Under the Oak Tree

Chapter 81 – I Want All of Him (2) | 19

“No, I...” Max began protesting as she closed her legs once he was gone almost immediately in embarrassment. Riftan’s deep gaze refused to move away from her as he made quick work of his armor, throwing the breastplate, shoulder pads, greaves, boots and his tunic haphazardly to the floor.

On his back glistened the thin sheen of sweat, as the sunlight poured in from the window. His muscles flexed as he moved, much like a skintight golden armor. Max found herself enamored with the sight of his naked torso.

It used to be the sight of a man would cause her so much terror. However, with Riftan, it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so unlike with their enemies who would tremble at the sight of him. She could feel her heart thundering against her chest...

She wanted to touch him.

“Come here.” He whispered as he tossed his pants off and sat on the edge of the bed, fingers moving in come hither motion. “Come sit on top of me.”

“Ri-Riftan, I-”

“You’re not satisfied yet, aren’t you?” he asked her, quirked up a brow in her direction, “I’ll make you full again.” He said, his hands moving to grab his member. She hesitated for a moment, before doing as he told, watched in a sensual thrill as he pumped his hands on his length, making it go hard as she moved to straddle his hips.

His free hand gripped her soft thigh,s guiding her as he steadied her on his lap. She tried to stand up again, her embarrassment getting the best of her, but his grip on her waist prevented her from escaping.

He drew her in, slowly, mouth quickly wrapping itself around her chest as he scraped his teeth around her perked nubs. She moaned as she felt him rubbing his now hardened member against her petals, the touch teasingly light. Her arms snaked around his head to pull him closer.

It was as if she was possessed – her finger wounded themselves around his hair, pulling at him, hugging him closer to her peaks. It was as if her body was demanding for him to be closer. She buried her face, inhaling the scent of his hair as she rubbed her smooth cheek against it.

He gave one upward thrust, and entered her until he was fully sheathed inside. Max shuddered in pain and satisfaction simultaneously. Their limbs entwined around each other’s like snakes coiling around during mating season.

“You, you... you were about to go crazy without me too, right?” Riftan breathed out, his desperation leaking out of his voice as he stared at her. Max stared at him with hooded eyes, her body warm as it was wrapped around his, heart pounding hard against her chest.

It felt like it would burst.

“Hey, tell me.” He prodded once more, “I’m not the only one going insane, right?” he repeated in a low growl and Max moaned.

“Yes, I was a-about to go cra-crazy.” She admitted as she mumbled her words, her mind muddled with pleasure.

He gritted his teeth as he continued to pound against her, his hips thrusting in deeper strokes as her body shuddered with the force and intense pleasure. Her nails dug into his skin as her hands found purchase on his neck. And eith every deep thrust, her wetness clung to his skin, driving him mad.

Her inner walls scraped against his ho, throbbing length, wracking her nerves with endless desire as she rolled her hips in tandem with his. Despite their skin already rubbing against each other, she still wanted to pull him closer, bury him deeper into her.

Max cried out, the slick of their sweat made it harder for her to hold on.

More, just a little more, she chanted inside her mind. The heat coiling around her gut...

She wanted to swallow him whole, devour every last inch of him.

Mine, take me... her voice echoed inside her thoughts as she hugged him tighter, clinging onto him for dear life...

“Max... Max... ngh...” he moaned against her ear, his warm breath hitting her earlobes.

Max pulled away as she opened up her eyes to look at him.

So beautiful, she thought.

To think such a specimen would look at her with such desire, filling every crevice of her body with want and satisfaction...

Staring at her as if she was the only one for him.

The floodgates opened as he filled her as promised and Max felt like crying.

***

The cackle of the fire as it danced on the wood, and the rattling sound woke Max up from her slumber. Before she knew it, the day had ended, and now it was dark outside.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting, before she pulled herself up as quick as she could when she spotted him. Riftan stood in front of the fireplace, his gaze trained intensely onto the burning logs.

Despite her efforts, her legs were stubborn, unmoved as the strength from her body left her. She let out a soft groan in protest, when Riftan quickly spun around to see her trying to get up.

He must’ve heard her.

He was already dressed comfortably, a black tunic with wet spots all over, indicating he had taken a bath shortly before.

“You’re quite the light sleeper, aren’t you?” he told her, his eyes glinted with amusement as he let out a low chuckle. Max shook the sleep away from her mind.

“I di-didn’t e-even know you washed up.” She told him, and he hummed at her, suddenly walking towards her.

“I wanted to wait until you woke up to take a bath together, but I needed to ask some questions.” He informed her, planting a soft kiss on her bare shoulder blades. She felt her cheeks flush, as she looked up at him with nervousness.

“So, you in-interrogated them?”

“Yes.” He sighed as he stared back to the fire, “I even summoned the clergy to verify on of their status.”

“So there’s, he was re-really an a-aristocrat..?” she asked, as Riftan grew silent.

The frown he gave her for her question made her tense up.

Why was she asking so carefully?