“You’re sure?” he asked, pushing himself up above her, looking down. He looked exasperated, full of desperate want and need.
“Yes. Now get this dress off me.”
He laughed and reached for the zipper, slowly, teasingly sliding it downward.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
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Rionan pushed himself up, standing upright. He smoothed his hands over his shirt and ran a hand through his hair to tidy it up.
“Who is it?” he called towards the door.
“It’s Abel, Sir, your waiter from the restaurant. Your guest appears to have left her bag. I brought it upstairs so that you can return it to her.”
Rionan ground his teeth. It was quite clear that this waiter thought that he was being helpful. Most likely trying to earn himself a generous tip. Little did this waiter know that he had interrupted, and practically poured a bucket of cold water over this otherwise rather enjoyable moment.
“Thank you, Abel. One moment, please.”
Rionan turned to Alianna. “Can I help?” He motioned to her zipper. She was now standing up, smoothing her hair, and doing the zip up on her dress.
“No, it’s fine, I’ve got it,” she whispered, “You can get the door.”
Rionan sighed and strode to the door, opening it with a look of bland unamusement on his face.
“Thank you, Abel, for returning this. Very helpful of you. I shall see to it that it is returned to its owner.”
Abel nodded and turned around, heading for the elevator. Whether he realised that he had interrupted something, Rionan did not know.
Rionan turned back to Alianna, the room filled with the scent of her arousal.
I want to. I wanted to yesterday. I want to now.
Rionan fought the growl that threatened to come out of his mouth and instead forced himself to smile apologetically. “Well. We have a bottle of wine to finish, if you care to.”
“Yes,” Alianna replied awkwardly, straightening her dress once more. “One more glass couldn’t hurt.”
One hour later, Alianna had phoned a cab. Rionan had accompanied her downstairs and waited outside the hotel with her. He watched the car she was in disappear down the street before resting against the wall outside The Rinniel.
Rionan slowly tilted his head back to look up at the sky.
He’d been here for several days now. He’d picked up no leads, no ideas, no nothing. All he’d manage to catch were some sort of complicated feelings for this human. He didn’t know if they were purely sexual, and didn’t want to consider a possible alternative. Not now.
Returning upstairs, he poured the last of the wine into his glass and knocked it back promptly. Sitting outside, he tilted his head back, closing his eyes.
Should he reach out to her now? That seemed an awkward way to end their evening. They had had a wonderful time together; he couldn’t deny it. He thought of their talk over dinner. Her dress. The way her lips felt on his. The way her body felt beneath him.
Rionan felt himself hardening against his trousers, and he lifted his hands to his face. What was he doing?
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Rionan tossed and turned in bed that night. He was unable to shake his thoughts of Alianna, when they had briefly become entangled in each other, what he had wanted to do to her…
He felt ashamed as he sought his own release, lying alone in his bed. He gripped his manhood and began stroking himself to his desperate wants and desires.
He thought of her slowly removing her dress to reveal her body underneath. He thought of her sliding herself atop him, removing his trousers. He thought of what it might feel like if she were to lower herself onto him, filling herself inch by inch…
