Rionan padded towards her, moving through the room with such silence and grace that Alianna shuddered. He stopped about four feet away from her, saying nothing. His stare was so intense that she felt that he could see in to her soul. A stare that stripped away her clothes, any falsehoods, and saw right to the very core of who she was. Alianna felt that electricity in her chest intensify and cleared her throat.
“Can I stay with you?” Alianna asked, not daring to hold eye contact right now.
“Yes,” he replied. His voice was a thick, low rumble.
Neither of them moved, neither of them spoke, the tension in the room so thick that it could have been cut with a knife.Without saying anything further, Alianna moved to her bag, unpacking her night clothes and getting her toiletries. She moved to the bathroom, not closing the door behind her fully, to begin changing. She was aware that Rionan had been watching her the entire time. She didn’t know if she should feel satisfied or intimidated.
Rionan’s obvious arousal stirred within her chest, and she thought of how he described their bond. It was more intense for him. Did he know how she felt when he opened that door, and she found himlooking at her hungrily, wearing nothing but a towel? How did he experience that, if this is what it was like for her?
Alianna pulled the nightclothes she had selected for herself onto her body, lifting the spaghetti straps up over her shoulders. She hadn’t picked up full-blown lingerie, because she had not wanted to be too obvious about her intentions. She also didn’t want to wear her biggest, comfiest nightclothes, which were usually reserved for the nights that she tucked in to a tub of ice cream while she watched re-runs of her favourite comfort show. She had selected a pink silken slip-on night gown, with a lace trim around the bottom. It dipped down to reveal a modest amount of cleavage and fitted her form in a flattering way.
The mirror was clouded from Rionan’s shower steam, so she unbound her hair, running her fingers through it and allowed it to fall down over her shoulders. Sucking in a breath, she exited the bathroom.
Rionan was sitting on an armchair facing the bathroom door, staring at her. He made a low, guttural noise as he raked his eyes over Alianna, eyes dropping from her face, slowly down her body, before rising to her face again and locking his eyes with hers. Alianna shuddered and felt a slickness growing between her legs. The towel that was wrapped around Rionan’s waist betrayed him, revealing his hardness beneath. Still, he did not move or speak.
Aliana took a step towards him, eyes dropping to where that towel did little to hide what she would find beneath it. She stood two metres away from him, her breathing uneven.
Finally, one of them spoke.
“What do you want me to do, Ali?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“I want you to prove the way that you need me,” she replied, her voice coming out far more confident than she had expected. She lifted her chin up, holding eye contact with Rionan. “I want you to tell me what you feel for menow, right in this moment.”
Rionan stood and moved quickly, standing in front of her. She stepped away. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Rionan snarled, the air around them growing thick with static. “You want me to plead with you before I can touch you?”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” she sighed, walking right around Rionan and heading for the armchair he had been sitting on. She sat back, eyes on him, crossing her legs in front of her. He dropped to hisknees, staring at her. At that angle, she suspected that nothing was hidden from him, and she had intentionally not put her underwear back on. She saw his nostrils flare, and the static in the room increased to such an intensity that she thought her hair may have been standing up with it.
“You are incredible,” he groaned, eyes on the spot at the apex of her thighs. “I can smell you, you know. I could smell you the moment you arrived here. Do you know how good your scent is? It’s like you have been crafted just for me, like something I’d get addicted to so, so easily.”
“I want to take that nightdress off you, Ali, and have you stand there while I get to drink you in. I want to run my mouth over every single part of your body. I want to spread your legs and have you lower yourself onto me, feel you grinding yourself onto my face until I am covered in you, until your body is writhing in pleasure. Then, I am going tobend you over the edge of one of these tables, and fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name. You aren’t going to remember how many times I bring you to the edge tonight, Alianna. You aren’t going to remember who you are. Where you are. All you’ll know is me, us, and the feeling of our bodies as one.”
Rionan’s chest heaved as his restraint became evident. Alianna tutted, tilting her head at him.
“As wonderful as all of that sounds, Rionan, I didn’t ask you to tell me what you wanted to do. I wanted to know how youfeel. Right. Now”.
“I feel like I want you so badly that it could drive me insane,” Rionan gritted out between his teeth. “I feel like you know exactly what you do to me, and you like it. I feel like I could never get enough of you. Your body, your taste, your scent, the sounds you make. I want it all. I feel like I could drown in how much I need you. And I do not want you to make me wait any more.” The last words came through a tense expression, the air around them buzzing.
“Hmmm,” Alianna considered mockingly, tilting her head to the side, her eyes on him. The towel was slipping away from around him, revealing his muscled thighs as he remained kneeling on the floor in front of her. “Say please.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Say please.”
“I am the Lord of Western Xanthia. I am the bringer of life, I am the current of the rivers, I am the lungs of the earth, and the wind through the trees. I do not saypleaseunless I want to.”
Rionan’s gaze seemed to be overtaken by animalistic fury. His pupils had dilated as he took her in, the blue of his eyes having almost entirely disappeared.
“Well, I guess you don’t want me that badly then, do you?”
Alianna shrugged, mustering every scrap of self-confidence that she possessed. She uncrossed her legs, opening them in front of him, and his jaw slackened. Rionan’s eyes roamedthe wetness that she had revealed to him, hungry and wanting.
Alianna leant back in her chair and hooked her right leg over the arm. She took her time making herself as comfortable as possible, pulling her night dress up, and reaching her fingers down until they met with the slickness that she knew was waiting for her. She let out a long, drawn-out moan as her fingers slid lower, plunging one inside herself before drawing it back up. She made slow, lazy circles around her most sensitive parts, keeping her eyes closed. Alianna set a slow rhythm, sliding her fingers in and out of herself, curling them upwards when they were inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at Rionan, who was breathing heavily, eyes firmly on her, watching her intently. His beautiful face was a mix of awe, hunger and sheer desperation. She opened her legs wider, for his benefit, and began moving her fingers over herself more quickly, her pulse quickening with every moment that passed. A moan escaped her lips, and she heard Rionan curse under his breath.
“Please,” he said quietly.
“What was that?” Alianna asked through a moan.
