Harry groaned, pulling her closer. The kiss was hungry now, all pretense of hesitation abandoned as they both gave in to the heat building up between them.
Darcy's dress slipped further down her hips with the movement, and she stepped out of it without breaking their kiss. Harry's hands immediately found her waist again, skin to skin now, and the contact sent fire racing through his veins.
"Your turn," she breathed against his mouth, her fingers already working at his belt.
Harry stood, helping her with the remaining barriers of clothing between them. His jeans and boxers followed her laces on the floor. When they were both finally bare, Darcy's hands immediately returned to his chest, exploring with obvious appreciation while Harry’s hands descended, reaching around to grab her supple rear.
"I've been wondering what you looked like under all those clothes," she said, her palms sliding down his abdomen as Harry pulled her closer. "Reality is so much better than imagination."
Harry captured her mouth again, walking her backward toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she pulled him down with her, their bodies aligning perfectly. The feeling of skin against skin, or her warm and soft breasts pressing against his bare chest, made Harry's head spin.
Darcy's hands roamed his back, her nails scraping lightly along his spine. She wrapped one leg around his hip, pulling him closer, and the intimate contact drew a groan from both of them.
"I want to touch you everywhere," she whispered, her lips moving to his neck. She found a sensitive spot just below his ear and lavished attention on it with teeth and tongue until Harry was trembling above her.
"Darcy," he breathed, her name a plea.
"I know what you need," she said, rolling them over so she straddled his hips. "Let me take care of you tonight."
She began mapping his body with her mouth, starting at his throat and working her way down. Her lips found every vein, every sensitive spot, her tongue tracing patterns that made him arch beneath her. When she reached his chest, she took her time, her teeth grazing his nipple before soothing with her tongue.
Harry's hands tangled in her hair, not directing but simply needing the sensation. Every touch of her mouth sent pleasure spiraling through him, building heat that pooled low in his belly.
"You taste amazing," Darcy murmured against his skin, continuing her exploration. Her hands joined her mouth, her fingers and palms mapping muscle and bone with reverent attention.
When she moved lower, Harry's breath caught. "Darcy..."
"Trust me," she said, looking up at him with eyes dark with intent. "I want to make you feel alive."
She did not waste another moment and wrapped her lips around his manhood. As she took him in her mouth, Harry's world exploded into something he had forgotten, something that felt like a lifetime ago.
Her tongue was clever and wicked, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it ruthlessly. His hips lifted involuntarily, and she hummed her approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him off, her hand stroking him where her mouth could not reach.
Harry's hands fisted in the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling after so long without touch, without connection, without this. Darcy seemed to sense that he was getting closer to the edge and pulled back, pressing soothing kisses to his hip bones.
"Not yet," she said. "I'm not done with you."
She worked her way back up his body, and Harry met her halfway, capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, and the intimacy of it made his head spin.
"My turn," he said against her mouth, rolling them over again.
Harry began his own exploration, his hands and mouth mapping every inch of her skin. Darcy was responsive, arching into his touch, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. When he found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"There," she breathed. "Right there."
Harry lavished attention on the spot, sucking gently before returning the favor and soothing with his tongue. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
"Harry, please," she gasped when he took one peaked nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
He switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention while his hand trailed down her body. When his fingers found the heat between her thighs, Darcy cried out, her hips lifting to meet his touch.
"So wet," he murmured against her breast, circling her entrance with one finger. "Is this for me?"
"All for you," she panted. "Only for you."
Harry slipped one finger inside her, then two, stretching her gently while his thumb found the bundle of nerves that made her gasp his name. She was tight, hot, perfect around his fingers, and he could feel her body welcoming the intrusion.
"More," Darcy demanded, her hips moving against his hand. "I need more."
Harry added a third finger, pumping slowly while his thumb maintained its steady pressure on her clit. Darcy's head thrashed on the pillow, her body tightening around him as pleasure built.
"That's it," he encouraged, watching her face as she climbed higher. "Let go for me."
Darcy's release hit her like a wave, her body arching off the bed as she cried out his name. Harry worked her through it, his fingers moving gently now as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her.
She gasped and moaned as waves of pleasure ran through her, and she watched Harry as he licked her release off his fingers. The sight made her twitch, and when she finally relaxed, she reached out, pulling him up for a kiss. Her taste was still on his lips and she moaned as he deepened the kiss.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against his mouth. "Now."
Harry positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his length just barely breaching her heat. He touched her slick entrance, the tip pressing against her womanhood as he gazed down at her.
