Page 52 of Nightingale

One night of passion couldn’t hurt.

“Because I’m a selfish person.” Vrea answered at last, knowing that she’d paused to stare at his sensual mouth and that he’d been fully aware of it.

That he allowed it.

It seemed that Rian wanted this as much as she did, otherwise he’d be halfway across the path by now to avoid the very hungry way that she was looking at him. She saw the same look reflected in his startling eyes, in the way the brilliant colour darkened to a midnight blue.

“Selfish?” He asked, drawing back an inch.

She lost some of the warmth, her hand still resting on his torso. It was firm and corded with muscle under her touch, and she wanted to see if the rest of him felt like that.

“Selfish because we are rivals, enemies in warring Kingdoms. Selfish because I’m supposed to hate you.” Vrea explained, trying to keep the pleading for him out of her tone. “Right now though, I hate you a little less than I should.”

“Right now,” Rian started, “Because why?”

“Because I want you to kiss me again- more than anything else.” It came out breathy, lustful and fast. “Because I want you to finish what you started in the hallway on Castil’s night of the celebration and I don’t want you to stop this time.”

His answering dip of his head was all of those things and more. He surged to close the distance between them and she almost melted against him. He was just as she remembered from nearly a month ago, demanding and ravenous and she wanted it all.

Rian took a fistful of her short hair in his hands, stroking up and down as he kissed her again. She dragged her hands uphis torso, feeling the years of hard work under her palm and admiring it all. He was a ridiculously attractive man in the rough hewn way of a warrior. Bulk and strength and power all rolled into one figure.

He leaned even further and she moved with him until her spine met the bedroll but no complaint came from her as his lips nudged hers. She nipped at his bottom one and he groaned. It vibrated against her mouth and stirred a honeyed want in between her thighs.

Rian shuddered as she wrapped her legs around him and the hardness pressed into the place where she wanted him most.

A soft whimper left her throat and that caused some sort of surge to occur in him. He was feral, wanting, demanding as he broke away from the kiss only to pepper her neck in them instead. Her flesh felt charged, electric as he licked the spot where her shoulders started and he traced her collarbones with his tongue.

“I think I promised you something before we were so rudely interrupted.” Rian growled into her chest as he found the clasp on her belt and set it aside, aiming for the buttons on her coat next. He slipped them out with ease, urging her out of it with one arm at a time.

She let him undress her, massaging his forearms as he moved to her trousers, pulling at the lace that kept them closed. And when that first finger sank below the band of her simple under things, he swore at the wetness that she’d been sensing.

“Rian,” Vrea panted, flicking her hips in a circle against his palm as he teased her. Her body called for friction and she could focus on nothing but his hand as one finger plunged inside of her. Her pants were half on, half off but she didn’t care.

“I think I’m too injured at the moment to take you fully, so my fingers will have to do,for now.” His voice sent a deep rumble through her as he slowly pumped in and out, circling the nub atthe very back of her wall that she felt all the way into her very soul. “But rest assured, Vre, that I plan to fuck you as soon as I can.”

She gasped as he entered her with another, stretching her and cursing at how tight she was. There were no words in her mouth, no sentence in her head, nothing but the sensation alone as he moved in and out. Rian hastened the pace after a good minute, an increased pressure building with each slam he sent into her.

Her own hand tensed on his toned shoulder, gripping him for dear life as he brought his mouth back down to hers. Vrea met him, kiss for kiss and stroke for stroke as soon as his tongue pushed past the border of her lips.

Rian moved in tandem with his wicked fingers, and she knew she wasn’t far off from the pure, undiluted bliss that occasionally came if her partner knew the right technique.

It seemed as though Rian did.

Burst by burst, wave by wave, she was tight and loose at the same time, ready to explode and urging him on by adding to their fast kisses. He was there for it all, swallowing her moans as he continued to quicken, as if he sensed that she was close to a finish.

It had been so long.

“I want you to cry out my name,” The male uttered between the presses of his lips. “I want you to say it so that you knowwhosefingers are inside of you when you come.”

Notif,butwhen.

The astounding confidence in his bedroom skills gave her a stroke of pleasure, of something divine that sped everything up. She whimpered, biting her bottom lip as he licked it, slamming in harder than before. Her body bowed off the ground and his name fell from her tongue as she exploded.

His answering chuckle brought sparks dancing about her sensitive skin as she rode the pleasure out for as long as shepossibly could, mouth agape. Rian stopped his fingers as he felt her clamp down on him, stilling for the entirety of her release.

With each pulse that came, the intensity lowered.

Until the point where her chest heaved and her head met the earth as she exhaled loudly.

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