Chapter 47: sex dreams

~Ian~

She closed her eyes in a panic and grabbed onto my shirt, unwilling to let go. Too scared to see the cliff that she was going to fall off of.

I grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her.

"Ian, nooo!!"

She fell into the water and was in shock to realize she was still alive.

"A surprise hot spring!" I said and jumped in right next to her.

"You gave me such a scare! This feels so awesome, so I forgive you," she mussed up my hair and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me as close to her as possible.

"So that's why you didn't tell me what's in that bag you were carrying all this time. Those are our change of clothes!" She felt like a genius for figuring it out.

"This is one of my favorite places in Mountbatten. I sometimes wish to leave everything behind and just start living here, in this tiny mountain town like some old man with no name."

"And I will still love you when you go bald and lose all your teeth."

Does she realize what she just said? I kissed her hard. I would love to come here every year with her, I thought.

"Oh, my god! This feels oh so good. Every muscle in my body was aching and cussing you a few moments ago. Aaaaah, what a relief." She closed her eyes, rubbing her arms with water.

I lifted her legs and pulled them over my hips. "It's a sin to moan like that to anything except the touch of my tongue."

"Your tongue and these magic hands," she said, taking my hands into hers and wrapping them around her waist.

I slid my hands down her back, and under her clothes, pulling her into another kiss. She tightened the grip of her thighs around my hips and traced her fingers up the back of my neck. It was her hands, not mine, that had the magic touch. I was hard just by the touch of her fingers. She grabbed a handful of my hair with both her hands, pulling my head back and reaching for my neck.

Her tongue flicked against my earlobe, making me harder. The way she traced my spine while her tongue worked her way up my neck always sent my head spinning. She was grinding her core against me at the same time, moaning with need.

I love this side of her when she feels comfortable letting go. In such heated moments, she was not the usually shy and self-conscious Nadia but a free soul that lets her sensual side run wild. The sight of her like this drives me insanely wild.

I pushed her against the warm rock and unzipped my pants. As I ripped her panties off, she took my swollen hardness in her palms. I cupped her breasts and ran my thumb over her erect nipples. Kissing my jawline and pressing herself against me, she whispered into my ear, "Ian... I want you here, now." She rubbed my cock against her wet, heated core, sending me over the edge as I lost myself.

Her breathless voice, oh god, I groaned and pushed into her soaking wetness. She moaned sweetly as I thrust into her again and again, with my face buried into her neck.

"God, yes! Ian..." She threw her head back against the rock wall and gripped my shoulders as if she couldn't get close enough.

Her warm slick pussy walls were tightening against me, clenching my cock with every thrust. I felt myself racing towards release and rubbed my thumb against her engorged clit. With my other hand on her left breast, I licked her nipple over and over until she screamed out loud.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when I felt waves of ecstasy wash over her for several seconds. I came hard at this sight, shooting into her while moaning her name. "I love you, Nadia..." I said in a ragged voice, pressing my forehead against hers.

I woke up calling her name out loud, with my heart racing and breathing ragged, only to realize that she wasn't in my arms.

"Fuck, Nadia!" I pulled at my hair in despair. I tried to push away the memory of her spasming body, her stomach flexing just before the powerful orgasm hit her.

It has been over two months that Nadia left me, but these dreams and memories won't stop. They just took over me, and I didn't want them to stop.

Noah never returned with her. There wasn't a day I didn't have my men search for the two of them in the entire kingdom. It's as if they vanished into the thin air.

The only neighboring kingdom where I didn't look was Ivaris. Noah had no connections with that place, and with poverty and disease so rampant there, I wouldn't expect Noah to be foolish enough to take Nadia there if he really cared about her.

But when my men failed to find her elsewhere, I wrote to their Crown Prince asking for permission to search all their households as well. This was the last hope left.

I got Bella out of my hair finally after so long. She looks ridiculously adamant about making things work between us. I suspected foul play on her part and had even the Colchis kingdom's prisons checked, just to rule out the possibility that she got Noah and Nadia imprisoned to stop her from meeting me.

No matter what Nadia's letter said, the way my dreams with her feel so real, I can't move past the idea that she has always loved me and still misses me. I have a nagging feeling every day that she was stuck somewhere, unable to meet me even if she wanted to.

It may just be my imagination or the fact that I have been drowning myself in alcohol while living in denial, but I do not want to move on, at least not before knowing that she was safe and happy with Noah.

The only thing I was interested in doing was to look for her. But I failed. I spent my every sober minute searching for her and returned with no clues.

I skimmed through the letters until I found what I have been wanting to see for a few days now, a reply from the Crown prince of Ivaris.

'You jackass! First, you refuse to go hunting with me, and now you want to harass my people! Who are you looking for anyway? Your bastard son? Stop fucking around and get married already. Come meet me. We are not as diseased as you think. It's been a while since we had some fun. The wild hogs and antelopes are teeming here this month. I will let your men cause a nuisance to every house in my kingdom if you come to visit me. I am throwing a ball next month after the harvest is secured and His Majesty stops giving me shit.

Andreas'

I pushed the rest of the pile away and saw another name on one of the envelopes. I knew what it was about before I even opened it. I guess it was time to visit Ivaris, after all.