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
Harry nodded and pushed forward slowly, both of them groaning at the exquisite sensation of his manhood pushing through her tight pussy. And Darcy was tight, so perfectly tight around him, and the feeling of being joined with her after months of tension and attraction was overwhelming.
"Move," she urged, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Please, Harry, move."
Harry began to thrust, slowly at first, letting them both adjust to the sensation. Darcy met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take him deeper, her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage.
"Faster," she gasped, her nails leaving marks on his skin. "Harder."
Harry obliged, picking up the pace, and began driving into her with increasing urgency. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with their breathless moans and whispered encouragements.
Darcy's hands roamed his back, his arms, anywhere she could reach, as if she couldn't get enough of touching him. When she wrapped her legs higher around his waist, changing the angle, they both groaned at the increased sensation.
"Right there," she panted. "Don't stop."
Harry braced himself on his forearms, driving deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure that built between them like there was no tomorrow. Darcy's body began to tighten around him again, and he could feel his own release approaching.
"Come with me," she whispered, one hand sliding between them to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves where they were joined. "I want to feel you lose control."
The added stimulation sent her over the edge again, her body clenching around him rhythmically. The sensation was too much, and Harry followed her over, spilling himself deep inside her with a groan that seemed torn from his very soul.
They collapsed together, breathing hard, their hearts racing in tandem. Harry rolled to his side, pulling Darcy with him, his manhood buried deep inside her. Neither was willing to break the connection just yet.
"That was..." Darcy began, but she trailed off, pressing lazy kisses to his chest.
"Incredible," Harry finished, his hands stroking her sweaty back.
"I told you I'd make you feel alive," she said with satisfaction.
Harry let out a genuine laugh. "You definitely succeeded."
Darcy lifted her head to look at him, her eyes bright with mischief and lingering desire. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
To prove her point, she began pressing kisses along his jaw, her hand trailing down his body. Despite having just climaxed, Harry felt himself stirring again under her attention.
"Impressive recovery time," she murmured against his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe as she felt him hardening inside her pussy once again.
"You're very motivating."
"I haven't even gotten started yet."
She rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, and Harry's hands immediately found her waist. The position put her breasts at the perfect height for his mouth, and he took advantage, capturing one nipple between his lips.
Darcy arched above him, grinding against his growing hardness that unfortunately slipped out. Not for long though, as she was not done with him.
"I want to ride you," she said, her voice husky with renewed desire.
"Then do it," Harry said, releasing her breast to look up at her. "Take what you want."
Darcy reached between them, guiding him to her entrance once again. She sank down slowly, both of them groaning at the sensation. From this angle, she could control the depth and the pace of their fucking, and she took full advantage.
Harry's hands gripped her hips as she began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that drove them both wild. She was beautiful above him with her head thrown back in pleasure and her large, round breasts moving with each thrust.
"You feel so good," she gasped, picking up the pace. "So deep like this."
She bounced on top of him, her tits flailing wildly, and Harry reached up, holding them in his palms and kneading them to his heart’s content. She grinned down at him and leaned forward, planting her palms on his chest for leverage.
“You like that?” She asked sultrily, rolling her hips on his prick as he continued playing with her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples. She was getting close again.
“Uh huh,” Harry grunted as he thrust up to meet her, and she cried out, her movements becoming more frantic. Her hands gave away and she fell on top of him, her large breasts smashing against his chest.
Harry reached around to grab her ass as he drove into her. He could feel her body beginning to tighten around him again, and he could see the flush spreading across her face that signaled her approaching climax.
"Come for me," he said as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, one hand sliding between them to circle her with his thumb.
The added stimulation was all she needed. Darcy's orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. The sight and sensation of her pleasure triggered his own release, and he thrust up hard, emptying himself inside her again.
They stayed connected for long moments afterward, both breathing hard, their skin slick with sweat. Darcy lay collapsed forward onto his chest, and Harry's arms came up to wrap around her, keeping her flush against him.
"How do you feel?" she asked, her voice muffled against his neck.
Harry considered the question deeply. His body was sated, relaxed in a way it hadn't been in years. But more than that, he felt present, grounded, and fully inhabiting his own skin in a way that had become foreign to him.
"Alive," he said simply.
Darcy lifted her head to smile at him, and the satisfaction in her expression was unmistakable. "Mission accomplished then."
"And how do you feel?" he asked, stroking her hair.
"Like I could do this all night," she said, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "In fact, I plan to."
