47: 47 Crescendo (AVOT)

47 Crescendo (AVOT)

Daisy had been awake for some time, languishing in the warmth and safety of Rhain's arms. She couldn't ignore the dull ache that reminded her of their night's activities, yet strangely, it didn't deter her from wanting more of him.  2

Her fingers traced the muscle contours of his arms and shoulders, wishing he would wake up and take her again. The fluttering in her chest escalated into a wild crescendo at the thought and she was startled at the boldness of her newfound desires.

Rhain reveled in the touch of her wandering hands, her longing palpable against his skin. Women's desires were no novelty to him, but Daisy's was of a unique elixir, her passion both innocent and intoxicating. His heart echoed her desire, tempting him to succumb to the seduction of her touch, to lose himself in her once more.

The scent of her arousal filled the air around them, intoxicating, and rekindling his need for her. He opened his eyes, yearning to see her delicate face, the tender light in her eyes, and her lush lips.

Her tentative explorations came to a halt under his intense gaze, and a blush tainted her cheeks, but the simmering desire in her eyes belied her hesitation. He could understand. A newfound desire was addicting.

Should he make her beg for it? Or should he push her to her pleasurable limits until she pleaded with him to stop?

The urge to hear her beg for him warred with need, to drive her to the brink, to see her squirm and plead for respite from the relentless pleasure he could elicit, was enticing - too enticing to resist.

He ran his fingers languidly down her body, tracing an imaginary path along her curves. Each touch was a brushstroke on the canvas of her skin, a silent story he penned on her body. She closed her eyes momentarily, surrendering to his caress, her pulse echoing his touch in rhythm.

The memory of her straddling him flashed through his mind, her head thrown back in ecstasy, revealing the vulnerable column of her throat, and her hips grinding against him in rhythm with her rising pleasure. Her eyes, shut in bliss, her lips parted in a silent cry, her hands exploring her own body as if in discovery and then cupping her own breasts. The recollection stirred his arousal, triggering an insatiable urge to relive those moments, to witness her in the throes of pleasure once again.

Daisy, completely unaware of his tumultuous thoughts, snuggled closer, her body pressing against his. Her hand trailed down his back, sending shivers across his skin. Then, she did something that surprised him—she kissed his chest, a soft, feather-light touch of her lips against his skin. He groaned softly, the sensation too much to bear.

She continued to place delicate kisses along his chest, each one making his heart thump a little louder. The feeling of his increasingly ragged breath ruffling her hair stirred a sense of power within her. The fact that she could affect him so, with nothing more than soft kisses, thrilled her in a way she couldn't explain.

His hand at her hip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh. His other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and away from his chest. Her lips, now free, were claimed by his in a possessive kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, stroked her, tasted her. 

He pulled away, breathless, his gaze locked onto her flushed face. "Is being ravished how you want to start your morning?" He asked, his gravelly voice making her stomach quiver.

With a simple move, he tucked her beneath him, shoving her legs aside with his. The abruptness of his movements, combined with his provocative words, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. 

Rhain gritted his teeth. He could feel her pulse throbbing, the excitement making her breath catch in her throat. He was seeing a new side of his Daisy. It seemed his little prey perhaps enjoyed a little hunt.

He prowled over her like a predator, his eyes alight with a fiery hunger that sent shivers cascading down her spine. "Do you?" He repeated. 

Daisy could only nod, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Ravished? Why would he use such a word? Even better question, why did it make her heart thumb? 

"Let's see if you find your voice once I start ravishing you," Rhain declared, aligning himself at her entrance, giving her a brief moment to register where he was going, before he slid into her in one smooth, firm stroke.

Daisy's hands shot up to his shoulders, her nails digging into his firm muscles. She arched beneath him, her cry echoing in the quiet room. Though still sore from their previous encounters, her body responded to him instinctively, welcoming the intimate invasion, adjusting to his size and shape. She knew the discomfort would pass, replaced by a pleasure so intense it would eclipse everything else.

Rhain's movements were unrestrained, like an unleashed beast freed from its confines. His thrusts were deep, each one a powerful stroke that penetrated her to her core. There was an untamed rhythm to his movements, one that was wild and alluring, one that made her almost dizzy as he pushed her deeper into the mattress, turning her load moans into whimpers. 

Taking her hands, Rhain pinned her wrists at the sides of her head. The sight of him, above her, powerful and relentless, drew a gasp from Daisy. She was helpless against the pleasure now, having no choice but to surrender to it, yet she wanted it to last longer, just a minute longer but she couldn't. Her body began to writhe, her wrists wriggling in his hold. 

"Rhain… ah!" She couldn't take it anymore. She was so close, but then he stopped, pulling away from her in one move.

The emptiness that followed made her body quiver, but before she could wonder why he stopped, he tossed her around, onto her stomach. 

He covered her with his body before she felt his hot tongue trailing the shell of her ear. She shivered. 

"What… are you doing?" she breathed, confused about the change in position. 

"What you wanted," he husked into her ear.

Daisy's confusion was overtaken by a sudden, intense need. The low rumble of his reply was more than enough to make her stomach flip and flutter. 

His body began to trail down hers, and his throbbing length traced a searing path along her back and bottom, coming to rest between her thighs. The sensation of him entering her again was even more intoxicating, his length stretching her in a deliciously pleasurable manner.

Gripping the sheets tightly, Daisy tried to stifle the gasp that slipped past her lips. Rhain's hands roamed over her arms, his fingers eventually intertwining with hers, creating a sense of intimacy amidst the passionate whirlwind. His soft grunts and harsh breaths against her ear and nape reverberated through her, adding to the stimulation of her senses. 

The new angle in which he took her was a revelation. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper within her, the tip of his length brushing against her in a way that left her gasping for air. 

The restriction on her movements only heightened the intensity, pushing her closer to the edge of her release. 

Rhain was relentless, his pace unchanging as his breath became ragged against her ear, each low growl communicating the crescendo of pleasure they were riding toward until they found their release together, their bodies trembling and hearts pounding in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

Daisy had assumed Rhain merely rolled to her side, catching his breath as she was. But the sharp sound of his footsteps against the floor indicated otherwise. He was leaving, moving towards the privy room.

Confused, she turned on her side, blinking away the post-climactic daze. All she managed to glimpse was his retreating back, the door closing swiftly behind him. A cold rush of confusion washed over her. What just happened?

She pulled the sheet around her, hugging her bare body, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She waited, expecting him to return soon, but he didn't. 

Confused, she rose from the bed, clutching the sheet around her. Her feet carried her towards the privy room. As she reached the door, her voice barely above a whisper, she called, "Rhain?"

The silence was deafening.

Trying again, she knocked lightly on the door, "Rhain? Is something wrong?"

The absence of a response deepened her concern. Respect for his privacy urged her to wait another agonizing moment before trying again, "I am just worried. Could you let me know you are alright?"

Still, silence was all that greeted her. 

She worried something might have happened to him inside there so she decided to go in. "I am coming in," she announced, before proceeding. 

The door creaked open, and her eyes darted around the small room. To her surprise, it was empty. A shiver of dread crawled down her spine. Where was Rhain?

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