Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Steamy Shower
The adrenaline from his breakthrough coursed through Zaeryn’s veins as he stepped back into the house.
The triumph still hummed beneath his skin, a testament to his first training session with Mireille. He could almost taste the promise of future victories, each one a step closer to his destiny. Today had been a turning point, a breakthrough that would change everything.
The memory of Mireille’s training flashed in his mind, a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Her taunting had annoyed him so much that it pushed him to his limits, but in the end, it had worked.
For the first time, he had harnessed his powers, bending them to his will. No longer was he afraid of dying from overexertion.
The excitement for today’s academy session surged within him. "Hopefully," he thought with a smirk, "I’ll face Leia again. This time, I’ll defeat her."
As he walked through the corridor and rounded a corner, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his features when he spotted someone.
Ravena leaned against his doorframe, her posture a perfect blend of casual elegance and alluring promise. Her beauty was mesmerizing, a siren’s call that beckoned him closer.
The tight skirt hugged her body, accentuating the tempting curve of her hips, and showing off her beautiful thighs. Her black crop top, simple yet provocative, clung to her torso, showing off her toned stomach and hinting at the intricate blackwork tattoo that coiled just above her hip.
Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, tousled in a way that seemed both careless and deliberately alluring. But it was her eyes that truly captivated him, sharp, glittering greens that locked onto him with an intensity that bordered on predatory.
"Took you long enough," she drawled, her voice a sultry purr, "Someone mentioned you and your guardians woke up early for training. Are you trying to impress them?"
Zaeryn’s smile widened, a mirror of Ravena’s own teasing grin. He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, halting mere inches from her enticing form. And then he he braced a hand against the wall beside her, effectively caging her between his arms. "Something like that," he murmured, his voice low and rich, "I’d say it worked, wouldn’t you?"
"I’ll bet it did," Ravena replied, her gaze flickering momentarily to his lips before meeting his eyes once more. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone, a feather-light touch that sparked a fire within him. "I barely saw you yesterday. I missed you."
The playful banter still danced in her eyes, but there was a raw honesty to her words, a vulnerability that spoke volumes. It was an unspoken truth.
Now that they had a fully synched bond, it only make sense that some women would miss him more than others. And Ravena was always very attached to him, so finalizing the bond, only amplified that.
Zaeryn’s grin softened, becoming something warmer, more genuine. "Is that an open invitation to make up for lost hours?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Her mouth was soft, yielding, and she tasted of sweet promises as she melted into him. Her arms snaked around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
He broke the contact just enough to gaze into her eyes, now hazy with desire. His breath mingled with hers, a shared intimacy. "I need to shower before I’m late for the Lyceum." The words were a low rumble, a promise of more to come. "Do you want to join me?"
A slow, wicked smile curved Ravena’s lips, her eyes sparkling with a challenge that ignited a fire within him. "A shower? Is that all you have in mind?" she purred, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Or are you planning to do something more... exciting and relieving?"
Zaeryn’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding down the arch of her back to settle possessively on her ass, while the other roamed the curve of her side. His thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her midriff, sending a shiver of delight through her.
Ravena’s breath caught in her throat, a soft sensual sound escaping her lips as she arched into him, her arms tightening around his neck.
The undeniable hardness pressing against his trousers was a silent testament to the mutual desire that burned between them.
With ease, Zaeryn scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. The door to his room hissed open, and he carried her inside, the door sealing behind them with a soft hiss.
Minutes later, the sound of running water filled the air, mingling with the soft, breathy moans of promises fulfilled.
The shower water was already steaming hot, a perfect counterpoint to the cool tiles beneath their feet.
Zaeryn was sucking on Ravena’s breasts, as she leaned her back again the tiles, the shower water cascading over them, hot and relentless, mixing with the tremors of their gasps and whispered promises."
Moving from her breasts, his lips found the sensitive curve of Ravena’s neck, his touch igniting a trail of fire across her skin. "We don’t have much time," he murmured against her damp skin, his words punctuated by the soft sounds of their shared desire.
Ravena turned in his arms, her back now pressed against his chest. The sudden change in position left her momentarily disoriented, but Zaeryn’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her secure. Her breasts pressed against his forearms, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through her.
"I’m not stopping you," she breathed, her voice husky with need. The feel of his hard cock pressed against the between of her hips was intoxicating, a promise of pleasure to come. "I never took you for the kind to rush through things."
"That’s because you weren’t around to see this side of me." Zaeryn’s reply was a low chuckle, his lips tracing the wet curve of her neck. The deliberate path his lips took sent shivers down Ravena’s spine, each touch igniting a new spark of pleasure.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations, her breath catching in her throat. The feel of his cock, hard and insistent against her, was a tantalizing reminder of what was to come.
"Hmm," she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder in a silent offering of submission. "What did you have in mind?" The words were barely audible, a breathless whisper that held a world of meaning. "I’m yours."
Zaeryn didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hands slid from her waist, tracing the curves of her body to settle under her thighs. With a strength that belied his biological limits as a man, he lifted her, her feet leaving the tiled floor.
Ravena gasped in surprise, her world suddenly inverted. She was weightless in Zaeryn’s arms, suspended above him. The vulnerability of her position sent a thrill of excitement through her, a delicious sense of helplessness that only heightened her arousal.