Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Chapter 14

Yord sighed, drawing Elara closer. Their kiss deepened, the warmth of their shared breath mingling as his hands roamed, exploring the familiar yet foreign terrain of her back. The feel of her against him was intoxicating, a blend of softness and strength that ignited every nerve.

Elara's hands found their way beneath his tunic, her touch searing his skin as she traced the contours of his muscles. Her fingers were tentative at first, but as Yord responded with a soft groan, she grew bolder, her movements more assured. She marveled at the firm muscles beneath her fingertips, the warmth radiating from his body.

The boundary between them dissolved as they surrendered to the moment. Yord's lips trailed down Elara's neck, each kiss a testament to the emotions he could no longer suppress. Elara's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his locks, pulling him closer. The scent of him, the feeling of his breath against her skin, sent shivers down her spine.

Yord pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Elara," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Are you sure about this?"

Elara nodded, her eyes bright with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. "Yes, Master Yord. I want this. I want you."

With that, any remaining hesitation vanished. "Don't..." He trailed kisses on her neck. " call me master when we're doing this." Yord's hands moved to the hem of her tunic, lifting it over her head with a fluid motion. Elara's breath quickened as she felt the cool air against her skin, the sunlight casting a warm glow on her exposed form. She stood before him, her body illuminated by the afternoon light, her sheer undergarment clinging to her in a way that highlighted her curves.

Yord's eyes roamed over her, drinking in every detail. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he traced the lines of her body, from her shoulders down to her waist. The sensation of her smooth skin under his fingertips sent a thrill through him.

Elara blushed, a shy smile gracing her lips. "And you, Yord, are more than I ever imagined."

Their lips met again, more fervently this time, as they gave in to the passion that had been simmering between them for weeks. Yord's hands traced the curves of her body, committing every inch to memory. He took his time, savoring the feel of her, the way her breath quickened under his touch. Elara's touch was equally reverent, exploring the planes of his chest and the strength in his arms. She pushed his tunic aside, revealing the toned muscles beneath.

Yord's hands moved to untie the sash at her waist, the fabric falling away to reveal more of her. He leaned in, pressing kisses to her collarbone, his lips trailing down to her chest. Elara gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

Yord's heart pounded in his chest as he continued to undress her, each layer revealing more of the woman he had come to care for deeply. He could feel her trembling under his touch, the anticipation and desire evident in every breath she took.

Elara stood before him in nothing but her undergarments, the thin fabric doing little to hide her from his gaze. Yord's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, the way the sunlight danced across her skin. He reached out, his hands gentle as he brushed a lock of hair from her face.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Elara smiled, her eyes shining. "So are you."

Yord kissed her again, his lips moving with a newfound urgency. His hands roamed over her body, mapping out every curve, every dip and rise. He felt the soft tremble of her muscles under his touch, the way she leaned into him, seeking more.