Chapter 3 #2
There was only the heady rush of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.
It coursed through her, filling her with a kind of wild heat, until she thought she would burst into flames.
He laved and licked, doing terribly wicked things with his tongue that sent her careening toward the edge of absolute oblivion.
The tip of his tongue danced across a sensitive bundle of nerves and when he slid one finger inside of her, Cyra’s eyes flew open.
Trembles wrecked her and he inserted another finger, working her in a slow, steady movement.
In and out. The pace was punishing. Excruciating.
She tilted her hips in a silent plea for more, yet he continued his leisurely pumping as his mouth teased her relentlessly.
“Reif!” she gasped, fisting her hands in his hair, fearful her knees would buckle at any moment.
He eased back a breath, his shoulders tensing. “Do you wish for me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No. No, please don’t stop. But I…I need…”
Reif looked up at her then, his beautiful eyes glazed with a sheen of desire. “Tell me what you need, my little fire queen.”
My little fire queen.
Oh, but she very much liked the sound of that.
Unfortunately, she had no idea how to properly form a coherent response.
She was throbbing. Aching. Fire scoured her veins, her pulse skittered uncontrollably.
Her lungs were too tight, each inhale crushed her lungs.
Tension coiled around her, dragging out the intense desire for something she couldn’t quite name.
It was as though every inch of her was alive, simmering and burning like a spark, ready to ignite.
“I don’t know.” The words tumbled from her on a half-broken sob. “I don’t know what I need, Reif. How will I ever be able to please my future husband and articulate my own wants if I don’t know what I want?”
All at once, everything stopped.
Cyra could finally breathe, and she filled her lungs with the scent of Reif, but the precipice of pleasure she’d been standing on crumbled away from her.
“Release.” Reif stood and gathered her into his arms. One hand came to rest at the small of her back, a soothing kind of comfort, while the other played with the curling ends of her hair. “It’s release you need, Cyra. And I have every intention of giving it to you.”
She wove her arms around his neck, enjoying the way her body molded to his, like she was made to fit perfectly against him. “I must say, I think I’m very much looking forward to that part of the lesson. Release sounds like waking from a dream.”
“A wet dream perhaps,” Reif murmured above her. “But an apt enough description I suppose.”
If it was any other time, she might have laughed at his amusing quip.
But instead, a sigh full of disappointment escaped her and she rested her forehead on his shoulder in defeat.
“This was a foolish idea. It’s obvious I am far too green for such an endeavor.
I shall be doomed to accept the rest of my sexual encounters flat on my back because I am not well-versed enough to ask for anything more adventurous. ”
Reif snared Cyra by the chin and forced her to face him.
“Don’t you dare disparage yourself. You are a goddess of both fire and beauty, and I will worship your body like a temple.
Every hour until the dawn breaks the horizon.
” His thumb grazed her cheek, like she was crafted from porcelain.
“Maybe we should start by giving you a little more confidence in the bedchamber?”
It was a damning thing, really. For Cyra was brimming with conviction and assertion in the image of society, yet apparently she was plagued with doubt and uncertainty once all of her clothing was removed.
“Perhaps.” She leaned back, admiring the sharpness of his jaw, his prominent cheekbones, and his rather full, delicious-looking lips. “What did you have in mind?”
Reif stepped back and unbuttoned his pants.
They fell to the ground in a heap and he kicked them away like an afterthought.
The slim blue shorts he wore were wonderfully snug, showcasing his very obvious arousal.
He took those off next, and when he stood fully and completely nude before Cyra, her lips parted in awe.
He was exquisite. Glistening bronze skin, sharply cut muscles, and an impressive, bulging length that looked impossibly too large to fit inside of her.
“You take the lead tonight.” Reif inclined his head, bowing slightly. “Touch what you want. Feel what you want. Taste what you want. And while you attempt to distract me, I will answer any questions you may have.”
“That’s incredibly kind of you, my lord.
” In fact, Cyra thought it was more than gracious of him.
As opposed to just taking what he wanted, which admittedly, she thought he might do, Reif was granting her the opportunity to explore him.
To learn and discover. To understand her wants and needs first, and to put them above his own.
It was terribly chivalrous, if such a term could be used within the walls of a bedroom. “And I do enjoy asking questions.”
“I know.” He grinned. Wide and dazzling. And Cyra’s heart stuttered. “I’m all yours, my lady.”
Burning skies.
Cyra smiled in return, but it wobbled.
If Reif kept looking at her like that all night, she’d lose more than just her virtue.
She’d lose her damn heart.