Dain’s hands wrapped around Selene, pulling her in close. His hands found her waist, her spine, then her jaw. As if he couldn’t choose where to touch first, only that he had to. His lips found her neck, and he trailed kisses down to her collarbone. Selene melted into him, her fingers tearing at his tunic, desperate to remove it. Her hands slid along his skin, still marked with bruises and wounds that hadn’t fully healed.

“You’ll tear your stitches if you’re not careful,” she warned, breath catching.

“Then stitch me back up again,” he said, smirking.

She smiled and kissed him again, harder this time. Her hands moved to his trousers, working them loose, while his fingers found the buttons on her top, unfastening them one by one. The fire’s warmth kissed her skin as it was exposed, casting dancing shadows across their bodies.

Clothes fell away in a rush, until there was nothing left between them but heat and want. Dain’s mouth moved lower, placing reverent kisses across her chest. Selene leaned back, eyes fluttering shut, heart racing. His lips brushed over her nipple, already hardened from the winter air, and she gasped as his mouth closed around it. His other hand trailed up her side, over her hip, then cupped her other breast. He palmed it gently, teasing her with his thumb as his tongue worked in tandem on the other. A soft moan escaped her lips. His touch sent warmth spiralling through her, pooling low in her belly. She arched into him, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, breathless with need.

 

 

Ever since Selene rescued Dain and brought him into her lodge, moments like this had teased the edges of her thoughts. Years of isolation in the woods had left her aching for touch, and this man wanted her like she was water, and he was dying of thirst. He rolled her nipple with his tongue while pinching the other one softly. She arched into him, feeling him pressed against her thigh – thick, hot and hard. Her hand slid from his hair, down his battle-worn body, until her fingers wrapped around his cock. She stroked him once, slow and firm, teasing him, and he shuddered against her chest.

“Selene…” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

She didn’t reply, just watched his face as she stroked him with intent, dragging her thumb over the tip, smearing the precum there. Dain groaned with pleasure, loud and raw, before he pulled away from her.

“No,” he said, his voice steady now. “You took care of me before. Now it’s my turn.”

He guided her gently backward until her knees bumped against the edge of the wooden table by the fire. She let herself be seated, and he leaned in, easing her down until she lay flat. Selene gasped softly when his lips met her skin – first a kiss, then another, and another, each one lower than the last. His breath was warm against her inner thigh, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, a tremble running through her in anticipation.

Then, finally, his tongue found her.

 

His mouth was hot. Open. Devouring her like there was nothing sweeter on earth. Selene gasped, one hand gripped his hair, the other clutched the edge of the table for balance. She moaned and lifted her hips into his face, silently begging for more. His tongue moved with maddening precision, broad, teasing strokes at first, then tighter, more focused. Her moans filled the room, her back arched as he sent shockwaves through her core. Dain didn’t relent, his lips sealed gently around her as two fingers slid inside her, moving in a perfect rhythm that had her thighs trembling and clenching around his face.

“Please…please,” she panted.

He paused, mouth hovering just over her, lips still slick. “Still want me to go?” he asked, all faux innocence and wicked intent.

Selene answered the only way she could, by curling her fingers around his head and pulling his face back down into her. His mouth returned to her with a hunger that made her gasp. Selene closed her eyes, surrendering to the heat of his tongue and lips, the way he tasted her like a man starved. Her moans grew louder, and she swore she could feel his smirk against her skin. It was too much. Overwhelming. Selene tugged gently on his hair, lifting his head. He looked up at her, questioning, his eyes dark with need.

“I need you inside me,” she pleaded, her voice ragged. “Now.”

His eyes flared with desire. “You sure?” he asked, already rising, already guiding himself into place.

She bit her lip seeing his cock hard and ready for her. Selene reached between them, wrapped her hand around him, and brought him to her entrance. Then she pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. It only made her kiss him harder.

He pushed forward, slow and steady, filling her inch by inch until he was buried completely inside her.

 

They both stilled, a moan escaping them in perfect unison. Warm. Wet. Hot.

Dain groaned. “You feel so good.”

Selene rocked her hips forward. “Fuck me.”

He obeyed without hesitation. Wrapping his arms around her, he thrust into her hard and deep, desperate to please her. Selene gasped, shuddering as he took her right there on the same table where she had once tended his wounds. Her moans weren’t soft or shy. They were raw, primal and uncontrolled. She matched his rhythm, her body moving with his like a wave, like fire catching fire. Dain didn’t slow. He thrust with the urgency of a man who needed her, who might die if he stopped. His mouth found her throat, biting and sucking gently.

“You feel so fucking good,” she whispered, her fingers grazing the muscles of his back.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he asked with a smile.

She rolled her eyes and answered by wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. Her back arched beneath him, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he hit the perfect spot again and again. The heat between them was building fast, her breath quickening.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Dain crushed his lips to her and that was all she needed. Her orgasm crashed over her, tearing through her body like a violent storm of aching release. She cried out his name as she began to spasm on his hard cock, the warmth in her core radiating outwards in an unstoppable surge.

“Oh fuck,” Dain gasped. His hips faltered, a choked, guttural cry escaping as he came. Selene could feel his cock throbbing inside her, each pulse sending warmth spilling into her again and again. Her own climax peaked with his, her moans falling freely, shameless and full of release, like she no longer had any use for silence.

 

They clung to each other in the aftermath, slick with sweat and trembling. Selene twitched occasionally as Dain’s cock pulsed a final time, the last of him spilling into her. They looked at each other and shared another kiss; softer and more tender this time. He lowered his head down and she pressed her cheek to his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat began to slow, and for the first time in years, she let herself rest in someone’s arms.