Heart Over Sword
Chapter 211: New Sensations (3)

Chapter 211: New Sensations (3)

Nervousness started to peel at Evanna’s skin as she hesitantly reached out, her hands going to Arawn’s shoulders, gulping as she did so. The hunger in his eyes softened, and one side of his lips tugged up gently.

"*How about.*" Arawn’s hands now rested on Evanna’s hips, making her body tense from the flood of desire flourishing to her breasts and core. Arawn kept his eyes on hers, but she could see that hunger return, like he knew his effect on her body and wanted to take advantage of it. He didn’t. "*You tell me how you used those powers.*"

Evanna blinked. And blinked some more, confusion swirling inside the lust ignited from his touch. "I.. Uh.. Huh?" She stuttered; her body was aflame with need, tensed from nerves and now relaxed in confusion as she stared at Arawn.

"*I never taught you how to use Malawai. Did you teach yourself?*" His fingers began to stroke circles on her hips. It was distracting, sending tingling sensations between her thighs. At his words and the exquisite sensations, Evanna’s breathing became heavy, lost in the moment, but her mind was trying to grasp what he’d just asked.

Feeling lost and confused, Evanna was reminded of the few times Arawn tried to gain information from her in the palace. Her eyes suddenly stung, and her heart pinched at the sudden question.

Her body chilled at the idea, and she tensed again, making Arawn’s brows furrow as he searched her eyes. "*Are you interrogating me?*" Evanna hissed at him, her hands gripping his under the water, stopping the motion of his fingers to her hips.

"*No. Never.*" Arawn was firm, his eyes unwavering from hers.

"*You’re nervous, and rightly so, Evanna. This was just a distraction. You can tell me if you like. I’d rather you feel comfortable with me, with my touch.. You can, of course, still, run away. That is always an option I will never take away from you. Well, after marriage, that will be impossible anyway,*" he joked light-heartedly.

Arawn’s voice and the vibration of his chest made Evanna relax and that slight paranoia that had clutched at her chest so viciously. She rested her hands against his and lowered her forehead to the top part of his chest that was still out of the water.

"*I’m not going anywhere,*" she murmured, stepping closer to him and letting her body lean into his, her breasts pressing against him and his erection against her.

Arawn’s hands gripped her hips tightly at her action, a hiss escaping his lips. "*If I wasn’t comfortable with you, I wouldn’t be here, Arawn,*" she whispered and gulped, feeling greedy and wanting more.

His erection was making her tingle, but she looked up at him for direction, yet at the same time to see if he wanted her as well. It was stupid. She knew, even with his hardened length between them, but she wanted to read his eyes. And, oh, those eyes were dark with want, his hunger devouring hers.

Not needing any more prompting, Arawn’s hand glided down from her hip to the tip of her nub, pausing at her loud gasp. The tender nerves balled together there seemed to electrify her, brightening her eyes and making her mouth turn dry as desire pounded through her bloodstream. She clutched at his free hand, and he interlaced their fingers, bringing them to his lips again, watching her as he kept his other hand in between her thighs.

"*Evanna,*" Arawn whispered, eyes searching hers for a moment, then seemingly pleased by what he’d seen, there was no more hesitation as he claimed her lips once more, and his finger began to move up and down her slick folds.

Evanna’s fingers dug into Arawn’s chest, the sensations overwhelming her. She focused on trying to kiss the prince back, but that small motion between her thighs sent shockwaves through her body, making her gasp, her breathing growing heavy. Her eyes would meet his, her own wide but slightly glazed from the building sensation.

"Arawn," she gasped, her hand halting his. He immediately stopped and looked at her, though his own breathing was just as intense. "*It’s too sensitive,*" she whimpered, shivering from his touch.

At that, he smiled and relaxed. "*I can make it better?*"

Evanna’s eyes flicked between his and then nodded, releasing his hand, her own accidentally grazing against his erection. Arawn sucked in a breath when she hesitantly ran her fingers down his length. "*Evanna, that IS too dangerous,*" he growled huskily into her ear. "*Let me satisfy you.*"

Arawn pulled back slowly, his eyes burning into hers that held her hostage on the spot. With his eyes fixed on her, his finger slid inside of her, and her lips parted, eyes widened before he took her mouth while his finger worked her below. Evanna jerked her head to the side, gasping, hands clutching at his back, and she found herself biting his shoulder as a whimper turned into a moan.

She could feel herself growing hotter, her chest heavier, her core tightening and building to something she couldn’t quite comprehend. It was wonderful. Then Arawn’s skilful hands pushed his thumb against that bundle of nerves while his finger pumped her, and she fell apart, her head falling back. Arawn brought his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses, sending her body into a blissful state.

When she came down from this high that kept her heart pounding, Evanna’s hands slid up to Arawn’s hair as he began straightening them, but her lips fell onto his earning her a groan from him. His hands moved to her backside, and she gasped against him, her core throbbing needily, especially so with the hardened length rubbing subtly against her. She could tell Arawn was close to losing his control.

Still, she kissed him hungrily, sighing into him as he tried to devour her, his hands tightening on her. Before she knew what she was doing, Evanna wrapped her leg around his waist, the passion she felt ruling her. Arawn pulled back to look at her, but she wanted to taste him more, she couldn’t get enough, and her slick folds wanted more of him.

Seeing her half-lidded gaze, her delicate, swollen pink lips and witnessing her first orgasm, Arawn was on edge. She was bewitching him, captivating, and all his to take. He bit into her bottom lip, feeling her leg tighten on his hip and bringing them somehow even closer.

Their skin touched all over, her hands intertwined with his hair, gliding over the tip of his ears. That made him growl at the sensitive spot that sent blood and heat pulsating to his length. Arawn lifted Evanna up, causing her to yelp at the sudden change, eyes wild, looking down at him with water droplets sprinkling around them. She was so, so beautiful.

Evanna wrapped both her legs around him, and they kissed fervently as he began to walk back towards the shoreline. His lips moved down, capturing her neck again, delighting in the quickness of her pulse and the small gasps escaping those lips. Those luscious lips he wanted to use for more than kissing.

He lowered his head, a smile tugging at his mouth as he kissed and nipped down to her cleavage. That was until the sound of twig breaking made them both freeze.