42: 42 Blossoming Under The Moon (AVOT)

42 Blossoming Under The Moon (AVOT)

Daisy's heart throbbed wildly in her chest. Was she ready for the intensity of what she had unleashed? The solid presence of his arousal against her sent a thrilling fear coursing through her veins, intertwining with her own longing. The disturbing narratives she had heard in hushed whispers filled her mind, adding a tinge of dread to the simmering tension.2

Rhain, meanwhile, was being tormented by the intoxicating cocktail of her fear and arousal. The stark, raw scent of her anxiety tangled with the heady perfume of her desire, setting his senses alight. It was a maddening mix, his need for her matching the throbbing pulse of his hunger.

His thirst, however, would have to remain unsatisfied for now. He was acutely aware he could not satiate both his cravings at once - not the first time at least. He yearned to see her surrender to him completely, while the primitive desire for her blood was more insidious, craving her terror.

With a groan, Rhain buried his face into the crook of her neck, grinding his body against hers in a desperate attempt to forget his thirst and focus on his other, more carnal need. Her scent was a siren's call, and her body a feast of heat and luscious curves. The warmth from her bare thighs against his own was a tantalizing promise, an invitation to seek out that deliciously wet and inviting space nestled between them.

As his hand began to explore the landscape of her body, Daisy's own tentative touch traced the muscled plane of his thighs. As he continued to uncover her, her own hands began to move, though they shyly avoided the firm globes of his backside.

Rhain's lips moved lower, his teeth tugging at the fabric of her nightgown, exposing her creamy skin to the cool air and his hungry gaze. Daisy's heart pounded, not merely with fear this time. 

As his mouth journeyed across her skin, her thoughts became a tumultuous whirl, the undercurrent of fear fading under the onslaught of his sensual caress. His mouth was like velvet fire, igniting every nerve it grazed. Daisy found herself arching her back, pressing herself into him, craving more.

She was grateful for the darkness as his hands slipped the gown further down her body. When his palm brushed over her breast, a shiver shot through her, her sensitive peaks hardening beneath the delicate fabric of her nightgown. 

She bit her lip, yearning for more of his touch even as he deftly removed her gown. In the darkness, she found a semblance of comfort, clinging to the hope that he couldn't see her too clearly. His fingers traced the curves of her breasts, their touch eliciting a whimper from her before he captured a tender peak between them, tugging lightly.

Any embarrassment she might have felt was swallowed by a deep moan, as his fingers flirted with the peak, while his lips traced a path of heated kisses around the full swell of her breast. 

A thought surfaced, unbidden but undeniable - she wanted his mouth where his fingers were. The thought brought a flush of heat, and as if reading her mind, his tongue trailed a path of molten heat to her nipple, flicking over the hardened peak and eliciting a shuddering response from her.

His deft tongue worked back and forth, creating waves of pleasure that coursed through her, making her arch her back towards him. He slid an arm beneath her for support, his hand cupping her breast before taking her into his mouth. 

She let out a guttural cry she barely recognized, the sensations overwhelming her, every tug of his mouth reverberating in her very core, mirroring the throbbing need between her legs.

He suckled her in a way that had her entire body strung taut, before he shifted his attention to her other breast, causing her to moan in a pleading tone. The rigid length pressing into her hip was no longer a source of discomfort; rather, it sparked a new curiosity, a desire to press against it, to learn its contours. There was an aching throb between her legs, an unexplored territory of desire that begged for his touch.

Rhain towered over her, his eyes smoldering with undisguised desire. His thumb traced her lower lip, causing her breath to hitch. "You make such sweet sounds," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. His words caused her to flush, yet it was the raw intensity in his voice that caused a quiver to ripple through her. The rawness of his desire should have terrified her, but inexplicably, she found herself longing for him to act on it.

His lips captured hers, mirroring the teasing tugs he had bestowed upon her breasts. As she returned his kiss, her thighs tensed around him. With a gentle rock of his hips, he set a rhythm that caused her body to hum with a pleasurable ache, every movement escalating the intensity of the pulse that throbbed within her. 

"Take the rest off," he murmured into her ear. "Use your feet."

