Page 82 of Aria's Desire

“Fucking…piercings!” she gasped breathlessly, eyes wide. “More. Give me more.”

Rellik felt his lips twitch in a smile. Watching her hungrily, he drew back and sank deep again, taking in every expression, every sigh, every moan as he built up to a hard, fast rhythm.

He was drunk on the way she grabbed for him as though she needed him to ground herself, consumed by the feeling of her slick pussy fisted so tightly around his length, undone by the lust and love that shone in equal measure from her eyes.

Pumping in and out, he rocked her over him with one hand on her ass and slid the fingers of his other through her hair, cupping the back of her head to hold her so he could see every flicker of pleasure she felt.

She didn’t hide anything from him, didn’t play coy or temper her reactions. She gasped, moaned, sank her nails into his flesh, and pumped her hips in time with his thrusts, meeting his passion and fervor with her own.

There was nothing practiced or calculated about their mating. It was messy and raw and beautiful. He'd never experienced anything like it, never experienced anything likeher. He forgot his training, too lost in her to want to control their frenzied movements.

“I love you,” he groaned, pulling her closer even as he slammed in and out of her faster. Burying his face in her hair, he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back his own release until he felt hers. “Fuck. Fuck. Love you.”

“Yes, god yes. Love you.” Aria coiled herself around him tighter, every word a moan.

The second he felt her walls tighten around his cock, heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her muscles tense, Rellik hissed and rammed deep.

Aria’s screams of ecstasy were the sweetest of songs in his ears. Knowing she’d found her peak, he let go and allowed his own. Clutching her writhing form to his chest, bowing his body around her smaller one, he came. His cock swelled until he couldn’t have pulled free of her even if he’d wanted to as his seed left him in jet after hot, blissful jet, filling her until she couldn’t hold anymore, and it seeped back out around the tight seal of his shaft.

Panting, feeling empty and sated and euphoric once their peaks abated, Rellik held Aria close, smoothing her hair back as they both caught their breaths. He stayed inside her even after he'd gone soft, needing to feel her against him.

When she began to stir, he slipped free of her warmth and lifted her onto the wide ledge along the back of the pool. Lying down beside her, he idly stroked a hand over her, touching every part of her he could reach as he asked her about her life, wanting to know her as deeply as she now knew him.

The only topic they left alone was the future. They didn’t discuss anything past their time here at Aehri. Rellik understood. That was a conversation to have with all of them.

Soon, their words turned into kisses, their idle touches into purposeful caresses. Their need for each other was less frantic that time but no less intense.

Rellik kissed, licked, and explored every inch of her, and not once did he feel himself slip back into that old role. Not once did he feel obligated or forced or that he had to do this for her. No, his motivations were selfish as he feasted on her.

He wanted—needed—to touch her everywhere, to know he could, to taste what was now his.

He played with her full breasts, sucking the hard buds of her nipples until her breaths became short and her hands demanding. He kissed his way down her stomach, finding all the little spots that made her squirm and moan, until he finally reached his prize.

Settling between her thighs, he gazed hungrily up the length of her body as he learned the most intimate part of her with lips and tongue. Gaia, but her taste was unlike anything else. She was sweet and slick, like honey coating his tongue. He could happily stay there for hours.

Only when she’d peaked for him twice did he move over her. They both gasped as he sank slowly inside her, feeling her body stretch to take him. They watched each other's pleasure, never breaking eye contact as he moved above her, keeping his thrusts unhurried despite the growing tension building between them.

When she made that particular sharp gasp he knew meant she was close, he picked up the pace, fucking her in hard, short strokes, needing to send her over that edge one final time before he allowed his own release.

Rellik gave a choked grunt when she dragged her nails down his back, his eyes rolling back. That bright spark of pain shattered his control in an instant. Unable to stop himself, he drove deep, and then he was coming, groaning as he pumped into her in hard, jerky thrusts, grinding his hips against hers.

Aria went rigid beneath him, sucked in a sharp breath that edged on a scream, and then she was bucking her hips up to meet him, her pussy tightening rhythmically on his swollen cock, drawing out his release until blackness was crowding in on the edges of his vision.

Only when she went limp beneath him did the hard waves of pleasure lessen enough to let him drag in a desperate breath. Sagging, he rested his forehead to hers.

When his head stopped swimming, and he thought he could move without falling right back down, he lifted her back into the bath and gently, lovingly bathed her, caring for her just as tenderly as she had him.

Aria struggledto open her eyes to more than slits. She felt languid and sleepy and very, very well-loved. She was more than ready to fall into bed, felt almost drunk on the mix of endorphins and exhaustion, so she stood passively as Rellik dried her off and brushed the tangles out of her hair.

When he finished and lifted her into his arms, she stayed limp and let him do as he liked. He carried her to the bed and laid her between the sleeping forms of Tirox and Kix, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her closed lid.

Expecting to feel him crawl into bed with them, she cracked open an eye when she heard the connecting door open instead. A frown flickered across her brow.

She almost called for him but hesitated at the last minute as Kix and Tirox curled their bodies around her, finding her even in sleep. She wanted Rellik and Sin in bed with her, wanted them close as she slept, but the words to call him back stayed unspoken.

Maybe it was knowing that inviting them into bed wasn’t up to her alone. But, even with exhaustion clouding her mind, she knew part of her was still suspicious that everything would come crumbling down around her, that this happiness would be snatched away before she could truly accept that it was real.

That part didn’t want to push, didn’t want to rock the boat and break what still felt so fragile and new.

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