Page 69 of Nightingale

“I know that you sleep deep, that thunderstorms bother youand you love them anyways. That you love the way the light crackles across the sky, or the rain that pelts the earth. I know that you love the way it smells afterwards.”

Vrea didn’t know how he knew that since they’d never experienced a storm together, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the upward trail his delicate finger was making.

“And?” She whispered as he found her chin, her cheek.

“And,” Rian said softly as he ran his thumb over her lips. They parted for him and he groaned as she licked his thumb with a quick flick. “I know the little noises you make when my fingers are inside of you. I know the moans you emit when I kiss you rough, hard. But I want to know more. I want to know how you’d cry out whenI’minside you. I want to know what you feel like while I fuck your mouth.”

There was a hot heat in between her legs, a wetness that pooled from her core as he murmured the sinful promises to her, at her, for her. She rubbed her thighs together in desperation for any sort of friction. Vrea bit her lip as he came down, stealing a breath.

“I think I’m going to find out, too.” He uttered.

Rian closed the distance.

She met him, surging up to wrap her legs around his hips as he kissed her. There was no time for gentle, no time for slow, passionate kisses.

This was not going to be making love.

She wanted him tofuckher like he hated her.

Rian seemed more than happy to oblige, striding to her bedroll and kneeling down, lowering her with it. She went to protest as he withdrew, only to tear his shirt off and find her once again.

His mouth was warm, hot even.

She wanted it everywhere, but there was time for that later. He growled against her lips and she returned it with a snarl that he chuckled at, hands roaming all over her small breasts, delvingunder the shirt and circling her peaked nipples. She gasped as he pinched them, twisting and turning in a circular motion though the cloth of her underthings.

Rian didn’t bother to remove her from her tunic, yanking up from the waistband of her pants, unearthing the cord that kept them on. He set it aside, in a place that she’d be able to find later. He wriggled the fabric and she lifted her hips to help him, earning a biting kiss in response as he freed her of them.

She was bare from the waist down and he didn’t remove his mouth from hers as he sank his hand towards her torso, tracing over her toned stomach and lower, lower until he arrived where she wanted him most.

Vrea groaned as he plunged a single finger in her, cursing at the wetness he found.

“Everytime I touch you, even so much asthinkabout touching you, and you’re gods-damnedsoaked.” He pushed out through clenched teeth, withdrawing and thrusting back in. “It’s almost like you think about this often, as if it turns you on to think about your enemy sinking into you.”

Vrea tried to keep quiet, tried to hold back.

He didn’t like that.

Rian removed his hand, leaning over her as he removed his boots, then his pants, at last standing bare before her. She swallowed, taking in his naked gloriousness, eyes guttering on what lay between his legs. He stroked himself once, twice, thrice before finding the bedroll once more and settling between her legs. She spread them even further for him, allowing him access with a silent plea in one.

“Fuck.” Rian swore, licking his lips at how she glistened for him. He brought the tip of himself towards her entrance and the probing feel was enough to make her burst into flames.

“Now,” She rasped, grabbing his hips and lowering him until he was flush against her. “I need you, now.”

“Well when you say it like that,” He trailed off and with a fluid motion, sank into her with a delicious pinch of pain and pleasure. Her mouth popped open and the Prince took that opportunity to close it with his own.

His tongue stroked hers, clashing against her teeth as he rammed into her, no slow pace to be found. She didn’t want it from him. She wanted the hard slam of his hips against hers, the pinch of her breasts and the roughness he’d promised her before.

Rian gave it all to her.

He was unhinged, grunted like a wild beast as he took her, over and over again. He held her firm, kissing her with a passion that could never be compared. He was fast fire against her, burning her until she felt like she would combust.

With every push and pull, he met her until he was fully seated inside of her. His pepper and smoke, mango twisted scent wrapped around her to the point where she couldn’t smell anything but him, and didn’t want to.

Vrea whimpered as the build began, as her finish teased her from a far off distance that was just outside of her grasp. He watched the way she threw her head back, panting as she tried desperately to follow it, as she chased it. Rian sped up, allowing her to, pleasure sparkling across her skin like silver and white stars that exploded in the midnight sky. She chased them all as her skin rippled, her breasts tightened and her lungs exploded. Even her heart pounded with a fast pace that she could barely follow with her breaths.

He groaned, the very end of him hitting the very back of her, and she was entirely filled. He fondled her breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and as he swirled his skillful tongue around the bud, she clamped down on him, burying her face into his shoulder as she whimpered his name. Fireworks skittered across her skin as she gasped, head spinning and reeling from theprolonged gap that she’d gone without sex.

It was a longer, more intense break than she’d experienced before, including riding her own hand.

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