18. Lirien
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LIRIEN
T he heat of Darak's body against mine is a stark contrast to the cool mountain air that whispers over our skin. His fingers, deft and demanding, explore me with an urgency that sends shivers cascading down my spine. I'm no stranger to the dance of flesh, but with Darak, each touch is a discovery, each sensation amplified by the bond that now ties us inexorably together.
"You're thinking too much," Darak murmurs against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. His hand stills inside me, and I can't help but squirm, seeking the friction he so cruelly denies.
I turn my head, our noses brushing, and fix him with a defiant glare. "And you're not thinking enough," I retort, though the playful edge in my voice belies the desire that threatens to consume me.
His laugh is a dark promise. "Let me worry about that." He withdraws his hand, and I can't suppress the whimper that escapes me. But before I can protest, he's tugging at my pants, pulling them down over my hips with a desperation that mirrors my own.
The cool air kisses my bare skin, and I'm acutely aware of the vulnerability of my position, laid out before him like an offering. Yet, there's a thrill in it, a heady power in the way his crimson eyes darken with need.
Darak's hands roam over me, mapping the contours of my body with an almost reverent touch. "I haven't stopped thinking about this since that night at the lake," he confesses, his voice a hungry growl that resonates within me.
I remember that night all too well—the moonlight on his face, the intensity of his gaze as he approached me in the water. It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet, the memory is as fresh as the mountain air.
"You have a funny way of showing it," I say, my words punctuated by a gasp as he presses his erection against the curve of my ass. The barrier of his trousers is a frustrating tease, and I arch against him, wordlessly begging for more.
"Patience, Liri," he chides, but there's a note of amusement in his voice that tells me he's enjoying this game as much as I am. His hands continue their exploration, sliding under my robes to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden under his touch.
The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I can't help but rock against him, seeking some measure of relief. "Darak, please," I beg, my pride swallowed by the overwhelming need that courses through me.
He chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "As you wish," he says, and there's a tenderness in his voice that I haven't heard before. It's gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by the raw hunger that seems to consume us both.
With a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, the heat of his length pressing against me. I'm slick with wanting him, and as he eases into me, I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless.
The cold air of the mountains nips at my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Darak's body behind me. His thick, muscled form moves with a primal rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. I can't deny it any longer—I've wanted this, wanted him, since the moment he sliced into my world with his sword and his scowl.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight," Darak growls in my ear, his voice a possessive rumble that makes my heart race and my core clench around him. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts into me with an urgency that leaves me breathless.
In one swift motion, he tosses the blanket aside, the cool air a shock against my heated skin. With a strength that leaves me dizzy, he flips me onto my back and hoists me up, impaling me on his cock from beneath. I cry out, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
"Ride me, Liri," he commands, his crimson eyes dark with desire.
I obey, my body moving of its own accord, driven by a need so deep it frightens me. His hands roam over my body, yanking my robes off and pulling my shirt over my head, leaving me bare to the chill and to his gaze.
My nipples harden under the cool air and his heated touch. He reaches up, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
"Fuck, Darak," I scream, my orgasm hitting me like a runaway carriage, waves of pleasure washing over me as I ride out the storm.
His lips curve into a satisfied smirk, but there's a tenderness in his eyes that takes me by surprise. "You're beautiful when you let go," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I lean down, our bodies still joined, and capture his lips in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dance together, a tangle of desire and something deeper, something that scares me more than any spell or summoning ever could.
As my body recovers from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I begin to move again, riding Darak with a renewed vigor. His hands grip my ass, guiding my movements.
Darak's hands are like brands on my skin, searing trails of fire wherever they roam. His touch is rough, demanding, and I revel in the way he groans his approval of my body.
"You're so fucking sexy, Liri," he growls, his voice a low vibration that thrums through me, igniting a desperate need.
"Tell me again," I beg, my voice barely a whisper as I ride him, my movements frantic and uncoordinated. I crave the sound of his desire, the raw honesty in his words that makes me feel worshipped and wanted.
He doesn't disappoint. "You're a goddamn vision," he says, his crimson eyes locked onto mine as he sits up, bringing his mouth to my breast. His tongue flicks over my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking harshly and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.
My body responds instinctively, my hips grinding against him as I moan his name. The sound of our bodies moving together, the wet heat of his mouth on my skin—it's all too much, and yet, not enough.
In one fluid motion, Darak rolls us over, his grip on my hip unyielding as he positions himself above me. His hand finds my throat, not squeezing, but holding me in place as he drives into me with a fierce intensity that steals my breath.
The new position allows him to thrust even deeper, the sensation bordering on pain, but I welcome it, my body stretching to accommodate his as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"More," I gasp, my voice a hoarse plea that he's all too happy to obey. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up even further as he plunges into me with a wild abandon that leaves me shaking.
Each thrust is a claiming, a wordless declaration of possession that sends me spiraling towards the edge once more. I can feel the bond between us pulsing with energy, our desires and emotions intertwined in a dizzying dance that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.
"Darak," I cry out, my body tightening around him as another orgasm builds within me. His name on my lips seems to spur him on, his pace relentless as he chases his own release.
With a final, deep thrust, he finds it, his body shuddering against mine as he lets out a guttural growl that echoes in the stillness of the night. I feel him pulsing inside me, the sensation drawing out my own climax until I'm left trembling and spent beneath him.
He releases my leg, lowering himself onto his elbows to avoid crushing me as he catches his breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our hearts beating in synchrony as we lay there, joined together in the most intimate of ways.
"Liri," he murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. It's a stark contrast to the fervor of our lovemaking, and it leaves me feeling vulnerable.
"I think we're all warmed up," I respond breathlessly.
My chest is still heaving, trying to catch up with everything that just happened, and despite filling me with his seed, his attention is drawn to my breasts. With a growl, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and teases me. I whimper with need.
"Already eager for more?" he teases as he switches to the other.
I arch my back, trying to get closer to him. "I have a sexual appetite the size of an army," I confess before moaning loudly.
He chuckles, meeting my gaze with those intense crimson eyes. "Is that so, little demon?"
Kissing me deeply, Darak pulls my body on top of his and gives me a playful slap on the ass.
"Then I am at your command," he says, his ash-gray features softening slightly.
I brace my hands against his scarred chest, cocking my head to the side as my silver hair cascades over one shoulder. "You swear it?"
The mischievous sparkle in his eye dances as he wets his lips, and I can see centuries of carefully maintained control beginning to slip. "I swear it."
A grin breaks out across my face, triumphant and satisfied, the scar on my cheek pulling slightly. "Good."