Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

M ila felt the warmth of Roq’s breath on her neck as he trailed kisses down her jaw. His gentle touch ignited a fire within her, and she couldn’t help but tug at his blanket, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers.

“Mila...” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, “I want you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. As if that were a catalyst, Roq’s kisses become more insistent, his tongue dancing with hers in a passionate dance. At the same time, his hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

The cave around them faded away, their world reduced to the perfect storm of their entwined bodies, their hearts pounding in unison.

Roq slid his hands down her back, lifting her against the cool cave wall, and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her collarbone, leaving a heated path of kisses, and Mila moaned softly, arching her back, offering herself to him.

With a groan, Roq pulled away for a moment, and their eyes met. In the dim light of the cave, their gazes burned with desire and something deeper.

“Mila,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” she gasped, her fingers tangled in his hair, “I’ve always wanted you, Roq.”

With a low growl of need, Roq leaned in again, his lips capturing hers once more as he pressed her further into the wall, their bodies melding together, their hearts pounding as one.

Mila shivered in the cool air, but not from the chill – it was the intensity of Roq’s gaze that sent shivers down her spine.

Roq kissed his way down her neck, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line along her collarbone. She couldn’t help but moan as he reached her chest, his teasingly soft touches making her squirm against him. He took his time, lavishing attention on one breast, then the other, the slightest flick of his tongue against her nipples sending bolts of electricity straight to her core.

“Oh, Roq,” she moaned, gripping the rocky surface of the cave wall for support as his talented mouth continued to worship her body. His hands roamed her curves, leaving a trail of fire, and Mila couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever felt so alive, so free, so utterly desired.

He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to tease her navel with his tongue, making her giggle with delight before moving lower still. Anticipation building inside her, Mila shifted impatiently, craving the touch of his lips where she ached the most.

“Patience, little one,” he purred, his voice low and husky with desire. His hands continued their exploration, cupping her hips, squeezing her bottom, as he brought her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Mila begged, “Roq, please...”

He chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes, and then his tongue was there – hot, wet, and oh, so wonderful against her aching heat. Mila arched her back, the sensations he evoked nearly sending her over the edge on the spot. He knew just where to touch, just how much pressure to apply, and she couldn’t help but whimper and moan his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

He didn’t stop there, though – Roq was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. He continued to tease her, to taste her, using his tongue and fingers in ways Mila had never imagined were possible. Her orgasms came in waves, one after another, each more intense than the last, until she was dizzy with the force of them.

Finally, spent and boneless, Mila collapsed against the cave wall, her heart pounding in her chest. Roq stood before her, his chest heaving, and a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“Now,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips, “I think it’s my turn.”

With that, he reached into his pack and retrieved a condom, deftly sheathing himself. His eyes locked with hers as he moved back between her legs, his arousal hard and throbbing against her damp heat.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

Mila nodded, her reply barely a whisper. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Slowly, gently, Roq entered her, his body sinking deep within hers. They both moaned at the exquisite pressure, their bodies made to fit together perfectly. Mila wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he began to move inside her, his thrusts shallow at first, then picking up speed and intensity.

The storm raged outside, but all Mila could focus on was the man above her, the man who had set her world on fire. His lips found hers again, his kisses as passionate and all-consuming as their lovemaking. Their bodies moved as one, their moans echoing off the cave walls.

Faster and harder they went, lost in the moment, lost in each other. This was more than just sex – this was something deeper, more profound. It was as if their very souls were entwined as much as their bodies, and nothing else mattered but this, this connection, this understanding.

And then, as the intensity between them reached a fever pitch, as the flames of passion consumed them both, they climaxed together, their cries mingling with the thunder and the rain, their heartbeats pounding in sync as they held onto each other, lost in the throes of ecstasy.