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Chapter 36

Languid and Lazy

Anna had never felt so relaxed. She'd never had such a powerful orgasm. She'd never been with any man before, but she had occasionally indulged in self-pleasure, though it had never been as intense as this. Part of her had wanted to give him pleasure in return, but she had no idea what he would like. She'd never seen or touched a male before. She had felt his arousal press against her a few times, and it had fuelled her longing for him. Knowing that he desired her, had increased her own arousal.

She also enjoyed kissing him. He tasted so warm and sweet, his lips were so soft, and yet he kissed with such passion. The last time she had kissed anyone, she had been a teenager. She wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day kissing him.

Nuada was still partially aroused when he got back to his room. He had shed his trousers quickly, and had stepped into the shower, intent of giving himself his much-needed release. It had been such a wonderful surprise when Anna had responded so eagerly to his actions. He had expected her to want to take a long time simply getting used to the kissing. Instead, she had all but encouraged him to touch her intimately, and had even been the one to place his finger inside her. It had felt exquisite. So hot and tight. He'd never wanted to be inside anyone as much as he had wanted to be inside Anna.

He could only close his eyes, quietly moaning as he imagined what she would feel like when he did eventually sheath himself within her. He groaned at the thought, and brought a hand down to his fully engorged length. He stroked himself languidly, thinking back to how her core had felt as it clenched his finger in release, the soft hair brushing against his palm as he moved his slender digit within her moist depths.

He could still feel the faint texture of her nipple against his tongue as he massaged himself, the warm water cascading down his taut body heightening every sense. The feel of her writhing underneath him as he pleasured her had been wonderful. How he had managed to keep himself from taking her, he could barely comprehend. It had been so long since he had taken a lover, all of his natural urges to join with her had almost kicked in.

Thinking about the morning they had shared together, fuelled his arousal as he stroked harder and faster. All too soon, his release was upon him, and he threw his head back, moaning softly as he climaxed, his pearly essence bursting out of him in a haze of pure pleasure. Nuada let out a contented sigh as his warm release trickled down his hand. He longed to fins his release within Anna, but until she was ready, his usual method would suffice.

Nuada finished his shower and dressed in his usual black silk trousers and a black shirt to match. He went for breakfast, hoping to find Anna there already eating, but she was absent. Instead, he joined his sister, who smiled knowingly at him as he sat down. Although they did try to keep such personal things to themselves, since they were linked, sometimes things were simply too difficult to keep private. He didn't mind so much. His sister knew all of his secrets, and he all of hers.

Nuada ate quietly, trying not to let his thoughts wander too far into all the possible ways he could make love to Anna. He was completely unsuccessful, and found himself rushing the rest of his meal so he could return to his quarters to satisfy himself again, before grabbing his spear and taking it to the library. He wanted to train hard and long, hoping to tire himself enough so his thoughts would no longer stray.

Anna had spent a long time in the bath, thinking over what they had done since the previous night. It had been a shock when he had kissed her, but not unwelcome in the slightest. She had immediately melted into his kiss, and his hunger had overwhelmed her. It had been extraordinary and incredibly arousing. She had never felt so stimulated in her life. He had tasted so sweet, like roses and lavender, and yet she had felt as though she was burning, almost drowning in his raw passion. She'd loved every minute of it.

She'd never been touched so intimately, and yet, she'd felt so utterly comfortable with him. He'd been so gentle and attentive, moving slowly and cautiously, making sure he wasn't pushing her too far. By the time he had finished kissing her and caressing her breast, she'd ached for him. A large part of her had wanted him to claim her, but she was unsure if she would be truly ready, or even if he would want to, despite feeling the proof of his arousal as it had pressed against her. She wanted to be touched again. She felt strangely empty without his presence. She desperately wanted his hands on her, and she was having a hard time thinking about anything else.

Her lustful thoughts were driving her mad, so she got out of the bath, got herself dressed and went to the library. She had hoped to read or perhaps even do some sketches, but she stopped in her tracks when she noticed Nuada had had a similar idea. He was already busy dancing around the library floor, swinging and lunging his lance in earnest. Anna was content to watch him for a while, as she always loved watching the way his body moved so gracefully. Now that she had felt him in her arms, she could fully appreciate just how strong and supple he was.

Unfortunately, Nuada noticed her standing by the doors and stopped his practice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Anna said, smiling widely at him.

"You did not disturb me," he replied, softly.

Anna walked over to him as he shortened his spear and stopped a few feet away. She was nervous and excited all at the same time, and was unsure how she should proceed.

Nuada sensed her dilemma and saved her from further anxiety by taking hold of her face gently in his hands and kissing her softly, and rather chastely.

Anna wanted nothing more than to kiss his back, but he pulled away before she could really respond. He could already see the simmering fire alight in her eyes as he looked down into them. He could only imagine that his own mirrored hers in intensity.

Deciding that the library was no place for them to be close, he took hold of her hand and gently pulled her in the direction of his rooms. He thought it would be good for them to relax, and he wanted to read to her from the book she had gotten him for Christmas. He could also hear the quiet rumble of her stomach, and had rightly guessed that she hadn't eaten. He always had a selection of fruit in his room, and he would be happy for her eat while he read to her. He had missed it terribly. It was nice to read to someone who thoroughly enjoyed it.

Anna had never been in his rooms before, and they were much larger than her own were, though the layout was much the same. His bed was larger and adorned with satin sheets of black and crimson. There was a faint scent of flowers in the air and she found it soothing as he guided her to lie on the bed against the pillows as he retrieved the book.

They settled down together, with Anna resting against his chest as he read. She felt comfortable and complete.

A/N: Was it okay?