41: 41 In the dark (AVOT)

41 In the dark (AVOT)

"Well…" Daisy's brows furrowed thoughtfully in the dim light. She delicately broached a topic he had briefly mentioned before their union. "You said you had a brother," Her voice was soft, filled with caution because of his use of the past tense.0

His golden eyes seemed to dim a little as they met hers. "Yes," he replied, his tone mirroring her quietude.

"And what happened to him?" She asked, her whisper barely disturbing the silence that blanketed the room.

His gaze lowered, retreating from the intimacy of their shared silence. The brief pause before he answered was filled with a painful recollection. "He was sick," he responded.

"Your parents too?" She continued to tread.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"And how old were you when…" she trailed off, letting the unsaid hang in the air.

His lips curved into a ghost of a smile, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. "When my parents passed away, I was eleven," he revealed, his voice imbued with the echoes of a painful past. Then, his gaze drifted away, lost in the threads of forgotten times. "And then...I lost my brother," he added, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

Sensing his growing discomfort, Daisy decided to tread no further down this path of painful memories. His gaze found her again when she chose to remain silent. "Is that all?" He asked, his voice returning to its usual nonchalance.

"For tonight," she replied, granting him respite from her gentle prying.

"Well," he began, reaching for her hand. He placed it on his chest, her palm flush against his shirt. "There are other ways to know me."

Her skin prickled with heat, her heart pounding with a newly awakened curiosity as he dragged it down his torso. He guided her hand to slip beneath his shirt and feel the hardened planes of his abdomen.

Daisy inhaled sharply, feeling a strange exhilaration bubbling within her. The slow journey her hand made across his body seemed to unlock something in her, something she had never known before.

She didn't even notice when he stopped guiding her hand, her own will taking over. It was not until her fingers traced the contours of his chest that she realized he had let go. When her gaze finally met his, his eyes appeared to be on fire, smoldering in the dim light.

Pulling away, he held her gaze captive as he stripped off his shirt. His exposed skin, under the moonlight filtering through the window, was a sight to behold—enticing and beautiful.

Her heart raced as he descended onto her, their bodies separated by a fraction of space. Her hand instinctively gravitated towards his broad shoulders, though she remained motionless, unsure of her next move.

With a whisper as soft as the fabric of her nightgown, he reassured her, "Don't hold back." His voice, imbued with an inviting warmth, enveloped her body like a shroud. "I know you want to." And with these words, he claimed her lips. 

His kiss was like a masterful symphony, with every note resonating within her, every tug sending waves of heat that danced like wildfire. 

Her hands, guided by newfound curiosity, ventured tentatively across his body, exploring the broad expanse of his shoulders, the sculpted contours of his muscles, and the potent strength concealed beneath his skin. Her fingertips danced along the undulating ridges and valleys of his back, digging into his muscles when he coaxed her lips apart, deepening the kiss. 

His hands wandered to her waist, his touch searing against her skin. He moved lower, tracing the sensual curves of her hips, setting off a cascade of sparks within her that threatened to engulf her whole.

Their shared heat in the dark, stirred a pulsating rhythm in her core, spurring her towards him. She yearned for their bodies to fuse, their edges to blurr into a single entity. She parted her legs further, drawing him closer, allowing him to nestle further into her warmth. He pushed into her, his closeness evoked a deep, guttural moan from her that vibrated against his lips in a silent plea for more.

His hand, with an almost predicting intuition, reached for her gown, hitching it higher as it crept underneath. Another sigh tumbled from her lips as he took hold of her, his hand leisurely ascending her thigh. A powerful wave of anticipation surged within her, making her every nerve hum in delightful agony. 

Rhain was in utter agony himself, and it wasn't only the thirst that her thrumming heart and warm blood ignited in him but also the hunger for her flesh. It was just as strong. She made him reach the peak of pain faster than he had ever reached. 

Everything about her made his body twitch in response, the soft murmur of her pleasure humming against his lips, the gentle but insistent pull of her fingers on his back, and the way her body arched towards his. 

He wanted to free his body from the restraint of his clothes and bury himself in her instead. 

Daisy made a tiny whimper of protest as he took his mouth away from her. 

"The trousers," Rhain husked, curious to see if she would be willing to free him from this agony. 

She stiffened a little, pausing momentarily. His curiosity was piqued, wanting to see how far her bravery went. She was often bolder than the mortal maidens he knew.

Her fingers, trembling yet determined, traced the path down his defined abdomen to the waistband of his trousers. The tentative touch was a spark that ignited a blaze within him, causing him to tense with anticipation. His arousal throbbed painfully in response, with every nerve ending in his body screaming for her touch. Yet, he resisted the urge to simply strip bare and claim her, sensing the nervousness emanating from her. 

"You don't have to," he assured her, his voice steady yet strained. 

Contrary to his expectations, his words seemed to bolster her confidence. Her fingers, now steady, undid his buttons one by one. A thrill of excitement coursed through him as she hesitated again, her hand just at the edge of his trousers. The anticipation was almost too much for him, but he willed himself to wait, and let her take her time.

Caught in a tumultuous storm of emotions, Daisy's heart pounded a fierce rhythm within her chest. Her body ached with a desire she had never experienced before, pulling her towards unexplored territories. While her mind swirled with curiosity, it also harbored a small seed of fear. 

Fear of the unknown. She could not help but wonder, with a shudder, what the rest of his body would feel like. Would he feel as perfectly rigid and strong? 

The thought made her breath hitch but also gave her a bit of courage to go ahead and find the answer to her question. 

She gently tugged his trousers down, though only managing to reach midway down his thighs. His response was a guttural sound, something between a low growl and a groan that rumbled deep within his chest. The sound stirred something within her, a strange excitement fluttering in her belly like a startled bird.

A sudden stiffness gripped her as he descended onto her, a solid presence pressing insistently against her hipbone. The unfamiliar sensation was overwhelming, causing her breath to still. 

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