Page 42 of Chains of Love

"Fuck, Liri," Darak groans, his hands roaming down to grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the rock face. "You're going to be the death of me."

I laugh against his mouth, a sound that's all breath and need. "Then let's make it a glorious end."

His fingers fumble with the clasps of my robes, the cold metal biting into his skin. I shiver, though whether it's from the chill in the air or the anticipation building within me, I'm not entirely sure. Darak's crimson eyes are fixed on mine, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

"Patience," I whisper, my voice betraying a hint of amusement despite the urgency of my desire.

"I'm beyond patience," he growls, the clasps finally yielding under his determined hands. My robes fall open, revealing the thin undergarments beneath. Darak's gaze rakes over me, his appreciation evident in the way his eyes darken.

He drops to his knees before me, his hands deftly tugging at my pants. I lift my hips, helping him as he pulls the fabric down my legs, leaving me exposed to the biting wind—and to his hungry gaze.

His hands grip my thighs, spreading me open for him. I should feel vulnerable, but all I feel is a desperate need for his touch. He leans in, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh, and I can't help but whimper in anticipation.

"Darak, please..." The words slip from my lips, a plea for the release I know only he can give me.

His tongue darts out, tasting me, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he delves deeper, exploring me with a ravenous intensity that leaves me trembling.

"You taste like magic," he murmurs against my skin, the vibration of his words sending shivers down my spine.

I respond with a moan, my hips bucking against his mouth as his tongue circles my clit. His hands slide under me, gripping my ass and holding me in place as he feasts on me like a man starved.

He adds his fingers, thrusting into me in time with the movements of his tongue. My body arches off the cold stone at my back, the contrast between the harsh elements and Darak's warm mouth only heightening the sensations coursing through me.

"Gods, Darak..." My voice is a ragged whisper, lost to the wind as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.

His fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that sends me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping for breath.

Darak pulls back, his lips glistening as he watches me come undone. His eyes meet mine, and in them, I see a fierce satisfaction that mirrors my own.

"Beautiful," he says, his voice a low rumble that resonates in the quiet aftermath of my climax. "Think you can handle more?"

I bark out a laugh and shoot back, "I think that's a question for you."

21

DARAK

"Fuck, Lirien," I growl, my hands fumbling with the ties of my leather pants, desperate to free the aching length of me. She watches with wide, eager eyes, her breath hitching as I finally spring free, hard and ready.

With a swift motion, I lift her by the waist, her legs wrapping around me like a vice. The rocks behind her are unforgiving, but her grin is unyielding, a silent promise of shared ecstasy. I don't waste a moment, thrusting into her with a force that elicits a gasp, her body yielding to mine in a sweet, slick embrace.

Each stroke is a delicious friction, our bodies moving together with a rhythm as old as time. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, marking me, claiming me as hers. I can't help but smirk at the thought. The witch has some fire in her, after all.

"You feel so damn good," I whisper against her ear, my voice ragged with need. She responds with a moan, her head falling back to expose the delicate column of her neck. I nip at the skin, tasting the salt of her sweat, the magic of her essence.

I drive into her deeper, harder, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing in the stillness of the night. The bond between us pulses with every heartbeat, every shared gasp for air, everyshared thrust of our hips. It's as if we're two halves of a whole, finally aligned, finally complete.

"Darak," she cries out, her voice a symphony to my ears. It's a sound I've come to crave, a sound that I've unwittingly claimed as mine. I feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring, ready to unleash.

With a final, deep thrust, I send us both tumbling over the edge. Pleasure ripples through me, a cascade of sensation that seems to go on forever. I can feel her shattering around me, her own release milking me for every last drop.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies fused together, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. Slowly, I withdraw from her, already missing the heat of her. She slides down the rock face, her legs shaky, and I can't help but feel a twinge of pride at the sight of her well-fucked.

"Satisfied?" I ask smugly as I tuck myself back into my pants, watching as she straightens her robes, a contented smile playing on her lips.

"Not even close, sweetheart," she says with a wink, clasping her robes back together.

The mountain pathgrows treacherous as daylight fades, but Lirien presses on with unusual determination. Her steps quicken, forcing me to match her pace.

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