Absentmindedly, she traced her thumb over his cheek, biting her lip. When she had met him at twenty-and-two, she had been with a man only a few times, a boy she’d known since she was young from the closest village, where her parents sometimes went for various supplies. It had been brief and little more than physical, though even that part of it had been lacking, if she was honest. Other than that, she knew very little about sexor pleasure, unless she counted the way Morgen touched her behind the waterfall.
“I have,” she whispered. “When I was nineteen.”
He nodded, brushing his fingers over her lip again to stop her from biting it, and muttered, “At least one of us knows what the hell we’re doing then.”
Her gaze shot to his. Oh gods, were they really doing this?
He must have seen it on her face, because he amended, “I didn’t mean—” He cut himself off, a rough, frustrated groan escaping his throat. Then, before she knew what he was doing, he turned her around and hoisted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the pool. He glanced up at her as he settled between her legs, eyes dark.
“Tell me to stop, Nya.”
The words were meant to be a reminder, but they only made her more desperate. The idea of leaving now made her want to scream. She had no idea what was happening, how she had gone from cursing him less than an hour ago to touching him and watching him blush over the idea of sex, but?—
Nya?
“Don’t,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
She thought he might have muttered, “Thank fuck,” but she wasn’t sure, not of anything as he went down on her with zero reservations. The way he licked and sucked like he was starving for her, all while making her writhe, made her seriously doubt his claim of being inexperienced. He figured out exactly what made her cry out and gasp quickly, and before she could make sense of it, she was already approaching the looming drop into blinding pleasure.
“Not yet. Wait,” he ordered gruffly, nipping at her inner thigh.
“I c-can’t?—”
“Nya. Just a few more minutes.”
He didn’t wait for her to reply, and she thought the realization of just how much he enjoyed this might have ruined her ability to hold out any longer, because all it took were a few flicks of his tongue against her clit, and she came so hard, her ears rang, her back arching completely off the stone.
When she finally floated back to reality, she found Morgen staring at her, eyes dark and lips swollen. Just like the last time he’d made her come, she found herself wanting more—wanting everything and wishing she hadn’t put a stop to it earlier when she was straddling him. Even still, she was exhausted, and he must have sensed it, because he brushed his lips to her knee then rose out of the water, heading for a pile of clothes. She didn’t look away for a second, watching the muscles of his back and ass move as he walked, the afterglow perhaps making her bolder.
When he returned, he was wearing a pair of loose pants slung low on his hips, holding what looked like a robe. Silently, he knelt next to her, dragging the warm material over her shoulders and gently pulling her wet hair back. Still, he didn’t move away, and it took her a moment to realize he was braiding it.
“Morgen?” she murmured, the sudden exhaustion so potent, she hardly had it in her to wonder why he was doing it.
He didn’t stop, merely muttering, “It’s wet. It’ll get tangled if it dries like this.”
She nodded but must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, he was lifting her, her head lolling against his bare chest. She tried to open her eyes, her voice muffled against his bare skin when she slurred, “Where are we going?”
“Just to get you to bed,” he replied.
I’m so tired.
He sighed quietly.I know. You just need rest.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was supposed to be mad at him still, but she hadn’t felt this warmand relaxed in a long time. There was something…something about sleep she didn’t like?—
Dreams?
She couldn’t remember. She never could, except for those brief, gasping moments when she woke up from nightmares she never remembered and quickly forgot. But maybe with Morgen holding her, she could trust sleep would merely bring rest.
When she came to next, someone was speaking—a man’s voice she recognized, hissing words that almost sounded angry.
“Morgen.Have you truly been covering for her this whole time?”
“Shut your mouth for once, Carus. She needs to sleep.”
“Are you actually being serious right now?”
“I always pull her back before she goes too far.”
