Chapter 40 Rhea #2
He undresses me slowly, exploring my body as if it's the first time.
He caresses my breasts, kisses them, swirling his tongue around my nipple.
He takes it in his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, drawing a gasp from deep within me.
His hand cups my other breast, thumb circling, teasing until I arch into his touch.
Every nerve ending sparks, electric and alive.
His mouth moves to the other breast, continuing the sweet torture.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close, never wanting this to end.
He trails kisses down my stomach, each one igniting sparks beneath my skin. He pauses at my navel, dipping his tongue in briefly before continuing lower. His hands grip my hips, thumbs tracing circles on my pelvis as he settles between my thighs.
He looks up, eyes meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath. Then he lowers his head, tongue flicking out to lap at my swollen bud. A jolt of pleasure arcs through me. He does it again, slower this time, drawing a gasp from deep within my chest.
"I know what you like, Rhealyn. Better than ever," he murmurs against me, breath hot on sensitive flesh. His fingers tease my entrance, barely dipping in before retreating, leaving me aching for more. He sucks gently, then harder, building pressure with each pulse of his mouth.
My hips lift, seeking closer contact. He responds by sliding one finger inside, curling it slightly to hit a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me while his tongue continues its relentless dance.
Pleasure coils tighter, every nerve ending alight with sensation. I'm panting, writhing, desperate for release. His fingers move faster, pushing deeper, curling just right. His mouth sucks harder, tongue lapping relentlessly.
"Vaylen," I gasp, fingers clutching at his hair. "Please..."
He growls low in his throat, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. The world narrows down to his touch, his mouth, the exquisite tension building inside me.
Everything else fades away. There's only us.
I shatter.
Waves of pleasure crash over me, drowning out thought, reason, everything but raw sensation. My body convulses, hips bucking against his mouth as he wrings every last tremor from my core. I cry out, fingers clutching his hair, holding him there until the storm finally passes.
He gentles his touch, bringing me down slowly.
When I finally still, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh, then another to my stomach as he moves up my body until we're face to face.
His pupils are blown wide, lips glistening with my release.
I cup his face, thumb tracing his cheekbone, before pulling him into a kiss that tastes of me and him and us together.
He groans into my mouth, body pressing mine into the tent floor. His arousal is hard against my hip, urgent and insistent. I shift beneath him, aligning our bodies so his length slides between my thighs, slick with my own desire.
I break the kiss, forehead resting against his. "My turn."
He raises an eyebrow.
I push gently on his chest, urging him onto his back.
He rolls over, taking me with him so I'm sprawled atop his body, legs tangled with his.
I kiss him again, slower this time, exploring his mouth with deliberate thoroughness.
His hands roam my back, my sides, my ass, touching everywhere he can reach.
When I pull away, his breath hitches. I sit up, straddling his thighs, and run my hands over his tattooed chest. His muscles twitch beneath my touch, abdomen tensing as I trace the lines of his body.
I lean down, press an open-mouthed kiss to his sternum, then another lower, following the trail of dark hair leading beneath his waistband.
His cock strains against his pants, thick and eager. I curl my fingers around the waistband, tugging gently. He lifts his hips, helping me slide the fabric down, freeing his erection. It juts upward, proud and demanding, a bead of moisture already gathering at the tip. He is beautiful.
I wrap my hand around his length, marveling at the silken heat, the pulsing life beneath his skin. His breath catches, hips lifting into my grip. I stroke him once, slowly, then bend down to lick the salty drop from his crown.
He tastes like storms and wind-swept skies. I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his sensitive flesh, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding but not forcing, letting me set the pace.
I explore every ridge, every vein, also knowing what makes him gasp, what makes his thighs tremble. I take him deeper, relax my throat around his length. His grip tightens, a guttural sound tearing from his lips.
"Rhealyn..." My name is a plea, a prayer. "Oh, fuck!"
I hum around him, sending vibrations through his length. His hips jerk, breath coming faster. I can feel his pulse quickening, taste the salt of his arousal increasing. I bob my head, taking him deeper each time, sucking harder, flicking my tongue against his most sensitive spots.
