Chapter 33 #3
Rionan began moving the washcloth in slow, soothing circles, applying just enough pressure to work through some of the tension being held in Alianna’s shoulders.
She let go of a long, drawn-out breath, letting her head drop forward.
She was not expecting a simple cloth and a bit of warm water to feel so luxurious against her skin, as Rionan worked his way across her back.
It may have been the firmness of his touch, the care within it, that left her stomach flipping as he took one of her hips within his hand and ran the cloth over the other.
After giving so much attention to her back, Rionan pulled on her hip gently, requesting that Alianna turn around.
She did so, giving in to his touch, and she kept her eyes closed.
She could not miss the faint growl of satisfaction that escaped him as he studied her.
Her hips. Her bare torso. Her breasts. Her nipples, peaked in the evening temperature.
Alianna heard the washcloth enter the water once again, and Rionan brought it up to her collarbone, repeating the same small circles that he had made on her back.
He moved across, from one side to the other, before taking the cloth down – so torturously slowly – to her left breast. She felt the warm water trickling down her skin as he moved, sliding over her nipple, down over her stomach, and absorbing into the waistline of her trousers.
As Rionan made the same small circles over the tender flesh of her breast, Alianna began to grow slick with desire.
She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him, letting out an audible groan of satisfaction. This seemed to have the desired effect as Rionan once again reached up to grip her hip, his fingers pressing into her skin more firmly than they had the first time.
Rionan continued moving the washcloth in the same soothing, tender circles, and she heard the rasp of his breath as he moved it down to her nipple, stroking over it gently.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Alianna bit her bottom lip as he moved to the underside of her breast, cupping it gently as he did so.
Rionan bent down to add more warm water to the cloth, but he did not let go of her hip as he went. She felt his breath against the planes of her stomach as he moved. Alianna gently shifted on the spot, her body crying out to him with pure need.
Rionan stood, repeating the same tauntingly slow attentive strokes to her right breast, driving Alianna wild with the desire his touch created.
When he had been thorough enough to move on, he slid the washcloth between her breasts, so slowly that Alianna could feel her core beginning to ache for how much she wanted this man.
She was at the mercy of his sensual touch.
Rionan reached the waistline of her trousers and paused there, tilting his head to graze a kiss over Ali’s exposed neck. He stepped a fraction closer to Alianna, and she felt the evidence of what this was doing to him pressing into her, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
She let out a soft whimper of encouragement, and that was all the permission that Rionan needed.
Without speaking, he dropped the washcloth to the floor and slipped his hand below the fabric of her trousers, of her underwear, and ran a finger through the hot, slick core of her that awaited him.
His finger moved across her sensitive bundle of nerves like she was made of silk, and he groaned into her neck.
“Do you know how good you smell when you want me?” he whispered into the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe. He moved his finger down again, pulling up slowly, drawing slow circles that made her body light up with pleasure and made her squirm with desperate need.
“Do you know how good you taste when my mouth is on you?” he said between kisses, working his way down her neck.
As he spoke, he moved his finger over Alianna, drawing it up and down.
Up, and down. Up, and down. So devastatingly slowly.
She could feel herself growing wetter, and she began to throb with a desire that she had never experienced with another man before Rionan.
She wanted his mouth on her. On her breasts. Across her skin. She wanted to feel his tongue gliding over her, lapping at her until he drove her to the brink of ecstasy.
She wanted to feel him inside of her. His fingers. All of him. She wanted him to bury himself in her until she was dizzy with pleasure.
She wanted to feel the way he held on to her as he pumped himself inside of her, hear him groaning for her, her name spilling out of his mouth like a lyric as he found his release.
Alianna didn’t care that they were in a camp full of other people. She wanted all of this, and wanted it now.
“Do you know how wild you drive me when you’re thinking of me?
” Rionan asked, running his tongue down her skin to her awaiting breast, repeating the same circles over her nipple that he had done with the washcloth.
“Do you know what it does to your scent? You’re irresistible, Alianna.
I could walk into a room, breathe you in, and I wouldn’t care who was there.
I’d tell them all to leave, bend you over the nearest available surface, and fuck you until neither of us could remember where we were. ”
As Rionan spoke, he plunged a finger into her core. He pulled Alianna into him with his other hand, pressing his palm to her back, as he continued circling her nipple with his tongue.
This is torture. Alianna thought as she fought back a moan, knowing that there was nothing keeping the sound from leaving their tent. Pure – fucking – torture.
Rionan pulled his finger out of her slowly, adding a second, and thrust them back inside of her.
She tilted her head back, biting her lip in an attempt to remain silent, and he curled his fingers upwards, pressing against her inner walls repeatedly, drawing her closer to her climax.
She sank lower onto him, and he smiled against her, the sharp points of his canines caressing her skin.
“Can you do anything about the fact that this tent is not soundproof?” she forced out between ragged breaths as she began riding his hand.
“I cannot use my power until I am ready to return it to Xanthia. Would you like me to stop - ”
“No,” she interrupted, grinding herself on his fingers. He laughed and moved over to her other breast, running his tongue over her in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
“I could get Thallax to create a sound shield, if you’d like. I would have to go and find him, though. That could take a while.” He ground out, his pace quickening as she whimpered, fighting to keep the sound contained.
