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“Wow,” I murmur against his lips as I finally manage to touch the muscles that I’ve been admiring from afar for what feels like forever. “You are amazing.”
I love these abs, these muscles, especially this V shape that leads me down to where I really want to feel him. Roarke groans, his arousal growing increasingly difficult to hide, which only ignites the fire in me a little deeper. Knowing that I’m the one making him feel this way again.
“I want you, Anya. Right here, right now.” He captures my lips once more, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, demanding entry. My response is instantaneous, mirroring his actions as our tongues danced hungrily together. As we kiss, he slides his hands along my sides, then downward, tracing the gentle slope of my hips.
With each touch, my breath quickens, and my heart races with anticipation. Roarke’s hands cup my bottom, lifting me up onto the edge of a nearby smooth rock, and I find myself grateful for the lack of hesitation in his actions. I want this, need this release of pent up desires.
His lips claim mine again, as his hands move deftly whip off my tee shirt, baring me to his eager gaze.
My breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as his warm breath caresses my skin. Roarke dips his head, kissing a trail down my neck, leaving tender, yet firm marks on my pale flesh. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—a combination of tenderness and intensity that leaves me wanting more.
As his lips move lower, lingering on my collarbone, I gasp, throwing my head back to expose my vulnerable neck. The sensation of his hot breath tickling my skin makes me shiver, my entire body reacting to his attention.
“You feel so good,” Roarke murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So damn perfect under my touch.” He trails kisses down my chest, stopping to nibble gently on my nipple, which responds instantly, hardening beneath his teeth.
I moan loudly into the arm, wrapping my legs around his waist, encouraging him to continue his seductive assault.
Roarke takes me on cue, kissing and nibbling his way down my torso, his fingers dancing along my skin, creating waves of sensation that crash into my core.
He pauses, his lips trailing kisses along my abdomen, as his hands begin to work on sliding down my leggings and panties. With each passing second, my arousal increases, anticipation growing. I’ve yearned for this moment forever, to feel Roarke’s touch again, and the reality of it is far beyond my expectations.
His strong hands pull me closer, my body pressing against his hard frame. As we continue to kiss, Roarke’s hand grazes the softness of my now naked thigh. I tremble, my body thrumming with arousal, as his fingers finally reach their destination. I gasp, clinging tightly to Roarke as he gently strokes my soaking wet slit, pausing to trace phenomenal feeling patterns all over my hyper-sensitive clit. His touch is so gentle, yet so incredibly potent, sending shivers down my spine.
But then Roarke makes it even worse. Just as I feel like I might be about to surrender to his touch, he moves closer, positioning himself between my spread legs. I can feel his throbbing cock, begging for entrance, needing to feel me just as badly as I do him. I arch my back and roll my hips, effectively sliding him inside.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts with the first thrust. “Anya, I…”
But he doesn’t get to finish that sentence. We are overwhelmed by passion and desire and keep slamming our bodies together, hitting all the right spots until this physical mountain isn’t the only one we’re at the peak of. Pleasure is coiling through my system, curling my toes, tensing up all my muscles.
I still love him, I realize as I cling to the top of the mountain, just for a moment to savor the sensation. I never stopped…
And then I fall. I tumble head first into the deep abyss of never ending pleasure that washes over me in uncontrollable waves. I thrash and cry out in bliss as Roarke holds me tight, keeping me close to him. He kisses me to swallow up my screams as if he wants all my pleasure inside of him. Mind you, I feel the exact same way when the roles are reversed…
Everything has changed as we sink into the glorious post orgasmic bliss together, intertwined with one another. The dynamics have shifted now, because Roarke knows the truth, and I know how I still feel about him. That love isn’t going anywhere ever. I just know it. I slide my eyes closed for a moment, wanting to bask in this afterglow for as long as I can…
Sitting together on the edge of the mountain, the world spread out before us, Roarke’s question lingers in the crisp mountain air. “Do you think Ryan will forgive me for being gone?” His voice carries a hint of uncertainty, a rare vulnerability that I’ve rarely seen in him.
I take a moment to contemplate his question, the weight of it sinking in. “I’m sure he will,” I reply, offering reassurance. “He can’t blame you when you didn’t know. We can find that out together, but even if Ryan is distant at first, he’ll come around.” Roarke’s lips curve into a soft smile at my words, and I can see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “He’s a good kid with nothing but adventure on his mind,” I continue, a fondness creeping into my voice. “Not unlike you at that age.”
Roarke smiles at me, a mixture of gratitude and affection in his eyes. It’s a reassuring sight, knowing that we’re in this together, navigating the complexities of our past and the challenges of our future.
As we decide to make our way back down the mountain, Roarke seems eager to carry me like he did when we ascended. His offer is genuine, but I can’t help but shake my head, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of being held in his teeth while descending the mountainside. “I think I’ll pass on that,” I reply with a chuckle, opting for a more conventional descent.
We begin our journey down the mountain, taking careful steps and relishing the moments of quiet camaraderie as we make our way back to the cave, glad to have sorted things out somewhat between us. We might have a long way to go, but me and Roarke being on good terms is better for everyone. As will me no longer having a heavy secret hanging over my shoulder all the time. Everything is out in the open now. At last.
Nightfall descends upon us as we finally make our way back to the cavern, our weary bodies reflecting the arduous journey we’ve undertaken. Sweat glistens on our skin, and the gnawing hunger in our bellies is a stark reminder of the physical toll the day has taken.
Owen, ever the provider of our group, has prepared food that awaits us, and the aroma of a warm meal fills the cavern. The sight of the hearty meal immediately lifts our spirits, offering both nourishment and a sense of comfort.
As we gather around, Wyatt reaches into a hidden corner and retrieves a bottle of wine. The rich, crimson liquid beckons to us, promising a momentary reprieve from the relentless challenges of the Rift. With a shared understanding, we take sips from the bottle, savoring the taste and the camaraderie it represents. The other guys don’t ask what happened between me and Roarke, but I think they get the sense of it anyway. They certainly know that something is better.
Despite the comforting meal and the shared sip of wine, our good spirits are quickly overshadowed by the lingering worry that clings to us like a persistent shadow. Lucas remains unresponsive, trapped in the depths of his trance. It’s as though he has slipped further away from us, retreating into a world that we cannot reach. We thought he was improving, but maybe we were wrong.
The cavern, once a place of respite and companionship, now feels heavy with concern. Our voices grow hushed as we gather around Lucas, watching him closely, searching for any sign of his return to consciousness. The firelight flickers, casting eerie shadows on his still form, emphasizing the uncertainty that hangs in the air.
My heart aches as I look upon my pack mate, a deep sense of helplessness settling in. I know that The Rift is a place of unpredictability and danger, where even the strongest can be vulnerable to its sinister grasp. The unity of our pack has been our greatest strength, but it is moments like these that test our resolve and resilience.
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