Chapter 4 #3
Riftan swallowed her words with another kiss.
A shiver ran through her, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.
His hand slipped below her undergarment, and his fingers slid easily into the wetness between her thighs, producing a soft, slick sound.
Maxi’s insides melted, and her heart pounded against her chest.
“I want to enter you right here and now,” Riftan said, his breath hot on her neck as he pushed his fingers in deeper.
Maxi could not tell whether the intense sensations sweeping through her body were caused by fear or passion. Shuddering at the thought of someone watching them from the shadows, she clung to Riftan more tightly.
Riftan’s lips burned with his need as they brushed across her ears, neck, and collarbone.
His thick fingers thrusted gently in her tender flesh, and when Maxi moved her hips the way he had once taught her, Riftan bit her shoulder to the point of pain.
He panted heavily, like an eager hunting dog standing before an ensnared bird.
“Not even death could stop me today.”
With that, Riftan bounded up the last flight of stairs as Maxi clung to him.
He yanked open the door to their room, closed it behind them, and immediately undressed her, pulling her chemise down to her waist. Maxi suppressed a moan as Riftan’s mouth enveloped one of her breasts.
His tongue teased and circled the sensitive bud of her nipple, and his teeth grazed her skin briefly before he began to suck.
Disoriented by the soaring thrill shooting through her, Maxi writhed. “R-Riftan…”
“Let me have you,” he growled, and the command was almost a plea. “Don’t say you don’t want it.”
Maxi’s heart pounded dizzyingly under his intense gaze. “I…I…”
“I’ll die if I wait any longer,” he said, his voice cracking. “Let me fill you. Please.”
As his lips devoured hers again, the skin around Maxi’s eyes grew hot. Without a word, she wound her arms around his neck. In answer, Riftan embraced her fiercely, and they tumbled onto the bed.
Shame and excitement. Trepidation and anticipation.
A tangle of emotions swept through her as she dazedly kissed him, and the sheets bunched together like cotton clouds under them.
Riftan pulled out her hairpin, freeing her hair from its elaborate braid before tearing off her chemise.
The cool air on her bare skin roused the last bit of modesty left in her.
“W-We should b-bathe first…”
“So you can fall asleep again? Not a chance.” Riftan grabbed her breast and murmured against skin that was wet from his attention. “I’ll bathe you later, so…”
The rest of his words were lost to her as she surrendered herself to his touch, like dough in a baker’s hands. Each time the tip of his tongue swirled around her nipples, Maxi’s blood foamed and she arched into him.
“Th-This feels s-s-strange.” Her stutter was more severe than usual, but she was too overcome to feel embarrassed by it.
Riftan stroked her ears soothingly and placed himself between her legs. His hardness rubbed slowly against her, but they were still separated by the thin layer of his clothes. Though their bodies were pressed so close together, Maxi felt an unbearable emptiness.
“My heart might stop, I need you so badly.” Riftan’s breath tickled her neck. As he pressed his lips to hers again, he unfastened his trousers.
Their tongues intertwined gently, and Maxi clenched her eyes shut when she felt his hot flesh against her wetness. He entered her with a single deep thrust and Maxi squirmed, still unsettled by the sensation.
Every muscle in Riftan’s body tensed and he groaned. “Don’t tighten so much.”
“S-S-Sorry…”
“Breathe out,” Riftan coaxed her. “Yes, a little more…” His warm breath moistened her skin and smelled sweet like the wine at dinner.
Damp with perspiration, his raven locks tickled her forehead.
“Is this how it would feel to soak in hot cream?” Though Riftan’s words were pleasing, he looked like a man under torture.
Feeling a pulse where they were connected, Maxi tried to get used to the sensation of him filling her.
The friction of his coarse tunic against her bare skin was harsh but pleasant as their bodies rubbed together, tightly entwined like serpents.
Unable to bear it any longer, Maxi bucked beneath him, and Riftan began to move.
His thick length slowly slid into her before pulling out to the tip, only to thrust in deeper.
“Ah!” Maxi let out a loud moan. She became dewy with honey and a shivering pleasure reached the ends of her limbs. Moaning quietly, she arched her back.
Riftan leaned over her and put his mouth over her breasts, one and then the other, each suck rekindling the growing heat inside her.
She shook with his movements, and the warmth between her thighs surged and consumed her.
