The world faded away until there was only them. Him. Her. And the heat building between tem with every breath. Her body trembled on the edge, every nerve ending attuned to his every move, his every whisper, his every touch.
Confident, yet so careful with her, he explored the terrain of her body as if claiming it for his own, and in that moment, she realized she was willing to be his—in ways she’d never thought possible.
The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Slowly, he kissed his way down her stomach. He held her gaze as he licked his fingers, and then his tongue glided across her clit. The gentlest touch, but it sent an earthquake through her body.
Her heart thrummed in her ears like a war drum, each beat echoing the rhythm he was building. Muscles deep inside her core pulsed and hummed under her skin, sending spasms of pleasure racing through her veins. Kawan's tongue was a skillful explorer, mapping out every inch of her intimate geography. Each stroke sent lightning bolts dancing across her nerves, turning her bones to jelly.
His eyes, full of hazel warmth, held hers in a powerful grasp. His fingers mimicked the melody his tongue composed, playing her body like a well-tuned instrument.
His tongue flicked wildly over her, increasing pressure while his fingers eased in and out in torturous strokes.
She dug her fingers into his scalp. Raised and lowered her hips with the pace her body demanded.
His gaze was hypnotic, pulling her in deeper. The look in his eyes, the pure desire mingling with something else—something she didn't dare name—held her on the cusp of orgasm, knotted tension twisting in her lower belly. He took her to the point where she was ready to break, then pulled her back, over and over, until she was a raw nerve pleading for release.
A gasp tore from her throat as he curved his fingers up and he sucked, hard, on her clit. Her climax ripped through her like a bullet racing toward its target. Fast. Furious. And on point.
With her body bucking and convulsing, she tugged at his hair. Pulled at his shoulders. “Please, Kawan, I need you inside me.”
His chuckle was a warm rumble against her skin, sending vibrations through her body that only sparked her desire even more. "Patience, Lark," he whispered, his breath hot against her belly as he dotted kisses, moving upward. The words were a tease, a taunt, every syllable accentuated by the drag of his thumb over her nipple. She whimpered, her hand clutching at his shoulder, her fingers digging into the solid muscle.
"Patience," she scoffed back at him, struggling to keep her voice steady as his hand continued its sweet torment. "I don't think you know the meaning of the word."
The low growl that echoed in his chest stirred something primal within her. In a swift move, he rolled atop her, pinning her beneath his larger frame. The feel of his solid weightpressing her into the mattress, the look of raw desire in his eyes, made her heart drop like a brick.
His smile was predatory, his eyes gleaming with promise. "Oh, you think so?" His voice was husky, sounding like coarse gravel against the quiet hum of the cabin. “I can tease you some more. Make you do that again. And deny you the one thing you’re begging me for.” He winked. “And I could do it for hours.”
“That’s just mean.”
“It’s patience.”
A trickle of anticipation rippled down her spine as he held her gaze, his thumb slowly tracing her lower lip. It was an intimate gesture, one that stirred a fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Pure carnality colored his eyes, a visceral force that made her heart thunder in her chest.
“… it’s overrated.” She shifted, reaching between them, curling her fingers around him, squeezing firmly.
He groaned. “Perhaps.”
Her mouth sought his in another heated kiss, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance of desire and domination.
His mouth left hers, blazing a trail across her cheek, down to her neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, making her gasp. A small cry erupted from her lips as he captured a sensitive peak, his tongue teasing it to a hardened point.
She stroked him, squirming, desperate for him to fill her in every way. "Kawan... please..." Lark begged, her voice no more than a raspy whisper. The plea slipped from her lips before she could stop it, the word hanging in the air between them, heavy with unspent desire.
He chuckled again, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Your wish... is my desire," he murmured against her lips before claiming them in a searing kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation. No preamble. He moved within her, a fulfilling pressure that was equal parts completionand need. She reveled in the sensation, her body welcoming him, pulling him deeper. Their rhythm was unhurried, each thrust pushing her higher, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.
He rode her slow and steady, his body moving with hers as they moved towards a shared climax. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as if he wanted to be connected with her in the most intimate way possible.
The coil in her belly tightened, the pleasure building up to an unbearable peak. When he pressed his thumb against her nub, she shattered under him, a cry ripping from her lips at the pleasure that washed over her—intense, earth-shattering, all-encompassing. He wasn’t far behind, his face buried into the crook of her neck as he shuddered, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. His grip tightened on her hand, his body tensed, before he too succumbed to the crashing pleasure. His release was as powerful as hers, a testament to their undeniable chemistry and connection.
The silence that followed was only interrupted by their uneven breathing, gradually becoming synchronized, just like their heartbeats. The comfort of being in each other’s arms, their naked bodies tangled together, felt like a soothing balm to her tumultuous thoughts. She traced her fingertips along his arm draped over her, goosebumps rising in its wake.
His chest rose and fell against her back, his heartbeat drumming a steady rhythm against her. The heat of his body, now a familiar presence, warmed her in more ways than she could count. She reveled in the languid post-coital haze, every fiber of her being thrumming in delight.
She listened to the gentle rustling of leaves outside, a symphony complemented by the distant chirping of birds. The song of the morning wove itself into the fabric of their cocoon, the outside world existing yet comfortably out of reach.
