“just the scent of you can make me wet. The taste of you can make me come.” She guided his hand to the place between her thighs and he was stunned at the drenched heat he encountered there, wetting through her robes and the skin of her inner thighs.
“Some?” he barely managed to say, distracted by the exquisite softness beneath his palm.
She nodded slightly and murmured, “Some other Consorts find the balance within themselves and can achieve release. I think it’s a sort of guilt they overcome because they feel as if they are betraying their future Mates by having intimacies with the Healer, though these relations are sanctioned by the Goddess as Pure and Good.”
Valerius did not have that particular guilt. His inner battle was far more gruesome.
Determinedly putting aside his own needs, he focused his attention on Rain, concentrating on the softness that rested trustingly in his palm.
“How do I please you,” he whispered, embarrassed by his own deplorable lack of knowledge and skill.
Rain smiled her Cheshire smile, keeping her face pressed against the warmth of his chest. “Two thousand years made you a born-again virgin, warrior?”
A wave of pain washed over him as Valerius recalled the day he’d lost his virginity. Two thousand years was not long enough.
“That’s perfectly fine by me,” Rain continued, urging her hips against his hand in a voluptuous undulation. “I like feeling as if I were your first.”
You are my first , Valerius thought. And my last .
He slowly pulled her robes up until he could feel her naked skin and cupped his palm over her drenched core.
She sighed deeply and moaned a little, the sound tickling his senses like kitten fur. He shifted his hand to hold her more fully, instinctively positioning his thumb at the apex of her sex. She made a little mewling sound and used her hand to teach him how to please her. As he rubbed his thumb gently across her pleasure spot just the way she wanted, she moved her hand away.
Her breath quickened against his chest, and he could feel her heart beat in sync. Her small hands reached for his erection again and held him covetously, squeezing up and down the thick, velvet covered shaft of steel in time to the rhythm his thumb made over her clitoris.
His own breathing became increasingly labored once more, and he desperately wanted to get closer. He wrapped his other arm around her body and held her more tightly against his chest. When that wasn’t enough, he inserted one long finger, then two, into her wet core and was momentarily satisfied by her long moan of pleasure the action elicited.
She was so swollen and tight inside, even the width of two fingers seemed too much, but slowly he felt her body accommodate the intrusion, relax and accept him. His thumb stroked gently on her nub while the pads of his fingers found the swollen hardness inside of her. As he rubbed with more pressure, both inside and out, she undulated her hips with encouragement.
His body tensed abruptly in anticipation just before hers tightened and spasmed around his hand. She gasped softly as her release washed over them both, the scent of her passion filling the air around them, mingling with his own. His breath strangled on a groan in response, his cock jerking powerfully within her grasp, though his own release yet eluded him. He ground his teeth together to prevent from shouting at the excruciating pain as his entire body locked and tensed through her orgasm, becoming one giant muscle cramp.
Slowly, they let go of each other, but she remained curled against his chest.
“Thank you,” she said when her heartbeat calmed, and placed a tender kiss on his throat.
As the pain gradually subsided, Valerius felt he should be the one thanking her. For no one had ever shared such an intimacy with him.
Not like this. Never like this.
When her pleasure became his own. When her radiant goodness overcame his nightmares, fears, and centuries-old pain. She was his miracle, he thought as her
“Some?” he barely managed to say, distracted by the exquisite softness beneath his palm.
She nodded slightly and murmured, “Some other Consorts find the balance within themselves and can achieve release. I think it’s a sort of guilt they overcome because they feel as if they are betraying their future Mates by having intimacies with the Healer, though these relations are sanctioned by the Goddess as Pure and Good.”
Valerius did not have that particular guilt. His inner battle was far more gruesome.
Determinedly putting aside his own needs, he focused his attention on Rain, concentrating on the softness that rested trustingly in his palm.
“How do I please you,” he whispered, embarrassed by his own deplorable lack of knowledge and skill.
Rain smiled her Cheshire smile, keeping her face pressed against the warmth of his chest. “Two thousand years made you a born-again virgin, warrior?”
A wave of pain washed over him as Valerius recalled the day he’d lost his virginity. Two thousand years was not long enough.
“That’s perfectly fine by me,” Rain continued, urging her hips against his hand in a voluptuous undulation. “I like feeling as if I were your first.”
You are my first , Valerius thought. And my last .
He slowly pulled her robes up until he could feel her naked skin and cupped his palm over her drenched core.
She sighed deeply and moaned a little, the sound tickling his senses like kitten fur. He shifted his hand to hold her more fully, instinctively positioning his thumb at the apex of her sex. She made a little mewling sound and used her hand to teach him how to please her. As he rubbed his thumb gently across her pleasure spot just the way she wanted, she moved her hand away.
Her breath quickened against his chest, and he could feel her heart beat in sync. Her small hands reached for his erection again and held him covetously, squeezing up and down the thick, velvet covered shaft of steel in time to the rhythm his thumb made over her clitoris.
His own breathing became increasingly labored once more, and he desperately wanted to get closer. He wrapped his other arm around her body and held her more tightly against his chest. When that wasn’t enough, he inserted one long finger, then two, into her wet core and was momentarily satisfied by her long moan of pleasure the action elicited.
She was so swollen and tight inside, even the width of two fingers seemed too much, but slowly he felt her body accommodate the intrusion, relax and accept him. His thumb stroked gently on her nub while the pads of his fingers found the swollen hardness inside of her. As he rubbed with more pressure, both inside and out, she undulated her hips with encouragement.
His body tensed abruptly in anticipation just before hers tightened and spasmed around his hand. She gasped softly as her release washed over them both, the scent of her passion filling the air around them, mingling with his own. His breath strangled on a groan in response, his cock jerking powerfully within her grasp, though his own release yet eluded him. He ground his teeth together to prevent from shouting at the excruciating pain as his entire body locked and tensed through her orgasm, becoming one giant muscle cramp.
Slowly, they let go of each other, but she remained curled against his chest.
“Thank you,” she said when her heartbeat calmed, and placed a tender kiss on his throat.
As the pain gradually subsided, Valerius felt he should be the one thanking her. For no one had ever shared such an intimacy with him.
Not like this. Never like this.
When her pleasure became his own. When her radiant goodness overcame his nightmares, fears, and centuries-old pain. She was his miracle, he thought as her
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