Lana allowed him to take the reigns. He read her body so well, so artfully well, making her react in ways, on so many levels, that she never knew she could. She took one of his hands and slid it beneath her back, just over the dark crystal above her tailbone. Relief swam over her in the moment of their interlocking. She had wanted him, always wanted him, for so long. She savored each little sound he made, each revving her own moans in return against his ear. Intimate. Appetizing. Feverishly suffocating. Rhythmic. Comforting. Lana let herself succumb to his decisions, wanting only to know that she pleased him. At times it seemed that she might not survive how painfully wonderful he was, he was indescribably intense. In a moment of rapture she held to him, her face buried in his hair. And then, an unsettling anxiety slowly crept from her chest into her throat and her abdomen, and she thought she heard the echo of an indistinguishable voice. It made her feel suddenly shy, as if others were watching them in their most intimate moments, exploiting the privacy of their closed quarters. She almost felt embarrassed, something she had never often been accustomed to. She said his name again, this time with a tone of awareness.
"Ghanon..."