On the other hand, there was nothing wrong with enjoying herself while she was patient.
She did her best to turn over slowly and gradually, shifting her weight while keeping Olvir’s arm in roughly the same place and their legs entwined with each other. She didn’t make any sound louder than a sigh when she was finally facing him, the hair on his chest brushing against her nipples and his erection, full and large now, nudging her stomach.
It was the sort of discipline the Adeptas wanted from their trainees, Vivian thought, not that she’d ever be inclined to boast about that particular manifestation at the chapter house. She slid an arm across Olvir instead, underneath his, and nestled closer to him, content to torment herself.
* * *
He woke to desire.
That was fairly common in itself: he was a young man by any standard other than that of war, and such things happened in the morning. The feeling got considerably stronger with Vivian next to him, though. That had been the case even when they’d been in the wilderness, waking early after two straight days of walking.
In the stonekin’s caves, Olvir woke with his prick as stiff and throbbing as it had ever been since the first embarrassing mornings of his youth.
He couldn’t say he was surprised, not with Vivian lying against him, all smooth skin and soft hair, toned muscles and full breasts. It didn’t take him long, either, to feel how hard her nipples had gotten or to catch the scent of her arousal.
When he opened his eyes, she was watching him, a slight smile on her parted lips.
“Oh,” he said, because there were a number of reasons that words were difficult just then. “Vivian—”
“Good morning, or whatever it actually is out there.” She slid the tip of her tongue across her lower lip. “Are you feeling well rested?”
“I’m feeling many things. That’s one.”
“Really?” Vivian ran her fingers downward, across his chest, circling one of his nipples. She stroked her free hand along the outside of his thigh as well, a long, steady sweep that ended precisely at his hip bone. Olvir’s cock jerked against her stomach, and he drew a ragged breath at that motion too. “How complicated of you.”
“Everybody has—” She set her mouth against his neck and drew the hand at his hip inward. Olvir tried to remember how to talk. “Facets.”
Vivian laughed against his neck, then licked a long trail up to his ear. “I don’t know,” she murmured. The words, low and sensual, wrapped themselves around Olvir, adding to the overwhelming feelings of her tongue at his throat and her hands lower down. “I feel remarkably single-minded at present.”
No witty reply came to Olvir’s mind or to the increasingly small functioning amount of it left. Desperately, he reached for her in turn. Her thighs opened readily to his touch. He found her sex already slick, its wet heat surrounding his fingers as intoxicating as the moment that she finally grasped his erection.
He had no warning before Vivian rolled them over. It was a gentle, fluid motion, not at all jarring, but one moment Olvir was thrusting eagerly into her grip, and then he was on his back.
Vivian rose above him, a sight to inspire as much reverence as any temple window. He’d become familiar with her body the night before, but the sight of her sleek thighs and the shadowy patch of hair where they joined, with the hint of dusky rose beneath it, left him as breathless as when he’d seen her peeling off her trousers. Her breasts swayed as she moved, dark nipples stiff and tempting.
It was her face that enthralled Olvir most. Bent over her in the pool, he’d not been able to watch the ways that desire blended with focus, need with will, becoming storm light in her gray eyes. When she guided his cock to her entrance, her neck arched back, and when she sank down, taking him fully inside her, the raw pleasure on her face hit Olvir as hard as the feeling of her body.
Needing to touch her, he settled his hands on her waist but made no effort to control her as she started to move. Vivian knew what she was about. The rhythm she settled into had him gasping and arching upward into her almost from the first circle of her hips.
Still he wanted more—not more control, not more speed, simply more of Vivian. He leaned upward, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and delighted in the way she cried out and tightened around him. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders, causing pressure just short of pain. That, too, heightened Olvir’s arousal, until he could no longer reason in terms of want and will but simply acted on half-blind impulse.
Lust was a storm, far more pleasant than the one raging outside but equally as easy to get lost in. Olvir went with it gladly.
Vivian’s movements on top of him sped up. Her moans turned to cries, desperate and then triumphant. Olvir felt every second of her climax, as her hips jerked and her body rippled, and the mind-shattering pleasure of his own.
He couldn’t have separated one moment from another. He didn’t want to. All was one, all was ecstasy, and he never wanted it to end.
Chapter 25
Bodies were annoyingly complicated.
Vivian would, in part, have been content to have lain with Olvir for hours longer, resting on top of him and relaxing, satiated, with occasional talk and the sound of his heartbeat to keep her attention. She’d been thinking, planning,doingfor months. Stillness, particularly with Olvir, was damned appealing.
On the other hand…
She sighed, stretched, and slipped to the side. “My stomach, as they say, thinks my throat’s been cut.”
Olvir laughed. “I didn’t want to be the first to say it.”
