Iftia: Lyx Palace, Rowan's Bedchamber

• Elianna •

Her sudden kiss must have taken Rowan by surprise because his body tensed and he remained unmoved. But he recovered from his shock almost immediately because an arm reached to circle around her waist. Following that, she felt the slingshot of velocity when she was held up high and dropped into the soft mattress in one single swing. A giggle bubbled off her chest as she smiled into the kiss. Laughter was indeed contagious because a low chuckle rose from Rowan and reverberated in her ears in a sweet, warm way that caused her back to arch off the bed as she leaned closer into the kiss.

She felt his weight settled on her. He was leaning so close to her as if she was his lifeline and his very breath depended solely on her. Yet, in actuality, he was her salvation. The heavy-weighted pressure felt on her body was an unmistakable reminder to keep her in the reality of everything. Every patch of his bare skin that came in contact with hers scorched her and rushed all other thoughts out of her mind, igniting her desire to be lost in these feelings forever.

The kiss turned hungry and desperate as their tongues swirled and danced with each other. She knew that she was moving rather clumsily but she didn't care. Afraid that if she was to break this moment, all of it will shatter and turn to dust.

She wanted so badly to drown herself in the depths of this moment. Lightheaded and out of breath, she whimpered and pleaded for air. He broke off the kiss and landed a light peck on her lips. Tangling his fingers through her hair, his lips continuously made gentle passes on her lips before tracing along her jaw and down the length of her neck.

His hands carefully removed every item of her medical garb. In a moment, she was left in her chemise. When she came to her realisation, her hands shot up instinctively to cover herself. Heat rushed into her cheeks and her eyes searched for his brilliant blue ones. The smile on his face was filled with the usual adoration and affection when he looked at her. A light chuckle resonated off him and he tugged his top off him.

"Better?" he grinned.

She flinched and nodded shyly. Her throat worked on a nervous swallow when she stared at those perfectly sculpted muscles ripping as he moved his arms. Her fingers reached to smooth over the multiple scars on his body. Her heart clenched painfully because she wanted to know each and every story behind all these, regardless of how minuscule they may be.

His hands gripped on hers and he moved them to wrap onto the back of his neck. He lifted her up, allowing her to straddle against him. His fingers fiddled playfully with the hem of her chemise and locked his gaze on her, requesting for permission. The corners of her lips lifted as she raised her arms, allowing him to pull the dress over her. In one smooth motion, she was left all bare in front of him.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

Instead of the embarrassing feeling she had anticipated, she felt confident. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as she moved close to him. A wave of lust rushed into her when she felt him, straining against his pants. A thick, raw groan rumbled off the back of his throat. His voice echoed resoundingly in her ears, drowning her further into the bliss of the moment.

His mouth found hers again and he pushed her back down into the soft sheets. His lips trailed a fiery path down her neck to her collarbone. When she thought that she could not handle fire well, her body was burning with satisfying passion and she enjoyed the very taste and feel of it.

She felt his hand furling against the underswell of her breast and his hot breath caressed over it. Her body went taut instantly and the tip puckered under the tingling sensation. She curved her back off the bed to move closer and he didn't disappoint her. His mouth covered one hard, aching peak and caught the other between agile fingers. She gasped and writhed at the sudden shock and ecstasy.

He gently tugged the sensitive tip with his fingers while he worked on the other with his mouth. Each swirl of his tongue sent lightning zipping through her veins and she cried out in pleasure. She felt his hands wandered along the small of her back down to her hips and into her inner thigh. He took his time as he explored every inch of her skin, as if not wanting to miss a single detail or curve along the way. His hands were eventually replaced by his lips, meandering the same path.

When he reached all the way down and kissed the inside of her thigh, a sense of self-consciousness rose. Unnerved by the intensity growing inside of her, she clamped her legs together and attempted to move away. But Rowan was faster than her, he reached out to hold onto her hips and lifted them.

"Rowan?" she breathed.

"Should I stop here?" he raised his head slightly to look at her.

"N-No..." she flushed. 

He grinned as he parted her legs and lowered himself to her place of need. Her pulse skyrocketed and she nearly collapsed at the overpowering feeling. It was warm and perfect, sliding up her delicate folds. She moaned with every lap of his tongue as tension built within her and her fingers bunched on the soft sheets beneath her. 

"Rowan." His name rolled off her tongue in a harsh whisper. It didn't take long before the tension inside of her snapped. She cried even harder as release powered through her. She was shaking and panting when he moved away. He pushed himself to the edge of the bed, wanting to climb off the bed. 

With all the strength that was left in her, she pushed herself up and pulled him back. Exerting whatever force she could find, she pushed him. He stumbled and fell on his back. She pinned him down by straddling him. 

Now, the tables have turned. 

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• Rowan •

"E-Eli?" he stuttered, straining himself to get his throat work and get those words out. 

He desperately needed to deal with himself in the bath, but she had pulled him back and pushed him down. She straddled him, her hips sat on the very place that was already begging to be touched. His hands gripped on her hip and nudged her gently to the side. He must get her off before he loses his self-control. 

Still, she remained in her position as she lowered herself and kissed him. Her hands roamed his body, touching him everywhere delicately. He let out a throaty groan into their kiss as his heart pounded against his chest. Instinctively, he arched his hips to meet hers as they moved in a synchronised choreography. She moaned softly upon the contact and those mellow sounds sent a sharp tingle to his lower abdomen. 

Goddess, help me. 

It was as though his prayers were heard that she finally lifted herself off him. He quickly sat up, ready to move. But she settled on his thigh and her fingers were already working on removing the buckle on his pants. 

"Eli, what—" he rasped out.

She came to a halt and she raised her head. Those incandescent amber eyes stared right into his, there was burning curiosity. Her hand landed on top of his place of need and he took in a strained inhale. "Eli, you don't have to—"

In her same soft voice, she said, "Let me." Her eyes went to the bulge on his pants before continuing, "But I don't know what to do, Rowan." 

He laughed and positioned her gently to his side. He removed himself from his pants to free himself and held onto her wrist. He moved her hand to stroke along his length, continued to guide her as he observed her staring intensely on her hand while her cheeks flushed in bright red. He grinned and moved closer to kiss her again in an attempt to divert her attention away. 

It didn't take long before his own release rolled through him. His large body shuddered as he leaned his forehead against her shoulder. Inhaling a few deep breaths, he recovered from the aftershocks of his pleasure. He tucked an arm below her knees and the other around her waist before carrying her up and walked towards the bath. He grabbed a warm towel and wiped her hand. 

"Rowan," she called him. 

"Yes, love?"

"Te amo." 
(Translate: I love you.)

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sorry, old habits die hard. i just can't write something without some spice.