His body tenses, coiling tight like a storm about to break. I can feel his orgasm building, the surge of power beneath his skin. I want it. I want all of him. I double my efforts, hand and mouth working together, driving him higher, closer to the edge. His body shakes with restraint.
"Rhealyn," he gasps again, voice hoarse with need. "I'm close. If you don't want—"
I don't let him finish. I take him deeper, humming encouragement. His control snaps.
With a roar, he comes undone. His release hits the back of my throat, hot and pulsing. I swallow convulsively, taking everything he gives me, not letting up until he's spent and shaking beneath me.
Only then do I gentle my touch, easing him through the aftershocks. When his body finally stills, I release him, sitting up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
Vaylen lies there, chest heaving, eyes closed. A soft smile curves his lips, satisfaction radiating from every pore. Seeing him vulnerable and utterly sated fills me with a warmth that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with love.
When he recovers, his weight presses me down onto scattered bedding. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, closer, until there's no space left between us. No room for doubt or betrayal or anything except this.
His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my gasp as he pushes inside.
The stretch sends lightning up my spine.
Not elemental power. It's just him, finally, mine without reserve.
His hips snap against mine, driving him deeper with each thrust. I gasp into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.
He swallows my cries, giving me no quarter, no chance to catch my breath.
His body claims mine, each powerful surge pushing me higher, winding me tighter. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him on. More. Faster, please.
He breaks the kiss, mouth trailing down my neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin. I arch into him, offering more, demanding everything. His hand finds my breast, thumb circling my nipple before pinching lightly. Sparks dance behind my eyelids, electric jolts zinging straight to my core.
"Oh, please," I pant, head thrashing side to side. "Don't stop."
He growls against my collarbone, a primal sound that vibrates through me. His pace quickens, hips pistoning like thunder. Each stroke hits that spot inside me. My vision blurs and my body sings.
Sweat slicks our skin, his chest sliding against mine with every frantic heartbeat.
The tent fills with our mingled scents—wind and leather, musk and sex.
I can taste him in the air, feel him in every pore.
We're merged, melded, one being in two bodies.
We move together with nothing gentle about it.
Nails rake skin. Teeth mark shoulders. Every thrust punches the breath from my lungs, and I meet him with equal force, taking everything he gives and demanding more.
The elements sing beneath our joined skin. Wind swirls around us in the confined space, lifting strands of hair, cooling sweat-slicked bodies. Fire sparks at my fingertips where I grip his shoulders. The earth hums beneath us.
—Rhealyn. Dragon's breath, Rhealyn, his voice in my mind comes as no surprise.
His hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit unerringly. He rubs in tight circles, pressure building fast and hot. My inner muscles clench around him, gripping tight. He groans, hips stuttering before resuming their relentless rhythm.
"Come for me, Rhealyn," he rasps. "Let me feel you come undone again."
His words send me spiraling higher. I'm close, so close. Every nerve ending alight, every muscle coiled tight. His fingers move faster, his cock driving deeper. Sensations spiral tighter and tighter, all feeling narrowed down to one spot.
Then it hits.
My orgasm slams into me like a storm surge, drowning out thought, reason, everything but raw sensation. I scream his name, convulsing around him, inner walls milking his shaft. He roars in response, body going rigid as his own release claims him.
We ride it out together, clinging to each other, shaking and gasping. His forehead rests against mine, eyes locked on my face. I see eternity in his gaze. A promise, a vow. No more lies, no more deception. Just this. Just us.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and racing hearts.
The wind dies. The elements settle back into dormancy, satisfied for now. I trace lazy patterns across his chest, feeling his pulse gradually slow beneath my palm.
"I meant it," he murmurs into my hair. "I love you."
The words hit differently now, weighted with everything we survived to reach this moment. I tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
"I love you too. More than I knew how to say before."
He kisses me again, softer this time. Reverent. The kind of kiss that makes promises neither of us will break. "I know."
Outside the tent, I hear the rustle of Screechclaws—the dragonesses—settling into their strange formations. Zephyros's presence brushes against my mind, warm and familiar and whole again. The dragoness waits somewhere beyond, patient as mountains.
Before dawn, we'll leave, but for now, wrapped in Vaylen's arms with our hearts beating in sync, we're exactly where we need to be.