He strides off the path, his tall frame all but disappearing within the shadows. I shuffle to the path’s edge, biting my lower lip in worry while trying to keep my eyes on him through the foliage.
I suddenly remember the last time I heard a weird noise in these woods. Surely, not again—
Suddenly, Ravok freezes, the stiff solidity in his stance causing a cold knot of fear to twist in my stomach. But then he twists and turns back to me with the strangest look on his face.
Gulping down my apprehension, I brave my way to his side to lend whatever help I can. Peering around his rigid form, my cheeks flame in heat at the spectacle before us.
Deep within the greenery, beneath the lace-like shadows of the overhead trees, an entwined couple shares an intimate moment. Their half-hushed moans and laughter fill the air around them, a testament to their unrestrained passion.
I look up at Ravok, expecting to see the same embarrassment I’m feeling. Instead, his white eyes reflect an intriguing blend of shock, curiosity… and heat. His gaze flickers from me to them, back down to me with a wild expression.
Silently, I tug Ravok away, turning us back to the path.
“Leelee, they were having sex. Out in the open,” Ravok whispers in a scandalized tone. If he’d been wearing pearls, he’d be clutching them. It’s completely adorable.
“Yeah, they sure were. Like I said earlier – this town is… different.”
As we wander the woods, we discover three more couples in the act. I mean, damn, the citizens of Lublin Harbor take their love festivals seriously. Is there something in the air here?
Also, though I’m reluctant to admit it, seeing all this sex and all these people in the throes of passion has had a distinct effect on my libido.
I have never in my life thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I’m so turned on I could burst. I glance over at Ravok who appears similarly affected. Then I think to myself, when in Rome…
We’ve walked for a while, and I realize we are finally completely alone. There is not a sound in the forest – I can’t even hear the music anymore. Leading off the path, I notice a small deer trail that ends in a small silvery glen. Giving Ravok’s hand a tug, I pull us off the path and into the clearing.
When I reach the glen’s center, the moonlight shines on Ravok, making his silvery skin glow under its light. He looks like a god, born from the very heart of the earth. The look on his face makes me think of Hades upon first seeing Persephone. He looks like the embodiment of lust.
I glance around and confirm that we’re entirely alone. Although… what does it truly matter? No one cares here. I just want to enjoy Ravok.
So, I grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it off. I toss the shirt onto a nearby bush, leaving me clad only in my lacy bra.
I peek at Ravok, his gaze is hooded. He stares at me like I’m a goddess.
His eyes keep switching from my breasts to my face like he can’t decide what to stare at. He’s getting that familiar heavy-lidded look that says he is imagining what he’d like to be doing with me.
As I start to unbutton my jeans, Ravok’s features sharpen. His glowing eyes drill into me as I shimmy out of my pants. My jeans quickly join my shirt, leaving me only in my underwear. I stand proud and let Ravok stare. I know he’ll never look at me and see flaws, even when I think they’re there.
When I draw off my bra, Ravok’s gaze sears me, as palpable as a touch. His brows are drawn as if in pain. He gives a low growl and absently runs his palm over the rigid outline of the erection tenting his spacesuit. Heat flares through me, liquifying my bones, and lights up every nerve ending to a fevered pitch at the sight of his arousal. My thighs quake in a combination of lust and nerves. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life.
He clenches his hands into meaty fists, then opens them, splaying his claw-tipped fingers. I don’t think he even knows that his claws are out.
Ravok stares at me for one moment before crossing the few feet between us. He stalks forward as if he’s laser-focused on only one thing. The world could be burning for all I care. I am caught in his sharp, predatory gaze. He stops with a mere hair’s space between our bodies, eyes roving over my face.
He slowly starts to part his space suit, peeling it down his body until he is completely nude. As he adds his clothes to mine, I strip out of my panties.
When he leans closer, I freeze like a deer waiting to see what he will do next. The tip of Ravok’s nose traces a line from my clavicle, up my neck to just under my ear. Goosebumps rise on my skin from the ticklish sensation.
Then Ravok reaches out and lifts me like I weigh no more than a pillow. I eagerly wrap my legs around his waist and use my ankles to pull him close.
Cupping his jaw, I draw his face to mine, licking the seam of his lips. As he eagerly parts for me, my tongue darts inside to meet his. I can feel his groan rumbling through his body atmy boldness. Ravok’s tongue twines against mine, my moans mixing with his low growls.
These kisses are glutinous, filled with roaring hunger. They ignite something deep inside, stoking the embers of my passion until it feels like an inferno.
I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his thick muscles. The heat of his body seeps into my veins and sets my blood on fire. That first kiss is like a spark igniting a bonfire, and I can feel everything around us burning as Ravok’s hands dig into my hair, and he backs us out of the moonlight and into the shadows.
He works his way down my chest, paying attention to my nipples. His mouth is hot and wet and I’m melting in his arms as his tongue circles around them. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he sucks and bites gently, sending sparks of pleasure radiating throughout my body. My hips buck against his in response. His position puts that thick neck in perfect reach, and I can’t resist – I press my lips to the sensitive muscle there. I suck a kiss against his pulse point, then scrape my teeth along it. A rumbling growl erupts from deep within Ravok, the sound vibrating against the nipple in his mouth. It’s so good, so delicious that I do it again, scraping my teeth against his neck. My core throbs at the punched-out groan Ravok makes right against my flesh.
Ravok keeps one arm around my waist and presses my back to a tree, keeping me in place. He trails the other hand down my body, easily slipping his fingers between my legs. I moan loudly as he whispers filth about how wet I am for him into my ear. God, when did he learn dirty talk?
