Chapter 220 TEIGEN XLIV
ELARA
Ryker inhales a deep breath, trying to control his raging heart but instead catches a whiff of her alluring scent and it makes everything worse. He begins to question whose idea this was. He had to relieve her pain, that was all this was, he could not possibly think of anything else while they sat, so close in her room.
Her body, so feminine, between his legs, her bare skin under his fingers.
What could possibly happen?
Almost hesitantly he parts her hair to the side, exposing her naked throat and shoulder to him.
Immediately Ryker's strong, skilled fingers made contact with Elara's slender neck, a spark of electricity seemed to run through the air. The tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with anticipation. Ryker's touch was firm, yet gentle, as he worked out the knots and kinks in Elara's muscles. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing, as she surrendered to the sensation. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.As he worked, his face remained inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her ear. Cheeks flushed, her lips parting slightly, as she felt the heat emanating from his body.
The air was thick with unspoken desire, the attraction between them crackling like a live wire. His hands slid down her shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Elara's moan was barely audible, but the Ryker's ears picked up the sound, his fingers stilling. For a moment, they just breathed, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric, the creak of leather, and the pounding of their hearts. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of desire and longing. His fingers slipped away and Elara's heart aches at the loss of contact but where his fingers were his lips replaced them. She inhales sharply, settling into him as he kisses down her throat to her shoulders, his hand greedily winding around her waist and pulling her so close she could feel the heat coming from him.
With a long soft sigh she melts against him, her head dropping to the side to allow him uninterrupted access.
"Something bothering you rosebud?" He mumbles against her skin, his voice couples with the feeling of his luscious lips against her skin sent butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
"Mhm..." She drawls, gathering what little sensible thoughts were left in her head to explain everything, from what happened at the tournament, to Lord Sawyer's bold declaration that he would marry her.
She could feel Ryker tense behind her but said nothing, "Why did you not inform your father, make a complaint against him?" His tone was laced with bottled anger.
"It would do nothing. Lord Sawyer is a close associate of my father, so if he did choose to side with me and the news reached the ton? I would be destroyed, my reputation will be in ruins"
Ryker frowns, rubbing his nose along her flesh "Why would you go down for something you did not do?"
Elara smiles at his innocent oblivion, "A woman would always face the backlash, the only thing that would happen is Lord Sawyer will loose my father's respect and that is all. He will still be able to marry any noble lady and get that respect back, but me?" She scoffs bitterly "I would be labeled a seductress and a woman of ill repute, no one would want to marry me, and my father, the Grand Duke his name would be stained forever"
"I cannot do that to my father"
"If no one agrees to marry you" Ryker starts, clearing his throat awkwardly "I can...marry you"
The moment the words left his lips a blush bloomed across his face and Elara's as the weight of his words settled in the air between them. Elara blinks, turning to look at him. Ryker's face, as red as a tomato, he avoids her gaze "I-i sincerely a-ap-"
Elara cuts him off as she climbs into his lap, straddling him. She gazes at him with dreamy eyes, a sweet toothy grin on her lips. His hands settle at her hips, hers cup his cheeks.
"You mean it?" her voice is a low whisper, like she was saying something delicate, fragile, breakable.
Dazed and completely spellbound Ryker nods, "It would be an honour rosebud"
Her grin stretches from ear to ear and she plants flutter of kisses all over his face, intentionally missing his lips. He grumbles, causing Elara to burst into a fit of giggles. He cups the nape of her neck, bringing her lips to his. The moment the words left his lips a blush bloomed across his face and Elara's as the weight of his words settled in the air between them. Elara blinks, turning to look at him. Ryker's face, as red as a tomato, he avoids her gaze "I-i sincerely a-ap-"
Elara cuts him off as she climbs into his lap, straddling him. She gazes at him with dreamy eyes, a sweet toothy grin on her lips. His hands settle at her hips, hers cup his cheeks.
"You mean it?" her voice is a low whisper, like she was saying something delicate, fragile, breakable.
Dazed and completely spellbound Ryker nods, "It would be an honor rosebud"
Her grin stretches from ear to ear and she plants flutter of kisses all over his face, intentionally missing his lips. He grumbles, causing Elara to burst into a fit of giggles. He cups the nape of her neck, bringing her lips to his. He hums in approval as he devours her lips deeply, sensually- taking his time to taste every corner of her lips. The sound of her laughter fueled him like a drug, intoxicating his senses and filling the room, painting the atmosphere with starlight. An air of intimacy, familiarity and sweet warmth enveloped them as they got lost in each other, forgetting everything else, nothing mattered.
How perfectly she fit in his arms, her scent, her red silk curls that slid right through his fingers.