Chapter 128: From behind [R18]

Rylan stayed deep inside her, moving with that slow, steady pace. Each thrust was controlled and full, letting her feel every inch of him. Anaria’s hands rested on his arms, her fingers tightening every time he pushed in.

Soft moans left her lips with every stroke.

"Rylan..." she breathed.

He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, still moving inside her. The bedding shifted quietly under them. Her healing leg was carefully positioned so it took no strain; he kept most of his weight on his arms and the other side of her body.

He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in slowly. Anaria’s back arched a little. Another moan slipped out of her, longer this time.

"You feel so good," he murmured against her skin.

She turned her face toward him. Their eyes met for a moment before he kissed her again, still thrusting in that same unhurried rhythm. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the small shelter. Anaria’s breathing grew heavier. She wrapped her good leg around his hip, pulling him a little deeper with each stroke.

Rylan groaned softly at the feel of her. He kept the pace steady, deep and deliberate, watching her face as the pleasure built slowly between them.

Rylan slowed, then stopped completely. He stayed buried inside her for a moment, breathing hard, before he carefully pulled out. The sudden emptiness made Anaria let out a soft, needy sound.

She didn’t wait. She pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back, then moved down his body. His cock stood thick and even harder than before, the head flushed and wet from being inside her. Anaria wrapped her hand around the base and took him into her mouth without hesitation.

She sucked him gladly, deep and eager. Her tongue worked along the underside while she moved her head up and down. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet shelter.

Rylan’s head tipped back against the bedding. A rough moan left his throat.

"Anaria..."

His hand found her hair, fingers sliding through the strands and holding on as she took him deeper. Another low groan rumbled out of him when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. He was so hard it almost hurt, the long stretch without her making every pull of her mouth feel sharper.

"Fuck... Anaria..." he moaned her name again, voice strained, his grip in her hair tightening just enough to guide her without forcing. She only hummed around him in answer and kept going, taking as much of him as she could while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

Rylan’s breathing grew heavier as Anaria kept sucking him. The pleasure was climbing fast, sharper than before. His hand tightened in her hair. For a few more seconds he let her continue, hips shifting under her mouth, low groans spilling out of him.

Then the need became too much.

He pulled her off his cock with careful but firm hands. Anaria looked up at him, lips shiny and parted, eyes dark with want. Rylan didn’t speak. He sat up, guided her onto her hands and knees, and slowly turned her so her back faced him. He was careful the entire time supporting her weight, making sure her healing leg stayed comfortable against the soft bedding, never letting her put pressure on it.

Once she was in position he moved behind her. The sight of her like that arched back, open and waiting made his cock throb. One hand settled on the curve of her hip. The other wrapped around himself. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against her entrance, slow and deliberate, coating himself in her wetness. Anaria pushed back slightly, seeking more. A soft, impatient sound left her throat.

Rylan pushed forward.

He sank into her from behind in one long, controlled slide. The new angle made him feel even thicker, even deeper. Anaria’s head dropped toward the bedding. A long, broken moan tore from her as he filled her completely.

"Rylan... ah"

He stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt, both hands now gripping her hips. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, adjusting to the stretch. Then he started to move.

The first thrusts were steady and deep, testing the new position. Each one pushed all the way in, the wet sound of their bodies meeting clear in the quiet shelter. Anaria’s fingers curled tightly into the bedding. Soft, shaky moans slipped out of her with every stroke.

"Don’t stop," she breathed. "Please... don’t stop..."

Rylan didn’t. He increased the pace gradually, hips rolling forward harder. The new angle let him drive deeper than before, the head of his cock rubbing against places that made her moan louder. His breathing grew heavier. Low, rough groans mixed with the sound of skin meeting skin.

He leaned over her slightly, one hand sliding up the length of her back while the other stayed firm on her hip, holding her steady as he fucked her. Anaria pushed back to meet every thrust, her voice breaking.

"Ah..yes... just like that... deeper"

Rylan gave her what she asked for. His rhythm turned stronger, more relentless. The bedding shifted under them with every deep thrust. He could feel her trembling. He could hear how wet she was. His own breath was coming in rough, uneven pulls now, chest rising and falling hard as the pleasure built sharp and fast inside him.

He fucked her with focused intensity, hips snapping forward, filling her completely on every stroke. Anaria’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She kept telling him not to stop, her voice shaking with every word, and Rylan only gripped her tighter and kept going deeper, harder, his breathing growing more uneven by the second.

Anaria heard the change in Rylan’s breathing—heavy, uneven, almost desperate. She felt the way his thrusts were growing sharper, less controlled. Panic and need mixed in her chest. She wasn’t ready for it to end.

"Don’t" she cried out, voice breaking. "I’m not done... Rylan, please"

He didn’t finish inside her.

Instead he pulled out suddenly, the loss making her moan in protest. Strong hands turned her carefully but firmly onto her back again. He settled between her spread thighs, mindful of her healing leg, and pushed back into her in one deep thrust.