Twenty-six #2
The exquisite pleasure building at that point sent Ariadnne to the edge of sanity.
She moaned and arched towards Nieve, who pressed closer still.
Ariadnne was desperate, and as if reading her mind, Nieve tilted her hips so that her leg slid between them—pressing against Ariadnne’s most sensitive parts and the intense ache that built there.
‘Gods, Nieve…I…’ Ariadnne stammered, unable to finish as Nieve released her hand and worked at the ties of her robe, tugging it to bare Ariadnne’s skin, scars and all.
‘Beautiful…’ Nieve’s eyes shone as she traced Ariadnne’s caramel, broken skin, her fingers trailing between her breasts down to her navel. Ariadnne’s breath stuttered, every part of her aching for Nieve to continue. To touch her where she needed to be touched.
Instead, Nieve lowered her head to her breast, and Ariadnne’s sharp inhale echoed down the corridor as Nieve’s warm tongue teased her nipple before taking it in her mouth, sucking and swirling.
Shudders rippled through Ariadnne’s body as she felt every stroke, intensifying her need until her knees weakened.
Pausing, Nieve rose to meet Ariadnne’s eyes, asking for permission as her hand trailed lower. Ariadnne’s skin tingled in its wake as it hovered over her core. Ariadnne inhaled sharply, her body pulsing as she pressed herself forwards into Nieve’s hand. It was all the permission Nieve needed.
‘Ariadnne…’ Nieve pressed her lips to Ariadnne’s as she dipped her fingers between Ariadnne’s legs, groaning as she found the evidence of how much Ariadnne needed her.
Her touch was gentle at first, teasing Ariadnne’s sensitive flesh with one hand as she traced the angle of her jaw with the other, gaze fixed on her face. Ariadnne bucked, the pleasure building so intense it threatened to shatter her.
‘Nieve…I…’
She forced a hand between them, pressing Nieve harder against her sex, needing more.
Nieve complied, circling faster until Ariadnne’s head tipped back, prayers to Dianea on her lips.
The world fell away, nothing else mattering but Nieve’s lips crashing into hers as she learned exactly what touches made Ariadnne shudder and gasp.
Then Nieve’s knee was between Ariadnne’s legs, nudging her legs further apart as she moved to nuzzle her neck.
Ariadnne knew she was lost. There was nothing but Nieve and the heady sense of rightness that followed as Nieve bit down, claiming that sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder at the same time as pushing deep inside her, filling her with the most exquisite pressure that…
that… Ariadnne groaned, her legs struggling to keep her upright as Nieve moved her hand, pushing deeper and deeper into Ariadnne’s sweetly aching centre.
Nieve’s gaze turned reverent as she pulled back to meet Ariadnne’s eyes. The tenderness in her expression was enough to bring Ariadnne to the edge.
‘You’re safe,’ Nieve whispered.
Ariadnne had known, but not known, what this would be like.
It was a loss of everything she knew, and a gain of so much more.
Nothing else mattered but Nieve’s lips on hers and the exquisite feel of her hand inside of her.
Ariadnne’s breaths came as ragged gasps as she spiralled, Nieve wresting every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Lips pressed together, their heated breaths mingled.
As though reading her mind, Nieve moved, sending a wave of lightning through Ariadnne’s nerves.
She bit down on Nieve’s lip again to prevent herself crying out as the feel of Nieve’s thumb brushing against her apex almost brought her to her knees.
Wave after wave of building pleasure shuddered through her body until she couldn’t tell where she ended, and Nieve began.
When her release came, it ripped through her body in the most intense wave, making her cry out and cling to Nieve to keep herself upright.
Fingers of frost zig-zagged across the wall behind them as Nieve’s fingers gripped tighter, holding her together as silver scales rippled unbidden across Ariadnne’s skin.
With a shattering, burning fire, it barrelled through her, along with a building sensation of something new, deep in her chest.
It was something both connected and separate to what she’d just experienced.
A deep uncoiling that was both alien and familiar, an end and a beginning.
This unfurling, aching something continued to expand, spreading down her abdomen and through her limbs even as the throbbing between her legs subsided, leaving her breathless. Nieve leaned back, a slight frown sharpening her delicate features—she felt it too.