Chapter 127: Not done [R18]

Rylan dressed her first.

He used his own cloak to dry her body, slow and careful. The cloth moved over her shoulders, down her back, across her stomach and thighs. Her skin was still warm from everything they had done, and every pass of the fabric made her breath catch a little. He helped her into her clothes next. The fabric clung in places because she was not fully dry, but she was warm. When he finished, he lifted her into his arms so her healing leg would not have to take any weight.

They moved through the settlement in silence. The paths were empty. Soft lantern light glowed from a few doorways. Crickets sang loud in the dark. Everyone else was already asleep. The night air felt cool against their still-damp skin.

Anaria rested her head against his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart and feel the solid strength of his arms around her.

"Is Ana with Kenai?" she asked quietly.

Rylan nodded. "Yes."

She let out a soft breath. "Good. Then we will not disturb her."

He looked down at her. A small smile touched his mouth, but his eyes stayed dark. The heat from the stream had not left either of them.

They reached her shelter. It was small and private, the place she slept alone. Rylan pushed the flap open with one shoulder and carried her inside. The air was warmer here, quiet, closed off from the rest of the settlement. He set her down carefully on the bedding.

She looked up at him.

He looked down at her.

Neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy with everything that had just happened by the water and everything still waiting between them.

Rylan reached for her first.

He leaned down and kissed her, slow at first, then deeper as the need that had been sitting under his skin since the stream rose up again. Anaria kissed him back, her hands sliding up his arms. He broke the kiss only to move lower.

He kissed the side of her neck, then the soft skin of her collarbone. His mouth trailed down to her breasts. He took one nipple between his lips and sucked gently, then harder, tongue circling the peak until a soft moan left her. He gave the same attention to the other breast, lingering there while one of his hands stroked down her side.

Then he moved lower still. Open-mouthed kisses across her stomach, careful and deliberate. Anaria’s breathing grew uneven. She shifted on the bedding, already spreading her legs for him.

Rylan settled between her thighs. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs first, first one side, then the other, before finally putting his mouth on her. He licked her slowly, tasting the wetness that was still there from earlier, then sealed his lips around her clit and sucked.

Anaria’s hands came down and held his head, fingers sliding into his hair. A low moan slipped out of her as he worked her with his tongue.

"Rylan..." she breathed.

He didn’t answer with words. He only licked deeper, sucking harder, one arm resting across her hips to keep her steady while he took his time with her.

Rylan kept his mouth on her, sucking hard on her clit while his tongue worked her in firm strokes. Anaria’s breathing turned ragged. Soft moans spilled out of her one after another.

"Rylan... don’t stop... ah"

He didn’t. He licked deeper, sucked harder, driving her higher with every pass of his tongue. She had not felt anything this good in a long time. Her thighs trembled around his head. Her fingers stayed buried in his hair, holding him against her as the pleasure built sharp and fast.

After a long stretch of that intensity he finally pulled his mouth away. Anaria was breathing hard, eyes half-lidded. Rylan moved up her body, grabbed her face with both hands, and kissed her deeply. The kiss was hungry and open. She could taste herself on his tongue.

When he broke it just enough to speak, his voice was rough.

"You taste so good. I haven’t tasted you in far too long."

Anaria moaned softly at the words and smiled against his mouth.

He kissed her again. While their mouths stayed locked he reached down between her legs and carefully pushed two fingers inside her.

"Rylan" she moaned his name the moment he entered her.

He started stroking her in steady, deep movements slow at first, then faster, then careful again, then faster once more. The change in rhythm made her gasp into the kiss. Anaria’s hands left his head. She reached out and gripped the wooden edge of the bed, holding on tight as his fingers worked her. Every thrust of his hand pulled another soft sound from her throat. She loved it, the stretch, the pace, the way he knew exactly how to touch her.

Rylan felt her reaction and smiled against her lips. He kept going, fingering her with focused intent. He pulled back just enough that their mouths barely touched and spoke in a low, certain voice.

"You’re all mine tonight."

Then he kissed her again and continued working his fingers inside her, deeper and surer, while she held onto the bed and moaned into his mouth.

Anaria’s grip on the wooden edge of the bed tightened. The pleasure was too much. She couldn’t take the teasing any longer.

"Rylan... fuck me," she breathed, voice shaking. "I need you so bad..."

Rylan smiled against her mouth.

"Not yet."

The words made her ache with need. He pulled back from the kiss but kept his fingers moving inside her, stroking deep and steady. Then he shifted lower again, bringing his face back between her legs. While his fingers continued their rhythm he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

Anaria moaned out loud, the sound sharp in the quiet shelter.

Rylan lifted his head just enough to speak, voice low and firm "Don’t disturb the others."

She could only answer with a small, breathless gasp "Continue... please..."

He went back down and sucked her again, tongue working her while his fingers kept thrusting. With his free hand he reached down and untied his loincloth. The cloth fell away, leaving his cock heavy and fully hard.

A moment later he pulled both his mouth and his fingers away. Before Anaria could protest he lined himself up and pushed inside her in one slow, thick slide.

A loud, broken moan tore from her throat "God... Ryl...an... fuck..."

Rylan smiled at the sound and began to move. He fucked her with a slow, steady pace—deep strokes that filled her completely, giving her time to feel every inch.