Page 56 of Lich's Mate

KAVIAN

The boat ride back to Ikoth is smooth as it sails across the silky, black waters. Adrenaline pumps through my veins from the attack on Gorran’s men. This is a small victory for us, but it means a lot.

Every creak and groan of the boat is a symphony of triumph. Each wave it cuts through is a testament to our daring escape. The salty air mingles with the smell of burning oil from the lamps illuminating our way, making the night feel alive and full of promise.

Meera sits across from me, her eyes gleaming in the faint light, reflecting the same wild exhilaration that courses through me. There's an undeniable spark between us, ignited by the shared danger and victory. Her lips are slightly parted, and I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath she takes. It's as if she's drawing in the night itself, consuming its energy.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

She gives me a look that speaks volumes. Her gaze is fiery yet tender, determined yet unsure. She doesn't answer immediately but instead looks out into the darkness surrounding us. The moonlight dances on her face, highlighting her symmetry, her beauty that’s only enhanced by her fierce resilience.

"I'm more than just alright," she finally says, turning back to face me. Her voice is steadfast, her tone leaving no room for any doubt or fear.

With every moment we travel away from Gorran’s accomplices, I feel an unspoken bond solidifying between us. This bond—weaving together strands of respect, partnership, and burgeoning desires—pulls us closer till our bodies are mere inches apart.

The silence we share isn’t uncomfortable. It's filled with the mutual understanding of what we've just survived together—and perhaps more importantly—with what lies ahead for both of us. As I reach out to tangle my fingers with hers, our fate seems to be sealed under the star-studded sky.

This journey back to Ikoth is unlike any other I’ve ever experienced—and it isn’t just about sailing on smooth waters after a small victory—it’s about carving a future together, driven by shared courage, unwavering hope, and an undercurrent of passion that neither of us can deny any longer.

There’s a magnetic pull between us and my hands find themselves around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing against me. Her fingers weave themselves into my hair as she leans into me, closing the small gap that separates us. Her breath mingles with mine before our lips crash together in a storm of passion and longing.

As our fervor increases, we clumsily make our way towards the berth. Our clothes are shed carelessly along the way, unwanted barriers discarded like fallen leaves. When we finally tumble onto the bed in our private quarters, it creaks under our weight, matching rhythm with our beating hearts.

I swoop down to capture her lips as my hand begins kneading her breast, her gasp swallowed by my mouth as I explore her. Our bodies move together in a dance as old as time, heat and passion consuming us. Her hands trace a fiery trail down my back, causing me to shudder beneath her touch.

I pull away from her lips only long enough to gaze into her eyes. They are pools of liquid fire, mirroring the same wild desire that courses through my veins.

"I want you," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek before trailing downwards, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. She arches beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as she pulls me closer to her. I lick the shell of her ear and my fingers move between her legs where I begin rubbing circles on her clit.

Her back arches off the bed as a gasp escapes her. I can feel her warmth seeping into my fingertips as I continue to touch her. Her breath hitches, and she clutches at the sheets beneath her. I lower my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasps and moans as my fingers work their magic.

Her nails dig into my back, but the sting of it only brings me more pleasure. It's a tangible reminder of what we share in this moment—a raw, primal connection that goes beyond mere physical attraction.

"Kavian," she murmurs against my lips, the single word ringing in my ears like an incantation. It stirs something deep within me, making me groan and press myself against her even more.

Lost in the overpowering sensation, time loses its meaning. The rhythm of our bodies, the taste of her on my tongue, and the heady scent of our arousal fill the cabin as we continue our dance of passion.

Just when I think she is on the brink, I slow down my movements. I can feel her frustration as her body craves for release but I don't want this to end just yet. I want us to savor every single moment.

I give her a moment to calm down before resuming my movements. Her legs tremble. I know she’s close.

“Look at me,” I growl.

Her eyes flutter open, glazed with need and desire. The intensity of her gaze is enough to steal my breath away.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, my words barely audible over the crashing waves outside and the beating of our hearts.

A blush stains her cheeks as she tucks her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes flit down to my lips, then back up again. Her body is a canvas of pleasure under my hands, every moan and gasp from her like strokes of a master painting their masterpiece.

The fire in her eyes accentuates her beauty under the dimly lit cabin, everything about this moment feels surreal. It's like we're in a world of our own where only we exist.

I continue to stroke her, watching as she writhes beneath me, lost in the pleasure I'm eliciting from her. Her fingers claw at my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Kavian," she whispers again, this time pleadingly.

That's all it takes for me to lose control. My actions become more urgent, more desperate as I feel her walls clenching around my fingers. The coil in her belly tightens further and I can sense she's on the edge.

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