Chapter 465: The Cellar’s Heat (2)
"Mmmh... slrp... mmm..." Their breaths mingled, and his rough, eager kiss drew a desperate moan from Xena’s throat. But even as he kissed her, his other hand remained on Ravia’s waist, his touch strong, possessive.
He leaned back, letting the sofa take his weight, and Ravia’s warmth straddled him, her thighs hugging his sides. Her pale, smooth skin pressed against him, and his length—thick, hard, and burning with need—throbbed against her inner thighs. The heat was unbearable, and yet it only fueled the wildfire between them.
His lips left Xena’s mouth, his gaze locking with Ravia’s, her dark, intense eyes reflecting her hunger, her desire. She leaned in, her lips capturing his, and this kiss was slower, deeper—her soft lips pressed against his, her tongue tentatively exploring before he claimed her, his mouth hungry, fierce.
"Slrp... mmm... slrp..." The sound of their kisses filled the confined space, echoing off the damp stone walls, the weak light of the lantern casting wild shadows over them.
Ravia’s hips began to move, grinding against the thick, pulsing heat pressing against her. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening against his shoulders. "Lyan... please..." she whispered, her voice a trembling plea, her pride giving way to raw, desperate need.
"Steady..." Lyan whispered, his voice soothing but filled with raw, possessive desire. "I’ve got you."
With agonizing slowness, he lifted her, his strong hands gripping her waist, and the thick, burning head of his length brushed against her entrance. A sharp, shuddering gasp left Ravia’s lips, her hands clutching his shoulders, her body tensing. She tried to stay composed, tried to maintain her usual calm, but her body betrayed her—heat coiling deep within her, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps.
"LYAN...!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but every syllable dripping with desperate need. "I... it’s... too much..."
"Just a little... just a little more..." he soothed, his lips capturing hers again, muffling her moans as he began to guide her down, the thick, heated tip pressing against her, parting her, stretching her.