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.