23. Rayna

CHAPTER 23

Rayna

A fter I get Lily back to sleep, I see Janta sleeping on the couch. Right where he said he'd be. My heart races as I watch the rise and fall of his chest. I feel emboldened after my resolution to give us a chance, and that kiss only solidified the deal. Slowly I walk over to him, and before I know it I'm running my hand along the contour of his jaw.

His large hand quickly reaches out, encircling my wrist. I gasp, startled at being caught. His eyes adjust and his grip on my wrist loosens, and he sees me.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Nothing," I stammer, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I take a tentative step back.

"Wait," Janta starts. "Don't go. He reaches his hand out and gently pulls me to him.

Our gazes lock and the air between us becomes thick and heavy with a building desire.

"Come to bed with me," I say shyly hoping he says yes.

"...Seriously? What about Lily? Is she?—"

"Just went back down. So, are you coming?"

With a smile he rises from the couch and takes my hand, leading me to my room.

As we cross the doorway, he turns and slips his large hand around the back of my neck, his large fingers almost completely encircling me as he pulls me flush against him.

He claims my lips with an intensity that surprises me, his tongue darting out to explore my mouth. My body melts into his as I let out a soft moan, arching against him instinctively. His other hand finds its way to my waist, pulling me even closer. I can feel the heat emanating from his skin as we press closer, our hearts racing in unison.

His taste is intoxicating, like a fine wine that lingers on the tongue. Every brush of his lips sends shivers down my spine and every tease of his tongue stirs something deep within me. The touch of his rough stubble against my cheek feels electrifying in contrast to my softness.

The room is dimly lit by the moonlight that filters through the window, casting an ethereal glow over us both. The rustle of sheets fills the air as we become lost in each other's embrace. His hands trail down my back, stopping at the hemline of my dress before slowly gliding upwards to rest on my bare skin.

His warmth envelopes me completely as he guides us both onto the bed, never breaking the

I feel incredibly exposed as I watch him slowly undress me, taking time to kiss each new piece of bare skin as each article of clothing gets tossed to the floor. His hands glide over my stomach, my hips, my thighs, tracing patterns that send shivers up and down my spine. His lips follow suit, leaving a trail of fiery kisses from my neck to my collarbone. We're breathless against each other in the warm darkness, our hearts beating wildly in unison.

The feel of his rough stubble against my soft skin sends tingles through every inch of me, making me squirm and arch into him with need. He pulls back slightly to remove my bra, revealing my perky breasts to the cool air. His fingers tease the other nipple gently, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before capturing it between his teeth and giving a soft bite that sends shockwaves down to my core.

His hand slides down to cup my mound through my panties, and it's then that I realize just how wet I am for him already. I whimper at the sensation of his kiss. Every movement is deliberate and purposeful; it's like he knows exactly what I need before I even realize it myself.

As we continue to make out passionately, our breaths turning ragged, Janta finally pulls away from the kiss and trails kisses along my jawline up towards my earlobe where he nibbles softly causing tingles to ripple through my body.

As the last bit of fabric falls away, I gasp as cool air caresses my sensitive skin for the briefest moment before his hot breath fans across it, and then his lips are on me once more, his tongue trailing against my inner thigh. He kisses my leg and nibbles gently, making me shiver at the sensation.

His tongue darts out to taste my juices, lapping at them hungrily as his hand dives between our bodies to part me. It's an intimate moment that sends thrills through my entire being. He looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes dark and full of desire.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice deep and rough. I can barely form words in response, but I manage to mumble something unintelligible that must convey what I feel because he smiles wickedly and leans in for another kiss.

This time it's deeper, more passionate, his tongue exploring my mouth as his fingers begin to probe deep inside of me. It feels incredible - almost too good to be true - and all thoughts of resistance evaporate as I cling onto him tighter. His touch is magical; it feels like he's unlocking every hidden part of me that has longed for this moment.

He groans into the kiss as he finds my sweet spot, rubbing circles around it slowly while maintaining eye contact with me throughout the entire experience. His other hand cups my ass cheek gently before sliding

The room feels electric with anticipation as Janta gently pushes me back onto the bed, covering me with his body from head to toe. I shiver slightly at the contact, feeling his hard cock grind against my thigh.

He kisses his way down my neck, nibbling and nipping softly as his hands explore every inch of my exposed skin. His lips finally reach my breast, and he takes a small nipple into his mouth with a soft moan. He sucks gently at first, teasing me with the sensation of his warm tongue circling around the sensitive tip. As he works his magic on one nipple, his fingers move to play with the other, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

My back arches off the mattress as he spreads my legs apart, his fingers finding my aching core. With skilled precision, he circles my clit with a feather-light touch, driving me to the brink of madness. I beg for more, but he continues to tease and torment me with just enough pressure to keep me on edge.

"Please," I moan desperately, grasping at his hair and pulling him closer to my dripping center. He smirks devilishly before slowly sliding inside of me in one smooth motion.

"I love you," he groans as my walls cling to him, tensing as he slowly begins to thrust inside me.

"I love you too," I moan, as he fills me, feeling every inch of him stretching me yet also filling a void deep within me. His hips start to rock back and forth, a primitive rhythm taking over.

The sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room. The bed squeaks under our weight as he begins to pound into my wet pussy. I can feel his muscles flexing, his abs tense as he ravages me. It's hot and passionate, and it feels so right. His movements are powerful yet gentle, like the ocean meeting the shore - a force that cannot be stopped but doesn't destroy what it finds.

He looks down at me with burning eyes, his chest heaving as he picks up speed. His hands grip my hips more firmly now, pulling my body against his own in time with each stroke. It makes him even deeper inside of me and sends shivers down my spine. Sweat begins to bead on both our bodies from the intensity of this act we're sharing.

I reach up, running my fingers through his hair as I pull him down for another kiss that is more demanding than before. We groan together in perfect harmony; our tongues entwine greedily while we exchange our love for each other through this dance of desire and lust.

Our tongues continue to duel as he thrusts deeper, harder, faster into me. Every stroke stretches my walls and fills my core with his delicious thickness, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. With each powerful thrust, his hips slam against mine in a primal rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

His hands grip my hips tighter, pulling me into him as if he's trying to consume me completely, not letting go until he's claimed every inch of my body.

"Fuck, I love you," he says, his breathing is ragged.

The slap of our skin echoes off the walls around us, mixing with our heavy breathing and moans. His body is a furnace, burning hot against mine; every stroke sends electric currents racing through my nerve endings as we approach the peak of ecstasy together.

I run my fingernails lightly down his strong back, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake as I dig my heels into the mattress beneath us. He groans into the kiss, his tongue dancing more desperately with mine now, seeking more contact than ever before.

Every brush against mine sends another wave of bliss coursing through me until finally - finally! - he slams into me one last time and I cry out. "I love you," over and over as he shouts my name, spilling deep inside me in unison with my orgasm.