Free Web NovelChapter 133: I Want You To Be Rough (2)
Kane’s eyes darkened with hunger as he stood over the cot, the candlelight reflecting golden highlights across the hard planes of his muscled chest and the wild red mane that fell past his shoulders.
"As you wish," he repeated, voice low and rough.
He came down over her slowly at first, caging her smaller body with his massive frame.
His lips found hers in a claiming kiss, less savage than before, more deliberate. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Firlia melted into it, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly as if testing her own boldness.
When he pulled back, she was breathing harder.
"I don’t want slow forever, Kane... but start here. Let me feel you."
His calloused hand traced down her side, pushing the loosened silk dress fully off her body until she lay bare beneath him.
Kane took his time, kissing along her collarbone, then lower, tasting the soft swell of her breasts. freёwebnovel.com
When his mouth closed over one peaked nipple, Firlia arched with a soft moan, her pointed ears twitching.
"Nngh!"
"You’re beautiful when you let go," he murmured, switching to the other breast, sucking harder until her fingers tightened in his hair.
"No more hiding behind ledgers and perfect posture."
Firlia’s breath hitched.
She pushed at his shoulders suddenly, surprising him with her strength.
"Then let me see all of you, too."
Kane allowed her to roll them, straddling his waist.
Her lithe elven body settled over his hips, the heat of her core pressing against the bulge in his leathers.
She leaned down, green hair cascading around them like a curtain, and kissed him fiercely while her hands explored the scars across his chest and abdomen.
"I helped crown you lord of these lands," she said between kisses, voice gaining confidence.
"Yet I’ve never truly had you back. Tonight I do."
She slid lower, undoing his belt with deft fingers.
When his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, Firlia’s eyes widened with a mix of awe and desire.
She wrapped her slender hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Gods, Firlia..."
Kane groaned, hips twitching upward.
She smiled, a rare wicked curve of her lips.
"You feel that?"
Leaning down, she took him into her mouth, tentative at first, then deeper, her tongue swirling with scholarly precision turned to sinful focus.
Kane’s hand fisted in her hair, not forcing, but guiding gently as she worked him with growing hunger.
After several long minutes, he pulled her up, kissing her swollen lips.
"Enough teasing, scholar. I need to be inside you."
Firlia nodded, repositioning herself.
She sank onto him slowly, inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping his girth.
A shared gasp filled the records room.
She rocked gently at first, hands braced on his chest, finding her rhythm.
"Yes... like that," she breathed.
"Fill me, Kane. I want to feel every part of you."
He let her ride him slow and deep for a time, hands gripping her hips, thumbs stroking her skin.
But the fire between them built quickly.
Firlia’s movements grew bolder, grinding harder, her moans turning breathy and urgent.
Kane flipped them suddenly, pinning her beneath him.
"My turn."
He thrust deeper, setting a steady, powerful pace that made the cot creak.
Each stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside her until Firlia cried out, her first climax washing over her in trembling waves.
Her inner walls clenched around him as she gasped his name.
He didn’t stop.
Pulling out, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, entering her from behind in one smooth thrust.
The new angle drew a sharper cry from her.
"Rougher?" he asked, voice husky.
"Yes," she panted, pushing back against him.
"Take what you need."
Kane drove into her harder, one hand fisting her long hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave faint marks.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet room. Firlia’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her voice breaking into desperate moans.
"More, Kane—don’t hold back. I’m not fragile."
He growled and obliged, pounding into her with barbarian strength.
When he felt her tightening again, he reached around to rub her clit, sending her spiraling into a second, harder orgasm.
Only then did he let himself go, burying himself deep as he came inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her with heat.
They collapsed together for a moment, breathing ragged.
But Kane was far from finished.
He kissed the back of her neck tenderly.
"Still with me?"
Firlia turned in his arms, her green hair spilling across his chest.
Their eyes met for a heated moment before she pulled him into a long, lingering kiss.
The kiss deepened slowly, growing hotter and more desperate.
Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, soft moans vibrating between them, Firlia’s breathy "Mmm..." and Kane’s low "Nngh..." as the kiss stretched on, wet and consuming, neither wanting to pull away.
When they finally parted, both were breathing harder, lips swollen.
Kane’s hand slid down her body, fingers stroking through her slick, sensitive folds.
"So wet," he murmured, voice rough with renewed hunger, circling her clit slowly.
"Even after everything... you’re still soaked for me."
Firlia shivered and moaned softly, "Ahh... Kane..." her hips rolling instinctively against his fingers.
He lifted his hand, coated with her arousal, and licked his fingers deliberately, eyes never leaving hers.
"Mmm... just like that. Sweet."
Firlia’s pointed ears twitched with fresh desire, a needy whimper escaping her as she pushed at his shoulders, already eager to take control once more.
Kane kissed the back of her neck tenderly, his breath warm against her sweat-dampened skin.
"Still with me?" he murmured.
Firlia turned her head, capturing his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
What started as tender quickly ignited.
Kane’s eyes darkened further as the kiss ignited.
What started as tender quickly became fierce and hungry.
Their mouths moved with need, tongues battling, teeth nipping.
Firlia moaned into him, a throaty "Mmmh—!" while Kane growled low, "Nngh... Firlia," his large hands roaming her bare back, pulling her flush against his hard body.
When they broke apart, gasping, Firlia pushed him onto his back with surprising strength.
"My turn again," she whispered.
