Day 180 - Continuation of Thread from abaddonia [cw: sexual content]

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( continued from here )

The way she relaxed in his arms caused him to breathe his own sigh of relief. He was happy to know she wasn't uncomfortable around him, which had definitely been a worry after what she'd gone through in Cantha. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head to look at him, and he tried to muster as much love as he could for her into his eyes as he stared into hers.

"I love you, too," He said, then claimed her lips gently. One hand moved to slide up her side, cupping a breast in his hand and beginning to massage it, already starting to feel blood rush to his groin with just the touch and feel of her body against his. She always had such a way with him. Rurik wasn't an inherently sexual person, but his feelings for Liath were so strong that it never took long to get him hot and bothered.

The hot bath water wasn't exactly helping. He was okay with that. He hoped she was, too.

He continued to kiss her, keeping it light and allowing her to take control. He wanted her to go at the pace she wanted.

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Liath's eyes watered all over again when he said those words to her. She felt like she didn't deserve them, that she had ruined everything for them, but she knew he meant them. Rurik had never lied to her, and especially not about this. She'd been so worried about her crush on him, because she knew his history, and she hadn't wanted him to feel pressured about getting into another relationship with with another sylvari.

But he'd wanted her then. And by some miracle, he still wanted her now.

She sighed when his lips touched hers. Her eyes closed and she savored every sensation. The way his lips moved, the feel of them, how he kissed her, his taste. Anything and everything that told her the one who kissed her was Rurik and no one else. She could see him kiss her in her mind's eye, responded to the movements of his lips with her own.

No one else had ever kissed her like Rurik. No one else tasted like him. No one else had ever made her feel so good. Had her body betrayed her before; yes. But now it seemed to sing with relief that the one she loved kissed her and held her.

Liath returned the kiss with a low moan of aching need. Her back arced so she could kiss him more deeply, so his taste would flood her mouth and burn away the threatening memories. They wouldn't ruin this for her. Wouldn't ruin him. Rurik still wanted her despite what had been done to her, despite what she had done. He still loved her.

Her heart hammered as she panted for breath against his mouth. Her hooded gaze looked up at him. Pale Tree, he was so handsome. So kind. Too good for her. But she'd never give him up. "I'm so happy you love me." Her hands tightened on him. "I'm so happy you're alive..."

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He grinned in response to her. "Me too. I'm happy to still be here with you." He still had a hand on her breast, idly squishing it and playing with the nipple. Gods, she was gorgeous. He gave her another gentle kiss to her lips, then lowered his head to kiss her neck instead. His other hand moved to slide over her body, grasping a bit at her butt and pulling her a bit closer.

"Are you feeling okay? If I'm going too fast, let me know. I'll understand if you're not ready for something." His body was protesting that, but he was steadfast in his decision to go at the pace she set. There was no way he was going to make her uncomfortable, not after what she'd been through. Hells, he was surprised she even wanted to be naked around him, much less be naked and touching him, letting him touch her. If he'd been violated in the way she was, he might be ruined for sex for good.

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Liath shivered as pleasure bloomed from his hand on her breast. Real pleasure. Not the horror of another touching her and her being unable to stop him. This was Rurik. The only one she wanted to touch her. Someone who touched her because he loved her, cared for her. She moaned throatily and offered him more of her neck.

Sex with him had always been amazing. The nights and mornings of tangled limbs and hot breaths, the cuddling time afterward, the sweet kisses, the warm hugs. It was everything. Making love with Rurik had been amazing because it was making love. Because it was Rurik.

That had been taken away from her. It had been threatened that she would never know the gentle touch of the man she loved. But he was here, with her. He still wanted her despite everything. Despite how soiled they'd left her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her gaze damp with emotion. "Rurik... You don't understand. They told me you were dead. That I'd never kiss you again, hold you again, feel you again. That I had killed you and deserved to suffer. I was never ready for what they did to me. I hated every second I was alive."

She would've likely killed herself if they'd allowed her the strength for even that.

Liath straightened up and moved closer. Now she sat on his lap. She put her hand over his on her breast and she leaned toward him to kiss his mouth, press her forehead to his. "You touching me, you wanting me, making love to me again..." Her breath shivered. "It makes them liars. You being with me heals me, because it denies them what they thought they won."

Her lavender gaze met his, some of her steel coming back. "They don't get to have me. Because I'm yours. I belong to myself again. And I get to choose." She kissed his lips. "I choose you."

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He let out a small groan as he felt her in his lap. He could feel the sensitive skin of his already hardening member pressing against her and boy howdy did he want to just slip inside of her right away, but no. He was going to take his time, make it good for her. He'd only enter her when she wanted him to.