“No,” she repeated, “don’t stop. Gods, Rionan, don’t stop.”
Rionan growled against the skin of her breast and continued moving his fingers inside of her, the evidence of her arousal drenching his hand and her underwear.
He stood, claiming her mouth, their tongues intertwining as he brought her to the edge of oblivion.
Alianna wrapped her hands around his neck as pleasure rolled through her body, pulling him in to her, and he swallowed each of her moans with lust-filled kisses.
When Alianna had stopped writhing against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers, pulling his hand up out of her trousers.
He brought his hand up to his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on Alianna’s.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he slid his two fingers into his mouth and slowly sucked all traces of her off of him.
Alianna’s core began pulsing with a desperate heat as she grabbed his trousers and started unfastening them, pulling them down so violently that Rionan laughed to himself.
The proud length of him sprang free, prompting Alianna to yank down her own trousers, sitting back on the bed and exposing herself fully to him, propping herself up with her forearms.
She was not messing around.
She wanted him. She wanted him now.
“Can you stay quiet?” he taunted, bending down and lowering his body over hers, kissing her while he waited for his answer. Rionan’s eyes remained on hers, a flicker of amusement glinting within them.
“Can you?” was her only reply, as she bit his bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth.
This undid something in Rionan, and he growled softly, thrusting himself into her with none of the teasing that she had anticipated.
He pushed in deeply, sliding into her with such ease, and filling her so perfectly that Alianna’s head dropped back in pleasure.
Rionan stilled, not moving, and Alianna savoured the feeling of him being inside her so fully.
“None of that silly making me beg, today?” he whispered into her ear, his voice husky with restraint.
“Do I look like I’m wasting time with begging?” came Alianna’s hushed reply, as she ground her hips in slow circles, the feeling of his cock inside of her sending waves of pleasure through her. Rionan groaned into her ear, and she smiled to herself.
“Shhh,” she reminded him, tucking her hips back underneath her and pulsing upwards, thrusting gently against him.
“You fucking incredible female,” Rionan gritted out, pulling out slowly, just to sheath himself back within her with a swift, hard thrust. He repeated the action – withdrawing slowly, only to push back in to her with ferocity and firmness.
“Do you know,” Alianna mused, her words coming in breathy rasps. “That I have barely ever heard you swear – I’m pretty sure you’ve only done it during sex?”
“Keep driving me as wild as you do, Alianna, and I will start saying a lot worse,” he gritted, thrusting at the same sensual pace.
“Gods, since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. I knew it when you looked at me under that Wisteria Arch. I could have picked you up right there and had you against a tree. I can’t always be a gentleman.
Not when you get so wet for me, and I get so hard when I touch you.
When I fuck you. Gods, when I release my power back into this world and fuck you under the stars, Ali.
The stars will fall from the sky with the way you make me feel. ”
Alianna squeezed against him, and he cursed under his breath, his thrusts coming harder and faster.
Alianna arched her back against him, running her hands through his hair, kissing him to keep from moaning so audibly that anyone in a nearby tent could hear.
Rionan ran his hands down to her hips while she kept her own arms wrapped around his neck.
He took hold of her, the tips of his fingers pressing into her soft curves, as he pulled her towards the edge of the bed.
He slowed his pace again as he began withdrawing fully, just to gently push every glorious inch of him back inside her.
The feeling of him leaving and re-entering her was good, so fucking good, and she didn’t want it to end.
“You’ll be the death of me,” she laughed against his mouth as he brought a hand around to her front, dipping his fingers down towards the apex of her thighs.
She let go of him so that he could pull back for better access.
He stood over her as he worked himself in and out of her, beginning to trace his fingers over her in slow circles, like he wanted to wring out every drop of pleasure – without waking the whole camp.
She opened her eyes to see him staring at where his body met hers, his eyes aflame with pure desire.
Knowing that he was watching himself moving in and out of her sent her over the edge.
He stroked her sensitive bundle of nerves as she reached her climax, bucking against him.
Alianna brought one of her hands to her mouth to stifle her moans of pleasure as he continued to move within her through her orgasm.
As if watching her had been his undoing, Rionan quickened his pace again, slamming into her with a final few thrusts until he found his own release.
Alianna watched as he threw his head back, a long, drawn-out moan escaping him, while he continued running his fingers over her delicate folds like he couldn’t get enough.
As he stilled, Rionan looked down at her, where she lay panting. He looked like a god from this angle. Carved from marble and stone, sent here to worship her, mind, body, and soul.
“Do you think they heard us?” she whispered. Rionan laughed.
“I think,” he winked knowingly, pulling himself from her and lying down next to her.
He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her tightly into his embrace.
“Thallax had put a sound shield around this tent as soon as he realised that I’d arrived here, bonded to another.
He knows what it’s like. Nobody heard a thing. ”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked, shooting him a look.
Rionan grinned up at her with pure male smugness. “Because watching the faces you pulled and the things you did while you tried not to make too much noise was very, very hot.”