It was, indeed, a good thing that Ryk gave Einin that warning because otherwise that drink would have wound up all over them both. She gasped in surprise and pleasure, her skin flushing pink, and let her legs fall open shamelessly as her hands clutched his arms tightly, body trembling and hips jerking. Her dress was getting in the way, the folds bunched up around her waist and draping over Ryk's hands while she sat on the rest of it, and gods, she knew it as going to be a mess by the time they were through; already she was soaked.
Which Ryk soon discovered as his fingers slid lower, and her belly tightened and toes curled as his fingers prodded her--and then slid inside with that familiar, wonderful stretch. Her hands squeezed his arm, her head tilted back against his hand, and more little whimpers slipped out before she realized, oh gods, how private was his study exactly?
Her thoughts cut off sharply when his fingers curled against that place that took her breath away, hand flying over her mouth to hold back the sound that wanted to tear from her throat. Oh gods, what...what was he...?
It was intense, so intense she could focus on little else but that building, glorious pressure and his lips on her skin, her muscles tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Gods, she didn't know how he did it, how he knew her body so perfectly so soon, but soon she was writhing, hips twisting, breath coming out in fast, ragged pants.
And then he stopped?
Sucking in a deep breath, Einin cracked her eyes open and--
OH MY GODS.
Before she could hardly register what was happening, Ryk was slitting open the front of her dress with swift expertise, and--oh GODS. Her heart leaped into her throat, rendering her speechless, an impossible heat coiling between her thighs, and if she'd thought her pulse was racing before, it doubled as the fabric fell loose around her, baring her pale skin to his touch. It didn't even hit her that she'd have to explain the dress's loss later; all she could think of was that he'd wanted her so much he'd torn off her dress, and the wild carnality of it, the danger of it, the casual display of his strength and desire, was so startling, and so strangely arousing, she didn't even have it in her to be upset.
She just wanted him to take her. Right now.
"R-Ryk," she breathed, a moan, words failing her as his mouth found her breasts and fingers continued their work, but it wasn't enough, she wanted more, wanted him inside her, and though each stroke of his thumb and thrust of his fingers made her tighten and cry out, gods, she wanted him.
"Gods, Ryk, I--I..." She was trembling, hips bucking against his hand, her eyes clenched shut and body tense with pleasure. She bit her lip hard, but the whimpers still escaped her, and her nails dug into his arm as the pleasure heightened until-- "Oh gods, I'm...I'm gonna...!"
She cut off with a cry, hands covering her mouth as she bit her finger, hardly knowing what to do with herself. Her climax left her breathless and dizzy, lightheaded with euphoria, and when he finally stopped she was still shaking, still sensitive and warm all over. She went limp but managed a little nod at his question, which had a very obvious answer. Did she like that?
"You think?" She cracked an eye open, lips curling in a half smile, before she blushed again as he licked his fingers clean of...well, of her.
Finally, though, he gave her what she wanted as he maneuvered her around and freed his cock, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, tongue tasting his, lips and teeth nibbling, and hips rolling forward to nudge against his cock, which was trapped between them. At least, until he leaned her back and caressed her--which not only gave him a chance to look at her, but her a chance to look at him.
For a moment, as she met his striking blue eyes, shivering beneath his touch and still lightly panting, something strange and wonderful, yet oddly terrifying, swelled in her chest.
She was going to marry this man.
And she wanted it.
She met his eyes at his question, a tight feeling in her throat, but she shoved the feelings back stubbornly and pressed a fierce kiss to his mouth, her tongue slipping between his lips as she devoured him. Her hands glided into his hair and she pressed her lips to his jaw, to his neck.
"I was ready an hour ago, old fart," she said with a shy grin, and rested her forehead against his, her nipples brushing against his chest. She glanced down between them, cheeks still brightly flushed--this still hardly felt real sometimes--and then slipped a hand down to grasp him gently, lifting her hips and then rocking gently to glide him between the lips of her sex. Back and forth she rocked, her breath shuddering out past her lips as he stroked against her still sensitive clit before, finally, she aligned him against her--and forced her hips down.
Her body tensed, her hand clapping over her mouth as she cried out. Her body was still adjusting to him, but any discomfort was only momentary, and soon the powerful stretch of him inside her had her whimpering in pleasure as she wiggled her hips to take him in deeper, until she was fully seated in his lap.
"Gods, you feel good," she moaned as for a moment she just stayed there, letting him fill her, before she gripped his shoulders and lifted up before plunging back down, and then she began to rock, gripping him tightly as her hips rolled in little circles and her clit ground into his pelvis, taking her breath away.