Well, she wanted him to, but, well, they were only just getting started.

He could feel anger rising in him again as she spoke of how they treated her, but he could focus on that later. For now, the best way he could get vengeance on them was to make Liath feel loved.

Fortunately, he seemed to be very good at doing just that.

"Let's make even more liars of them, then," He said with a chaste kiss to her lips before he brought both hands to cup her butt, pushing her close and moving to take a nipple into his mouth. He began to suck on her nipple, tongue happily playing with the hard tip of it as one hand slid up her back, just to feel more of her. He couldn't wait to take her, but he was happy to give her as much pleasure as he could before he did so.

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Liath moaned his name as her head fell back. Yes... This was how this was supposed to feel. With every caress of Rurik's tongue, every hot suck on her nipple, Liath felt pleasure blossom within her. She'd forgotten what it felt like. She'd focused with what little strength she had on trying not to feel anything. But this was Rurik. There were no walls here. She was safe.

Oh, sweet Mother, she was finally safe.

She bit back a sob of joy as her hand found its way to his hair and tightened on the strands. She caressed his scalp as she undulated against him and offered him more of her breasts, her thighs and ass flexing beneath his touch. His hot touch that seared away all the badness with his cleansing flame. She wanted Rurik to burn her with his passion, with his love. Burn the touch of any other person away until only his remained on her skin and inside her.

"Yes," she breathed. She needed this, needed him. Needed him to replace the foul touch with the pleasure of his.

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He was determined to make sure he made it so that her head thought only of him and his love. None of those other men mattered. None of those things they said to her mattered. None of what they said was true. He'd always love her, and always want to make her feel loved.

Rurik loved how she moved against him, moaning softly against her chest as she felt him tug on his hair. It was encouraging him to continue, and what else could he do but oblige?

He didn't want to go too far too quickly, but he really wanted to hear more of her moans. He switched his attention to her other breast, leaving the previous one open to the cold air, though splashes of warm water were undoubtedly reaching her. He lowered the hand on her back, sliding it over her butt and then to hover over her groin. Slowly he pushed the folds of her vagina aside to slide inside of her, looking eagerly for the bundle of nerves that he knew would cause her pleasure.

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Liath vaguely paid attention to the movement of his hand. She felt hyperaware of every inch of his skin against hers, of his every touch, of the stroke of his tongue and the caress of his lips. She moaned his name again, but that broke off with a gasp, when she felt his fingers dip between her legs to seek out the heat of her body.

She stopped herself from bursting into tears when she felt the pure, sweet pleasure of his touch. It was gentle, it was familiar, it knew her, knew what would make her cry out on waves of pleasure. Gone were the rough, terrible hands that violated her. They evaporated from her body as Rurik's fingers filled her and found the spot within her only he had ever bothered to find. Her hand clenched in his hair as her hips rocked eagerly toward his hand, her breaths hot pants that broke his name into eager little syllables of desire. The other clung to his shoulder, nails digging into the tense, sexy muscles he displayed for her as he reclaimed her.

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes as she felt the first strokes of his fingers. Another sigh of relief shuddered free of her lips. Rurik. Great tree, he felt so good.

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The sounds she made were like music to his ears. The more she reacted, the more she dug her nails into his skin, clenched his hair, the more he just wanted to take her, but no. Her pleasure was even more important than ever now. He had to ensure that she never forgot how much he loved her, never doubted it, never thought for a moment that he'd never love her.

His mouth released her nipple and he claimed her lips again, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth and tasting her sweetness as he slid a second finger inside of her, playing with her clit and bringing her pleasure ever higher. He loved the sounds she made as he played with her, and he could feel his own anticipation rising as he became more aware of just how throbbing, hard, and painful he was. Gods, he just wanted to slip inside of her and feel her heat surround his throbbing member ...

He'd make love to her all night if she wanted him to, if it would help erase the memories of what was done to her from her mind.

He was vaguely aware that their actions were not really cleaning them up very well, but hey, they could get a bit dirtier before they got clean.

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Liath moaned into his mouth when his claimed hers again. She kissed him back eagerly, hungrily, the pressure of her pleasure climbing higher as his fingers worked their magic within her. It felt so good to be back in control of her own body again, to own it, use it for her own pleasure rather than being used. And it was pure ecstasy to have Rurik kissing her, touching her, to hear his own sounds of pleasure that made her pant hotly into his mouth.

She did want him to make love to her all night. She wanted to sleep in his arms, wake up, feel him inside her. She wanted to spend days lounging in bed with her love, her Rurik, to erase the terrible time, and to move toward the future she'd thought lost with him again.