Harry's laugh rumbled through his chest, and he felt something settle into place inside him, something that had been displaced for far too long.
"Well, I don’t have any plans," he said.
"Good," Darcy said, already beginning to stir against him again. "Because we're just getting started."
xXx
Harry woke to sunlight streaming through thin hotel curtains and the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's warmth pressed against his side. For a moment, he lay perfectly still, letting the memories of the night before wash over him.
Darcy stirred beside him moments later, her arm tightening around his waist. Her hair was a wild tangle across the pillow, and there were faint marks on her neck where he'd been particularly enthusiastic. The sight sent a pulse of satisfaction through him.
"Morning," she mumbled against his chest, her voice rough with sleep.
"Morning." Harry's hand found her hair, his fingers combing through the silky strands. "Sleep well?"
"Eventually." She lifted her head to grin at him, completely unself-conscious about her messed hair and smudged makeup. "Someone kept me up pretty late."
"I recall you being an active participant in that."
"Mmm, true." Darcy stretched like a cat, her body moving against his in ways that made his morning arousal significantly more noticeable. "No regrets?"
"None," Harry said without hesitation. "You?"
"Are you kidding? Best night I've had in... well, ever." She propped herself up on her elbow, studying his face. "You look different."
"Different how?"
"Relaxed. Like you actually slept instead of whatever tense, vigilant thing you usually do."
Harry considered her words. She was right. He had slept, deeply and dreamlessly, without the usual hyperawareness that kept him on the edge of waking. "Good different?"
"Very good different." Darcy leaned down to kiss him deeply. "I like this version of you."
Harry's hands found her waist, pulling her more fully against him. The kiss deepened, and he could feel Darcy's body responding, her nipples hardening against his chest.
A sharp knock on the door broke them apart.
"Darcy? You in there?" Jane's voice carried through the thin walls. "We've got readings!"
Darcy groaned, dropping her forehead to Harry's shoulder. "Worst timing ever."
"Darcy!" More insistent knocking. "The equipment is going crazy!"
"I'll be right there!" Darcy called back, then muttered, "Science waits for no one, apparently."
She started to roll away, but Harry caught her wrist. "Will I see you later?"
She smirked as she leaned down to kiss him again. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Good."
"Very good." Darcy reluctantly extracted herself from the bed, gathering her clothes from the floor. "Meet me for lunch? Rosa's again?"
"I'll be there."
She paused in grabbing her dress to look back at him. Harry was sprawled across the bed, sheets pooled around his waist, and hair messed from sleep and her fingers. The sight made her mouth go dry.
"You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" she said.
"I certainly hope so."
Darcy grinned and blew him a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. Harry heard the shower start and was sorely tempted to join her, but another round of knocking from Jane discouraged that idea.
When Darcy emerged, dressed and looking remarkably put-together considering their activities, she found Harry pulling on his jeans.
"Walk me out?" she asked.
They made it exactly three steps before Harry pressed her against the wall, kissing her with a hunger that showed that the night hadn't satisfied anything, only awakened it.
"Dinner," Darcy gasped against his mouth. "Definitely dinner."
"Definitely."
xXx
Harry spent the day at his supposed archaeological site, though his mind kept wandering to Darcy. The way she'd moved above him. The sounds she'd made. The confident way she'd taken what she wanted.
He was so distracted that he nearly missed the energy readings from his actual equipment—the devices monitoring the dimensional barriers that had brought him to this desert town in the first place. The readings were spiking, indicating increased instability.
Harry frowned at the display. This was concerning, but not immediately dangerous. The barriers would hold for now, but something was definitely affecting them. Jane's atmospheric readings, perhaps? Or something else entirely?
He made a note to investigate further, then found himself checking his watch. Still two hours until dinner.
xXx
Rosa's was busier during dinnertime today, but Darcy had claimed their booth from the night before. She was already there when Harry arrived, looking professionally casual in dark jeans and a fitted top that made his mouth water.
"Punctual," she said approvingly as he slid into the seat across from her. "I like that in a man."
"I aim to please."
"Oh, you definitely do that." The look she gave him was loaded with the memory of their night before. "How was your day? Dig up anything interesting?"
"Just some unusual readings. Nothing urgent." Harry found himself relaxing into the familiar rhythm of conversation with her. It had been almost three months since they’d known each other, and he was used to it now. "What about you? Jane's emergency readings?"