Her legs trembled as she reached her climax, and she squeezed. Riftan gasped and swelled inside her.
Losing all control of her actions, Maxi writhed beneath him.
Riftan’s body burned like red-hot iron, and weighed her down with urgent, fluid motions.
His intense gaze startled her, and she could almost see his heartbeat under the skin.
The primal movement inside her—a pain so passionate and sweet—overwhelmed Maxi.
As if a bolt of lightning had struck her, Maxi shuddered and arched, her own heart beating uncontrollably. She twisted in his arms to break free of the maddening sensations, but Riftan scooped her up and sat back, placing her on his lap.
“Ah! Ah…” Maxi gasped a moan.
Maxi found herself upright and facing him with her legs wrapped around his hips. She received him even deeper and shuddered again, the stimulation too much to bear.
Riftan held her tightly and whispered, “More…Just a little more, Maxi…”
She clung to him. Once broken open, her gates could not be closed.
Each time he sank into her, Maxi’s hips thrust to meet him, and her body squeezed around him, seeking more.
Just as she thought that she could no longer bear it, Riftan’s movements stopped, and something hot burst inside her.
She closed her eyes, a drop of sweat trickling down her cheek.
“I thought I was going to die,” Riftan whispered, licking the droplet.
Still in a daze, Maxi lifted her heavy eyelids and looked up at his flushed face. Through his disheveled hair, black eyes looked back, unsated.
“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” Riftan said and pressed his mouth to Maxi’s. He slowly rubbed the part where they were joined together, and her eyes snapped open.
Their bodies, still connected, quivered in the afterglow of pleasure. Riftan carefully laid her back on the bed, remaining inside her as he threw off his tunic. Finally unclothed, he grabbed her ankle and propped her leg on his shoulder, then lifted his hips.
Maxi let out a low moan, despite the obscene vision of their naked, writhing bodies that entered her mind. The clerics preached about the conduct of a virtuous wife, but she forgot their sermons as Riftan began to rock his body again.
“Ah…A-Ah…” Maxi moaned again, all hesitation gone.
“Look at this.” Riftan lifted her head so she could see how their bodies were joined.
The sight of him inside her was almost as shocking to her as the sensations he caused, and Maxi stifled her gasp.
Riftan slowly pushed himself deeper, until Maxi took him in to the hilt. He bent over her, his lean torso pressing hard against her, and with every thrust, wave after wave of searing pleasure rippled through her.
“Ah…!” Maxi whimpered and twisted her head away.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look. I’m inside you,” Riftan moaned and moved urgently inside her, a vein rising to the surface of his neck.
Caught between the impulse to push him away and the desire to embrace him, Maxi could only clench her hands in the blankets.
Shuddering, Riftan gritted his teeth and began to rock his hips with unrestrained need.
He swelled, his length sliding hard against her insides.
With each movement, he broke and remolded her, their lower bodies emitting wet sounds.
Maxi covered her face with her hands and moaned.
The agonizing rapture continued all through the night.
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Maxi awoke to the sound of raindrops striking the window.
Through her blurred vision, she could make out the droplets as they trickled down the window, and beyond the glass was a stormy sky.
The chilly air made her shiver, and as she drew the covers closer, Riftan’s arm slipped from her shoulders to pull her close against him.
Maxi blushed as his large hand settled over her breast. His thigh, hard as marble, was pressed between her legs, right where he had entered her countless times during the night.
Careful not to wake him, she turned to watch his sleeping form.
With his head half-buried in the pillows and his face so relaxed, Riftan looked almost innocent.
She shook her head. Innocent was the last word she would use to describe this man. Still, she could not take her eyes off his peaceful face. With his frown gone, he looked no older than twenty.
Maxi had a sudden urge to brush back his unkempt hair. At her touch, Riftan shook his head and mumbled sleepily. Her heart tripped in her chest, and she fought the desire to run her hand across his smooth forehead and cheeks.
“R-Riftan,” Maxi said softly. “It’s t-time to wake up….”
Though it was impossible to tell the time from the cloudy skies, she knew that they had been in bed for a long while.
Gingerly, she tried to slide out of his embrace, but Riftan murmured something unintelligible and nestled himself close against her.
The faint scent of sweat and musk emanating from him ignited a heat in her lower belly, and she held back a moan.