She had intended to ask him about the soap. But then he'd kissed her. And she forgot about soap.

He strummed her clit with the perfect amount of pressure and gentleness to leave her gasping between deep kisses. He knew what drove her wild. She knew what he liked too. Her nails raked down his back as far as her hand could go as her hips bucked eagerly onto his hand. Her breaths came shorter and faster as the magic of his fingers drove her toward orgasm.

A real orgasm. One that would bring joy and not crush her soul.

Liath galloped toward it, not holding back to even stretch out the passion. She needed Rurik inside her. Needed the power of his body, of his heat, to melt the mental chains that had shackled her spirit. "Rurik!" she cried into his mouth as her clit imploded with the sweetest rush of ecstasy. She gasped and shivered in his arms as she clung to him. Was this how it was supposed to feel, she thought dizzily. Yes, she remembered.

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Not to worry, he'd be happy to bring her many more of those tonight. Her cry of her name as she came all over his hand was the sweetest sound he'd heard in quite some time. He shivered with anticipation. He wanted to hear that again. And again ... As many times as she wanted to go.

Rurik hummed in delight, kissing her lips, then moving to kiss her cheek and her jawline. Gods, he just really wanted to be inside of her.

"Do you want to do this in my lap, or do you want to lay down a bit more?" He asked, wanting to know how she preferred to receive him.

"If, ah ... If you want me to do that right now, that is." She already had said she wanted him, but he was still going to make sure.

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Liath didn't really have breath to answer him with words, so she let her actions speak for her. She kissed him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth as her hand slid down his chest toward his cock. She moaned at the feel of his erection on her palm. It even felt good, better, different but the same. This was the only cock she wanted in her body. Ever.

Her tongue stroked his as she lifted her body with a gentle sway that sloshed the hot water around them. Her insides pulsed with anticipation and eagerness; they didn't cringe in fear. She wanted to feel Rurik again. All of him.

Liath sighed his name as his fingers slid from her so she could fit his cock where they had been. She sank onto him with a low moan of dark relish, her warmed body hot and eager as he slid smoothly into her. She panted as she clung to him, showered his face, his neck, his shoulder with kisses until she was seated again on his lap, but this time with him speared within her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she hid them from him. They were tears of happiness, but she wasn't sure she had the words to reassure him that's what they were if he saw them. Her body clenched around him within her.

It finally felt right again.

"Make love to me, Rurik," she pleaded with a quiet, needy sound. Make me yours again, she thought.

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Rurik breathed a sigh into her mouth as he felt her surround him, slowly but surely taking him completely into her. Fuck, she felt amazing. Her walls were still pulsing from the previous orgasm, grasping at him and making him gasp, shudder in anticipation.

He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, noticing the tears and kissing her cheeks where the tears had rolled down them.

"As you wish," He said quietly, moving both hands to her hips, bringing his hips up to meet hers the rest of the way before pulling out again. He thrust into her, gasping her name as he did so. He slowly found a rhythm with her, bathwater going all around the tub and splashing on to the floor. They'd clean up later, for now, he wanted to just enjoy the feel of her again and make her feel good.

He could feel himself quickly building toward his own orgasm. He wasn't going to last long. It was fine, though, because there'd be plenty more time to pleasure each other now that they were back together.

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Liath found that her body built up the pressure toward orgasm very quickly too. Whether because it was Rurik or just because everything he did was perfect for her, she panted and clung to him, breaths hot and fast as she rode his eager strikes. She didn't care about the wet floor or the tub, forgot for these brief, hot, wonderful moments anything and everything but Rurik and his sexy moans.

This was lovemaking. It was the pleasure of each other, their bond, their trust and their love, that made this mating worthwhile. Made it matter. Made it stronger than all of the bad that they had tried to beat into her.

Rurik loved her. He wanted her. Liath clutched at his hair as she gasped his name as her hips began to writhe, as her body began to reach its climax.

He was her choice. He was her love. No one could take that from her. She was his because she chose to be. Liath's orgasm crashed into her as she shouted his name, her arms and legs clutching him like a vise as her insides imitated the action around his cock, even as the tremors of pleasure made her pant.

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As he felt her climax once more, he gave one final thrust into her before he let out a loud moan, crying her name out in return as he also came, spilling into her. He lay back in the tub, catching his breath and pulling her down against him and holding her tightly as he came down from the high of their shared orgasms. He hadn't slid out of her yet, enjoying the feel of just being inside of her for a little longer.

He leaned down to kiss her head, giving her a loving squeeze.

"We've made a mess ..." He murmured quietly, amused. "A happy mess, though."