"False alarm, mostly. Though there was something weird about the electromagnetic patterns." Darcy waved a hand dismissively. "Jane's still analyzing the data. She'll probably be buried in it for days."
The waitress approached, the same woman from the night before. Her knowing smile suggested she recognized them.
"Back again?" she said warmly. "Same table, too."
"It's a good table," Darcy said without embarrassment.
"Two margaritas?" the waitress asked.
"Just water for now," Harry said. "I'd like to keep a clear head tonight."
Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what are you planning for tonight?"
"That depends on you."
The heat in his voice made Darcy's cheeks flush. She’d truly awakened a beast, hadn’t she?
"I like a man with plans," she said, smirking.
They ordered food, but the conversation kept circling back to the night before—heated and meaningful glances, casual touches, and innuendo disguised as normal discussion. By the time their food arrived, the tension between them was thick enough to cut.
"So," Darcy said, stabbing her salad with perhaps more force than necessary, "my hotel room is still available."
"Is it?"
"Mmm. Fully quiet. No interruptions from an overexcited astrophysicist who’d be busy in her lab."
Harry's fork paused halfway to his mouth. "That sounds... peaceful."
"I was thinking more along the lines of loud, actually."
Harry nearly choked on his food. Darcy's grin was wicked.
"You're trouble," he said.
"I warned you about that."
They ate quickly after that, the anticipation building with every casual brush of fingers when they reached for their water glasses and every meaningful pause in conversation.
"Check, please," Harry called to the waitress before they'd even finished eating.
xXx
They barely made it through Darcy's hotel room door before they were on each other. Just like the previous night, Harry pressed her against the closed door, his mouth finding hers desperately. Darcy's hands immediately went to his shirt, her fingers working at the buttons rapidly.
"Missed you," she said against his lips, which was ridiculous given they'd been apart for only a few hours, but Harry understood the sentiment completely.
"Show me," he said.
Darcy's response was to push his shirt off his shoulders and drag her nails down his chest, leaving faint red marks on his skin. Harry groaned, his hands finding the hem of her top and pulling it over her head.
They moved toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way. But things were different this time.
Where the night before had been about discovery and wonder, this was pure hunger—the desperate need to recapture the intensity they'd found in each other.
Harry lifted Darcy onto the bed, following her down and immediately claiming her mouth again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her, and they both groaned at the contact.
"Now," she said, reaching between them. "I don't want to wait."
"Neither do I."
Harry pushed into her in one smooth stroke, both of them crying out at the sensation. There was no hesitation this time, no careful exploration – just raw need and the lustful wish to get as close as physically possible.
They moved together with increasing desperation, their hands grasping, their mouths claiming, and their bodies moving toward release. When it came, it was explosive, leaving them both shaking and breathless.
"Jesus," Darcy panted against his neck. "That was..."
"Intense."
"Very intense." She pulled back to look at him, her hair wild and her lips swollen. "I think I'm becoming addicted to you."
"Good," Harry said, surprising himself with his possessiveness. "I like the idea of you being addicted to me."
"Do you now?" Darcy's smile was pleased. "And what about you? Any addictions you'd like to declare?"
Harry's answer was to roll them over and begin kissing his way down her body, showing her exactly what he was becoming addicted to.
xXx
Later, as they lay tangled in sheets damp with sweat and satisfaction, Darcy traced patterns on Harry's chest.
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
"Of course."
"Last night, you said you needed to feel alive again. What did you mean?"
Harry was quiet for a long moment, considering how much to reveal. "I spent a long time living for other people's expectations," he said finally. "Doing what was needed instead of what I wanted. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to want things for myself."
"And now?"
Harry looked down at her, taking in her tousled hair and the marks his mouth had left on her skin. "Now I remember."
"What do you want?"
"Right now? More of this. More of you."
Darcy's smile was brilliant. "That can definitely be arranged."
She shifted to straddle him, and Harry felt his body responding despite their recent activities. Darcy noticed too, her smile turning wicked.
"Already?" she said, moving her hips in a way that made him groan. "I really am good at this motivation thing."
"The best," Harry agreed, his hands finding her waist.
"I intend to keep proving that," Darcy said, leaning down to capture his mouth. "Every day you're here."
Harry pulled her closer, losing himself in her kiss and the feeling of her body against his. His life was complicated, and there were bound to be more challenges ahead, but for the first time in he didn’t know how long, he felt alive, and it was a feeling he never wanted to let go of.
For the first time in years, it felt like enough.
More than enough. It felt like everything.
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Mage
Amazing!!!!!!!
