Storm's Rapture | Storms Series: Book 1 (This is a Co-Write)

Chapter 25: Rosanna

AN: The Piarari Key is below for reference. Be sure to drop some comments as you read. Enjoy!

Piarari Key

Vasia (vah-sia): snowflake

Raxo (racks-oh): love

A raxi avai (a racks-ee a-vay-ee): I love you

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Rays of sunlight fell on my face causing me to stir. I rolled over and my head landed on something hard. I smelled that familiar lime and musk that had helped ensnare my senses last night.

"Cyris," I breathed.

I felt Cyris' arms wrap around me and a soft, completely satisfied sigh escaped my lips. His lips pressed against my forehead.

"Good morning, Vasia," he greeted me softly.

"Morning," I whispered.

It was silent for a few moments as he just held me, but then my bright green eyes opened to meet his concerned hazel ones.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No," I assured him. "You didn't hurt me. Really, Cyris, I enjoyed it."

He smiled and I felt content in his arms as I snuggled closer to his body.

"Do you feel like taking a bath, raxo?" he asked softly.

"That actually sounds really nice," I told him.

He left the room and as he walked away, I was given a perfect view of his glorious body. I heard him turn on the water to get the bath ready, and a few minutes later he returned. Cyris scooped me up in his arms, then carried me to the tub. He gently set me down in it before climbing in with me. My back was against his chest and I felt at peace. I felt like I could finally let go. I felt Cyris' lips on my neck and let out a soft gasp.

"Cyris," I whispered.

"What is it, raxo?" he asked softly, letting his hands land on my bare chest. I closed my eyes for a moment and a soft moan of pleasure escaped my lips as I let myself be consumed by his touch. I opened my eyes and let the words I'd said before leave my lips, but this time it was different.

"A raxi avai," I whispered. He looked at me, surprised that I'd been able to say the words in Piarari.

"Gods, you're perfect," he whispered. And then he went back to kissing my neck and letting his hands roam my body.

I felt my emotions build and I wanted more. I wanted him. I tilted my head, giving him better access, and he gladly took advantage of it. He gently nipped and sucked at my skin, setting my body on fire. I couldn't take much more of this torture, I needed him. A soft cry of pleasure escaped my lips as I felt him suck the hollow of my throat, a weakness of mine he had used against me last night over and over again. His hands caressed the curves of my body, treating it like it was something delicate, something precious. His lips went up to the base of my ear, but I felt him hesitate briefly before taking my earlobe in his teeth and tugging on it just a little.

I felt my emotions rising even more, I so badly wanted to turn around and take control. To show him that I loved him just as much as he loved me. But his legs were wrapped around mine, holding me in place. It was like he wanted to please me. He didn't seem to care about anything else. He moved his lips back to my neck and started kissing his way down it again. My breathing grew unsteady as I felt him suck the sensitive skin at the hollow of my throat once again. God, it felt so good. Being with him this way was all consuming. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him. Needed him desperately. But then I felt the temperature around me start dropping and I realized what was happening.