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Liath sighed against him, arms wrapped around him. The way he shouted her name... It felt like coming home again. Really coming home. Home was with Rurik, wherever he was. She nuzzled his chest and just enjoyed being against him as they held each other in the warm water. His loving squeeze filled her heart with joy.

It felt so foreign, yet so nostalgic. So familiar. She was so incredibly happy to have him back. To have crossed the gulf that others had created between them and shown them all, that it wouldn't keep them apart.

"A very happy mess," she murmured, her voice low, raspy, and content. "Maybe this time we should use the soap though." She nuzzled his chest. "After you heat up the water again."

She kissed the very comfy chest and then kissed his neck and cheek. "Thank you, Ru. For saving me."

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He laughed a bit at the suggestion of using the soap this time and got to work heating the water up.

"Yeah, we kind of got dirtier instead of cleaner ... I'm not complaining, though."

His heart melted at her kisses and her words. He nuzzled into her, kissing her cheek in return.

"I'll save you whenever you need me to, love." He didn't want to slip out of her, but he reluctantly did so, so that they could finally clean themselves. He'd be inside of her before long again anyway, he supposed.

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Liath didn't think making love made them dirtier, but she did suppose it made them sweatier. She... found she didn't like the word 'dirty' associated with them together. Dirty was how she felt...

She shouldn't bring it up. He'd given her kisses and nuzzled her, and his next words were so kind. She didn't want to ruin Rurik's mood, but she knew she had to tell him. "Um, Ru?" she queried quietly. "Don't... um. Could you please not think of making love as getting... 'dirty'? Or at least not refer to it that way?"

She looked away from him and down into the hot water. She felt ashamed. "'Dirty' is what they did to me. Not what we do..."

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Oop. He hadn't meant to make her feel bad, but she had a point. There was nothing dirty about what they did together. He sat up a bit and took her face into his hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll be more mindful of my words from now on, I promise. And please, call me out on anything I say or do that makes you uncomfortable. I don't ever want to make you feel like that.

Let's get cleaned up so we can figure out the food thing. And then maybe bed cuddles?"

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Relief flooded her when he held her and kissed her. Her eyes filled with tears and Liath moved into his arms to hold him. She held him so tightly as the tears spilled from her tightly closed eyes and into the water. "Thank you," she breathed into his chest. He wasn't mad at her, he didn't look upset. She hadn't hurt him by saying that.

He told her it was okay. That he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She knew this was the way he had always been, that this wasn't knew for Rurik, but Mother Tree, it felt like she had to relearn things about him all over again. They'd beaten the memories of how good he was to her out of her, and she was only now starting to get them back.

A low, sweet laugh escaped her. "Yes," she whispered. "Let's wash up, eat food, and..." Her head lifted up then to look at him, her eyes shiny with happy tears. "Cuddle. I want to cuddle soooo much."

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Cuddling for them could very well lead to what they'd done in the bathtub again, but if she was okay with that, then so was he. He'd make love to her as much as she wanted him to, if she was okay with it. Cuddles were also good, though, and he was a big fan of that. Finally being able to hold her close after not having her for so long ... That sounded heavenly.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, before reaching for the soap to start cleaning them both up.

Around a half an hour later, the two of them were clean and he had guided her to the bed to get some rest while he quickly went to get some light foods for them both to eat. He arrived back at the bed and sat at the side, offering her a plate.

"It's not exactly fine dining, but should be good for now?" Rurik said with a goofy smile, trying to keep spirits up.

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Liath's spirits were very up. Making love again—really making love—and then taking a bath together, plus how considerate and wonderful he was with her... It started to make everything that happened before feel like a bad dream. She knew it wasn't, and it would take a lot longer than just one evening, but she walked the path of healing. Something she hadn't thought she could do. She could see the path home again. All she could do was hope she carried it with her when she inevitably returned.

She smiled at his goofy smile, her heart so full of love. He loved her. She repeated it over and over in her mind and her heart soared at the thought.

Syringa couldn't take that from her.

Liath lounged in the bed and reached for the plate. "It's perfect," she said to him. She ate a couple of bites while he climbed into bed himself and got situated. Once he settled, Liath moved to press her body along the side of his and used his chest as a table for her plate. She propped herself up on her elbow as she ate and looked at him.

"Thank you, Rurik," she whispered. "For not giving up on me. For listening to me. For understanding what I needed." She knew it mustn't have been easy for him.

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Rurik had to make sure he didn't move too much, otherwise her plate would fall over. She needed to eat. They both did. Green eyes looked up to match hers, and his expression softened.