Her feet? The request baffled her momentarily, but as she bent her knees, her toes found the waistband of his trousers and began to push them down. Rhain shifted his weight, aiding her in the awkward task, and then he was back, his body pressed against hers, his lips claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.

Without conscious thought, her toes continued to explore, gently stroking up and down his bare thighs, eliciting an involuntary shiver from him.

His hands ventured under her gown, lifting it higher and higher. When he finally pulled it above her hips, exposing her fully to him, she felt a new wave of self-consciousness. His arousal was now pressing directly against her skin. 

Her breath hitched. He was hotter, harder, and more insistent than she had imagined. She'd heard that the first time was usually painful, but that was hard to reconcile with the eager anticipation her body was expressing. Would it still be painful.

"Rhain…" her voice trembled, thick with uncertainty and desire. She longed to see his face, to read his emotions. His glowing eyes sought hers, "I will take it slow," he promised.

In his mind, he added a silent promise– just this first time. Once her body adjusted to his,  he was not going to hold back. After all, he didn't have much time with her, so he was going to exhaust every possible way he could have her.

Instead of positioning himself, he adjusted her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, aligning her with his aching need. She stiffened slightly, fear mingling with anticipation. He could erase all her fears, could even command the pain away, but that was a line he refused to cross.

"Daisy," he said softly, his voice caressing her name.

Looking up at him, she met his gaze. Rhain lowered his head, placing a soft, tender kiss on her lips. The kiss was so gentle, so deliberate, as if he was trying to show her how delicately he could treat her, how safe she was with him.

Feeling reassured, Daisy relaxed into the kiss, seeking more of his lips. His hand slipped between her thighs, his hardness aligning at her entrance while he continued to kiss her, the tip of his length teasing in a rhythm that had her breathless and arching her hips into him. 

Rhain finally gave in to her plea, slowly pushing in. Daisy gasped and her body tensed, instinctively resisting the intrusion. The initial discomfort was sharper than she had anticipated, a momentary sting that caused her to grip his shoulders tightly.

Rhain stilled, his breath hitching as he felt her body resist him. His instincts screamed at him to claim her, to drive forward, but he held back, focusing on the softness of her lips and the sweet smell of her arousal.

"Breathe, Daisy …" he reminded her, his voice a soft whisper in her ear. He began to distract her, placing light kisses along her neck, his free hand playing with her hair, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her hip.

Slowly, Daisy's body began to relax despite the discomfort. Rhain sensed her shift, and he gently began to move again, his pace slow and deliberate. 

This is painful, Daisy thought feeling stupid for expecting the utter pleasure she found in his touch yet… she didn't stop him. There was a certain relief she found that she couldn't quite explain and as he moved inside of her that feeling increased. 

The feeling of being full, of having the urgent throb between her legs being met with a thrust. The gasps of discomfort morphed into sighs of satisfaction, and soon, her body began to move instinctively in tandem with his. 

Something within Daisy seemed to unfurl, a blossom of pleasure that radiated outward with each meeting of their bodies. It wasn't long before the discomfort was forgotten entirely and her world narrowed to the man above her and the incredible sensations he was eliciting, a crescendo of pleasure was building within her, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces.

Rhain watched her transformation with awe. The woman beneath him was lost in a world of pleasure, her inhibitions shed under his touch. His own need was unbearable, a constant drum in his veins that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Every sound Daisy made, every tremble that wracked her body, spurred him on. He was teetering on the edge of his own pleasure.

Sensing her readiness, Rhain leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice husky with desire. "Let go, Daisy," he encouraged, the plea almost a growl. He wanted to watch her crumble beneath him, wanted to feel her body tighten around him as she gave in to the pleasure.

With a final, desperate cry, Daisy surrendered. The sensation of release was like nothing she had ever felt before; a torrent of pleasure that overwhelmed her senses, radiating from her core to every nerve ending in her body. Her back arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy consumed her.

Rhain was lost in her release. The feel of her body pulsating around him was his undoing. With a deep growl, he thrust into her a final time, his body stiffening as pleasure unlike any he'd ever known rippled through him.

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