His free hand moved from her chin and to her throat, thumb stroking her trachea. The other moving faster down the entirety of her. Pressure become greater and greater with every stroke. He was avoiding touching atop her clit, but rather squeezing it between those fingers and making her squirm.
"Shh..."
And she knew he was smirking at her.
"Nadir..." she begged as she trembled.
His fingers moved again, and this time when he started tapping on her clit, he did it fast. Fast as he'd once broken her with his fingers inside her. But her heartbeat throbbed in those nerves with every pleasured slap rippling through her. She was biting her lip so hard she could taste the iron of the blood trickling into her mouth. She could feel herself denying that moan, trying to keep it in and, in turn, almost denying herself that release. She began to squirm, fists clinching to anything she could grab to, ready to let go.
Nadir kissed her, and his hand tightened against her throat. The pressure of it sent her spiraling. Those two fingers slammed back inside her and hooked around to the spot, moving as quickly as he had slapped on her clit, and she came apart. Rippling and shaking. Moaning into his mouth as he slowed with her come down.
She couldn't help herself from surrendering fully to his embrace. Her heart racing and stomach knotting with every brush of his tongue. Every squeeze of his hand against her waist. She wondered how long she could make one kiss... If just her lips pausing to linger against his counted as stopping, or if she could hold him that close the rest of the night and barter with the Sun once more to make this night last forever.
To the point that she was totally against him, and his arms were hugging her as though she might disappear. One hand on her back, the other moved from between her legs to down the back of her thigh. She could feel her finish on her bare skin. His want spun her mind, and she had to grab him to keep from falling off balance and into the fire beside them.
And when he pulled back, he brought those fingers to his lips. Her thighs squeezed again as she watched him taste her, and she felt the wad of stick that she didn't know what to do with between her legs and trickling down her backside to the sand.
"You're still shaking, Princess," he breathed as his hand entwined in her hair, nails scratching and delicately tugging on the roots. "Did you enjoy that?"
She stammered upon meeting his gaze, seeing the mischievous and lust-filled glint in his eyes.
"When you see fire, I'll be in front of you," she managed.
His thumb brushed her cheek, nose nudging hers. "I'll be waiting."
Lips brushing, they both hesitated, the anticipation of the kiss swelling between them with the heat of their bodies. But Nyssa shifted and turned into him, and she wrapped her hand around his neck.
"Make it a good one, Commander."
"Yes, Princess."
Their lips melted together once more in a passionate embrace that caused her heart to swell. She wanted him unhinged. Unleashed. But for now, she would take this Nadir. This last kiss before she threw herself into training and her new role.
He pulled back after a few moments and laid his forehead against hers. But his fingers continued to scratch in her hair, and she limped in his arms.
"I can't wait to dance with you," he whispered.
The words made her lashes rise."Can I make a request?" she asked.
"For the dancing?"
"No," she laughed. "Just in general."
"Anything."
"I want to see your hair undone."
"What?" he balked.
"Your hair is always up in this...ball," she mocked. "I've only ever seen it over your shoulders once. I want to see it completely undone."
He continued to stare. "Why?"
She almost laughed at the look on his face. "Raw and free Nadir Storn," she insisted.
"You realize how large my hair is, right?" he asked, still hung up on her wanting to see it.
"I imagine so." She leaned forward, lips tickling his jaw. "I can't wait to feel it draping over my thighs," she whispered. "Losing my hands in it as I hold you between my legs."