"I could never give up on you," He responded. He wanted to kiss her again, but he refrained for now. He was still a table for the time being. A cuddly table, but one nonetheless.

He'd been with other women before, but he'd never had a relationship quite as strong as what he had with Liath. Almost losing her for good really hammered home just how strong he felt for her, how strong their connection really was. If this couldn't break them, nothing could.

"You're my person. I won't give up on you."

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Liath lit up; her expression bright, her smile wide and full. His person. She held back threatening watery eyes. "You're my person too, Rurik." A light chuckle escaped after she took another bite. "I had such a cruuuush on you. But I didn't want to act on it or anything because of your history with sylvari..."

She shook her head. "I really love you, you know," she whispered. "More and more all the time." Liath decided she'd feed Rurik some food too, since he couldn't move much right now. He was so sweet. Just being amazing with her. "You're everything I never knew I wanted until you were all I wanted."

She gave him a rueful smile that came along with a small blush. "You make me so happy... I never wanted to push you into liking me, but I'm so happy you do." How could she describe to him how her love felt in her heart? It felt like it would swell up and burst. She kissed his shoulder and then nuzzled it, her poofy reeds bouncing lightly with her movement.

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Oh, he was being fed? Sweet. He gladly took the food from her, listening to her and humming happily.

"I was a bit hesitant, too ... For the same reasons. I didn't want to get into a relationship with you only for it to be a disaster like my other relationships ... The common link there was me. I thought for sure I was just cursed.

And yeah, things have ... Happened. Bad things. Things that would tear a lot of couples apart. I'm glad that you're still willing to be here with me, though, and hells know I'm willing to be here with you, too." His cheeks flushed at the kiss and nuzzle. He rose a free hand to tangle in the reeds of her hair.

"Careful, more of that and we'll be back into it again ..." He warned, a dopey grin crossing his face to let her know he didn't mind if it went that way. As long as she was comfortable, that was all he cared about.

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Liath giggled a little. "I don't think I'd mind that," she teased back with her own silly smile. There might even be a bit of a blush on her cheeks at the idea of more lovemaking. She fed him another piece before she had one herself.

"We made it through to the other side," she whispered as her luminous lavender eyes looked over his handsome face. Her head leaned toward his hand in her hair. Well, here they had. Back home, not yet. She hoped she could carry the knowledge that he was alive and searched for her in her heart so she'd stay strong for him. "You even still want me!" she cheered, before she fed him again.

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He hoped beyond all hope that they would know back home, somehow, that they would find each other again and they would heal together. Whomever had taken her was going to be dealing with a very angry and fiery boyfriend whenever he found them.

Might cause more paperwork for poor Rama. He'll understand.

He took the bite of food from her. With the way they were headed, he was already wanting more of her, so he placed the plate onto the side table and rolled them over so he was topping her, taking her hand into his and entwining their fingers as he grinned at her.

"If you're okay with it, I definitely still want you. As long as you're comfortable, though. If you're not, I can control myself."

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Warmth flooded Liath. So did excitement. And desire. She ached with happiness. They hadn't broken her. They hadn't broken them. Syringa had failed. Rurik still wanted her, Liath still wanted him. Their bond remained unbroken. Their love knotted together with more determined strength. Stronger than ever before.

"Oh, I'm very comfortable and very okay," she breathed with heady desire for this fiery redhead who could burn her to a crisp and she'd love every moment of it. Her arms draped over his shoulders, before some of her fingers slid into the blazing red of his beautiful, soft hair.

"I'm with you, Rurik," Liath whispered. "You're the only one I want. The one I want to spend the rest of my days with. I always want you. You never have to control yourself with me. I'm addicted to you." She gave him a smile.

His love saved her. He saved her. She would love him until her last breath.

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Rurik's smile became more fond, and he leaned in to nuzzle her gently before placing a kiss on her nose.

"I'm addicted to you, too," He murmured quietly before he leaned in to place gentle kisses to her neck, his other hand sliding down to take a breast into it, massaging it over her clothing.

He'd love her until she couldn't remember how those perverts treated her. He'd remind her what real love felt like, and never let her forget.

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Liath sighed out a shivery breath as the pleasure from his lips on her neck and his hand on her breast rippled through her. Her hand in his hair scratched his scalp and stroked his hair to give him pleasure in return. To show him how much she adored him.

She'd survived Mordremoth, survived Kralkatorikk, Jormag and Primordius. She'd helped raise Aurene with Ana, Rurik, and Caithe. Nothing could tear her from her love of Rurik, from the family she'd found.

Her other hand found what little clothes he had put back on and tugged on it. She wanted the love of her life naked against her. Their bond reforged with every touch, every breath, every word.