the angels hidden blade

THIRTY EIGHT

Nefeli's heart raced with a potent blend of anticipation and longing, a symphony of emotions that echoed in the charged air. 

She could hear her small moans as his rough hands moved over her hips and skin.

Every touch, every caress from him sent shivers down her spine, awakening a hunger she had never known before.

It roared to life and sunk its teeth into her blood. Heating it like fire.

Their lips, locked in a fervent dance, devoured each other with a hunger that transcended the physical. 

Nefeli's fingers, as if guided by an instinctive yearning, found their way into Geralt's hair, delicately tangling in its silky strands. 

She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a vigour that conveyed a longing too profound for words.

The sensation of his hair between her fingers electrified her senses, intensifying the intimacy of their embrace.

Her actions stirred a primal desire within him, fuelling the fire that raged between them. 

He responded with equal fervour, a low hum of pleasure radiating through his chest, his hands roaming her body with an unbridled force. 

The gentle pressure of his touch on her skin left a trail of fiery sensations in its wake, igniting that hunger that burned deep within her.

"Do you want this?" It was a quiet-spoken question but rang around the room. 

It held much more meaning than just 'this' it sounded as if it meant 'everything'. 

The night sky seemed to reflect the answer back to her, the stars shimmering as if asking her themselves. 

She stilled, her head ringing and her body buzzing. She could feel something curling around her and waiting to explode into stardust. 

"I want you, Wolf," Her words were breathless as her eyes stared at the man who sat over her. 

His black gaze filled with desire, hunger, and longing darkened dilating into smouldering intensity. 

Then his hands went straight to where she wanted the most. 

A loud moan ripped through her as his fingers dove under the silk of her dress and straight between her thighs. 

A satisfied smile spread across his lips as he heard the sound. Nefeli couldn't hear anything as her mouth dropped open and she gasped at the feeling.

He rubbed small circles into her, sending shivers across her skin. 

Her eyes widened with shock as he slid a large finger inside her, pumping it slowly. 

She had never felt anything like it before, and she could feel it stretch out the walls inside her and build something low and hot in her stomach. 

She could hear the loud and sinful sounds falling from her mouth but she couldn't stop as pleasure ripped into her tearing her apart with its teeth.

She felt the bed move around her, then saw his scarred chest move into her vision. 

He had taken his leather top off with ease.

His torso was pale and riddled with scars tearing from one side of his body to the other. 

She immediately sat up, his fingers didn't still inside her as she stared. His eyebrows rose when he saw her looking, a faint uncertain look passed over his face as he saw her staring at his old wounds.