Chapter Twenty-Two #15
She writhed with desire as his hardness pressed down on her stomach. He cupped one breast in his hand and gently kneaded it as he rubbed himself against her. Sweat beaded all over Maxi’s flushed skin as she gasped for breath, overwhelmed by his sensual movements.
There was nothing small or soft about him. His long, muscular legs were as firm as a stallion’s, while his marble-like shoulders were too broad for her arms to wrap fully around them. It amazed her how such a big, muscular man could be so graceful.
Maxi impatiently drew his sinewy waist closer to her. “R-Riftan…hurry.”
Fire blazed in his eyes. He covered her body with fervent kisses before finally entering her with a slow, measured thrust. Maxi inhaled sharply as she felt him stretch her to her limit. Even though he had sufficiently warmed her up, she still felt pain.
“W-Wait…something…feels strange,” she panted. “I-It’s not like before….”
Riftan clenched his teeth. “That’s because it’s been a while. Try to relax.” Drops of sweat shone on his forehead. “Try to breathe out slowly. Yes…just like that…. I’ll enter slowly….”
Maxi’s eyes grew wide. She could not believe that he had yet to enter her fully.
Riftan sank into her a little deeper, and Maxi tensed at the overwhelming weight pressing down on her.
Feeling her stiffen, Riftan stroked her waist with his warm, rough hands and lavished kisses on her breasts, melting her body under his caresses.
He slowly pulled out of her, only to plunge deep inside her once more. Their hips rocked together as he slid in and out of her over and over. The pain soon lessened as he began to move in a familiar rhythm, and sharp pleasure began bubbling up inside her.
Maxi bit down on her lip to stop her moans from careening out of her throat. Seeing this, Riftan pushed a finger into her mouth.
“Don’t bite your lip.”
Maxi tried to spit his finger out, but all rational thought left her head when he thrust into her again. Panting, she bit down hard on his finger. She could not help it. He was too big, and she was too small. He was sturdy while she was soft. Oddly, the contrast only heightened her arousal.
Riftan restrained himself until she reached her climax. When she finally grew tense and arched her back, tremors raking through her body, he abruptly pulled out of her.
Breathless, Maxi looked up at him with utter disappointment. She was still dazed from the aftermath of her climax when Riftan deftly flipped her over and entered her again from behind with one swift push of his hips.
She clawed at the tapestries strewn over the bed, her face buried in her pillow. Apparently not content at having brought her to the pinnacle once, Riftan pushed her to even greater heights with every thrust.
Her mind reeled with pure pleasure. She kept her blurred gaze fixed on the corner of the tent in a feeble attempt to maintain some level of sanity as passion consumed her like wildfire.
Each time she gasped for air, the tent’s unique scent of dirt, faint musk, and burning wood filled her lungs.
The sensitive tips of her breasts chafed against the rough tapestries as her body rocked back and forth.
Sliding a hand under her stomach, Riftan raised her hips and pushed even deeper inside her. Her still-sensitive body raced to a climax for the second time.
Maxi sobbed as her body convulsed, her back arching and her toes curling. Pleasure surged through her as Riftan peppered her back with kisses.
It was only after her third climax that he finally came. She felt him pulse against her swollen flesh as his hot essence erupted inside her. Spent at last, he slumped on top of her like a sated lion. Maxi melted in ecstasy beneath him.
He cursed under his breath. “Damn it…I’ve been staying away to avoid this….”
When the overwhelming sensation of his climax passed, he slowly withdrew. Flinching at the emptiness, Maxi turned to look at him.
She caught him looking down remorsefully at her listless body before he got out of bed. He returned with a basin of water and a towel. Maxi wanted to sit up, but she was unable to move an inch from the stiffness in her inner thighs and the limpness in her limbs.
“Did I hurt you?” Riftan asked.
Maxi shook her head. “N-No…I’m just…a l-little sore.”
Cursing under his breath, Riftan used the cool towel to carefully wipe the sweat and semen from her body. Maxi surrendered herself to his care despite her embarrassment. She had no energy left to even lift a finger.
When he was done, he cleaned himself before returning to lie beside her. A tranquil silence fell over them, and they lay staring at the shadows swaying on the ceiling for a long time, entwined in each other’s arms.
Finally, Riftan said, “Starting tomorrow, I’ll have Garrow guard you as well. Both he and Ulyseon are as skilled as any knight. Having them with you should dissuade others from repeating today’s incident.”
“I-I don’t think that’s necess—”
Riftan gripped her uninjured wrist. He looked frightening as he glowered at her in the dark. “If I had my way, I would send you back to Anatol immediately. The only reason I haven’t done so is that I know that would be even more dangerous.”
Wincing, Maxi replied in a weak voice, “But…I-I do not wish to occupy…any more of your men….”
“I only brought Ulyseon and Garrow along so they could gain experience before they are officially knighted,” Riftan said. “They don’t participate in any of the battles, so stop your needless worrying.”
He spoke so firmly that Maxi could not object. She pressed her lips together. Evidently not wishing to ruin the peaceful moment further, Riftan clenched his mouth shut, despite clearly wanting to continue.
Maxi buried her face in his shoulder. She felt him growing hard again as they caressed each other beneath the thin blankets. However, Riftan only patted her gently on the back as though he were lulling a baby to sleep.
Soothed by his tenderness, Maxi slowly drifted off into a deep slumber. All the anxiety and fear she had carried with her evaporated in the warmth of his embrace. Nestled in his arms, she felt a brief, blissful reprieve from the world and its troubles.