“Don’t trouble yourself,” Rionan smiled, a coyness to his expression. “I will get the water, and I will even go as far as to return the favour of helping you get clean.”
A feeling stirred within Alianna’s chest as she noticed his eyes, for the briefest second, drop down to her mouth. He returned to looking at her, smiling as though he had not felt whatever she had just sent his way through their bond; magnified.
Rionan picked up the bucket and left the tent, returning a few minutes later with fresh water. Alianna slowly removed her shirt, pulling it over her head, and contemplated if she should leave her bra on or not. Deciding against it, she turned her back to Rionan, removing her bra and dropping it to the ground beneath her feet. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and the feeling of overwhelming arousal flooded her senses.
“Come here, then,” she said over her shoulder, sweeping her hair aside so that her back was fully exposed to him.
Alianna heard Rionan dunk the washcloth into the bucket, and he placed it gently against her skin. The water was warm – a courtesy he had gone out of his way to provide her with, but had not done for himself.
Rionan began moving the washcloth in slow, soothing circles, applying just enough pressure to work through some of the tension being held in Alianna’s shoulders. She let go of a long, drawn-out breath, letting her head drop forward. She was not expecting a simple cloth and a bit of warm water to feel so luxurious against her skin, asRionan worked his way across her back. It may have been the firmness of his touch, the care within it, that left her stomach flipping as he took one of her hips within his hand and ran the cloth over the other.
After giving so much attention to her back, Rionan pulled on her hip gently, requesting that Alianna turn around. She did so, giving in to his touch, and she kept her eyes closed. She could not miss the faint growl of satisfaction that escaped him as he studied her. Her hips. Her bare torso. Her breasts. Her nipples, peaked in the evening temperature.
Alianna heard the washcloth enter the water once again, and Rionan brought it up to her collarbone, repeating the same small circles that he had made on her back. He moved across, from one side to the other, before taking the cloth down – so torturously slowly – to her left breast. She felt the warm water trickling down her skin as he moved, sliding over her nipple, down over her stomach, and absorbing into the waistline of her trousers. As Rionan made the same smallcircles over the tender flesh of her breast, Alianna began to grow slick with desire.
She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him, letting out an audible groan of satisfaction. This seemed to have the desired effect as Rionan once again reached up to grip her hip, his fingers pressing into her skin more firmly than they had the first time.
Rionan continued moving the washcloth in the same soothing, tender circles, and she heard the rasp of his breath as he moved it down to her nipple, stroking over it gently.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Alianna bit her bottom lip as he moved to the underside of her breast, cupping it gently as he did so.
Rionan bent down to add more warm water to the cloth, but he did not let go of her hip as he went. She felt his breath against the planes of her stomach as he moved. Alianna gently shifted on the spot, her body crying out to him with pure need.
Rionan stood, repeating the same tauntingly slow attentive strokes to her right breast, driving Alianna wild with the desire his touchcreated. When he had been thorough enough to move on, he slid the washcloth between her breasts, so slowly that Alianna could feel her core beginning to ache for how much she wanted this man. She was at the mercy of his sensual touch.
Rionan reached the waistline of her trousers and paused there, tilting his head to graze a kiss over Ali’s exposed neck. He stepped a fraction closer to Alianna, and she felt the evidence of what this was doing to him pressing into her, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
She let out a soft whimper of encouragement, and that was all the permission that Rionan needed. Without speaking, he dropped the washcloth to the floor and slipped his hand below the fabric of her trousers, of her underwear, and ran afinger through the hot, slick core of her that awaited him. His finger moved across her sensitive bundle of nerves like she was made of silk, and he groaned into her neck.
“Do you know how good you smell when you want me?” he whispered into the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe. He moved his finger down again, pulling up slowly, drawing slow circles that made her body light up with pleasure and made her squirm with desperate need.
“Do you know how good you taste when my mouth is on you?” he said between kisses, working his way down her neck. As he spoke, he moved his finger over Alianna, drawing it up and down. Up, and down. Up, and down. So devastatingly slowly. She could feel herself growing wetter, and she began to throb with a desire that she had never experienced with another man before Rionan.
She wanted his mouth on her. On her breasts. Across her skin. She wanted to feel his tongue gliding over her, lapping at her until he drove her to the brink of ecstasy.
She wanted to feel him inside of her. His fingers. All of him. She wanted him to bury himself in her until she was dizzy with pleasure.
She wanted to feel the way he held on to her as he pumped himself inside of her, hear him groaning for her, her name spilling out of his mouth like a lyric as he found his release.
Alianna didn’t care that they were in a camp full of other people. She wanted all of this, and wanted it now.
“Do you know how wild you drive me when you’re thinking of me?” Rionan asked, running his tongue down her skin to her awaiting breast, repeating the same circles over her nipple that he had done with the washcloth. “Do you know what it does to your scent? You’re irresistible, Alianna. I could walk into a room, breathe you in, and I wouldn’t care who was there. I’d tell them all to leave, bend you over the nearest available surface, and fuck you until neither of us could remember where we were.”
As Rionan spoke, he plunged a finger into her core. He pulled Alianna into him with his other hand, pressing his palm to her back, as he continued circling her nipple with his tongue.
This is torture.Alianna thought as she fought back a moan, knowing that there was nothing keeping the sound from leaving their tent.Pure – fucking – torture.
Rionan pulled his finger out of her slowly, adding a second, and thrust them back inside of her. She tilted her head back, biting her lip in an attempt to remain silent, and he curled his fingers upwards, pressing against her inner walls repeatedly, drawing her closer to her climax. She sank lower onto him, and he smiled against her, the sharp points of his canines caressing her skin.
“Can you do anything about the fact that this tent is not soundproof?” she forced out between ragged breaths as she began riding his hand.
“I cannot use my power until I am ready to return it to Xanthia. Would you like me to stop - ”
