"Oh!" Anastasia was impressed. "But we don't know where Seraph is now. He never came with my aunt back to Vilinski, so it is possible that either he is dead or he doesn't agree with Etaya's plans. That's why he has chosen to stay inconspicuous."

"Or he is dead already," he conjectured.

"That is a probability."

He took a deep sigh and then lied down back on the towel. She rested her head back on his shoulder and they remained silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and put his arm over them. There was so much to think about. "You can't imagine how much I wanted to give you all the luxuries of the world, take you to all the places I have been." He gave a humorless chuckle. "But see? Here we are. In a cavern in Yelgra, biding our time so that things become fine back at Draoidh and Silver Vales. Do you think that will ever happen?"

"I firmly believe that it will happen," her lips curled against his skin. A wave of fresh breeze brought the aroma of wild flowers in the cavern. Birds chirped on the outside as their horse, Lovac, whinnied.

He turned to her and pulled her up on his chest. "If that doesn't happen soon, I will snatch it from the world and give it to you." Saying that he crashed his lips on hers. He grazed his fangs over them forcing her to part them. As soon as she parted, he delved inside. Their tongues lapped and twisted. She moaned in his mouth. His shaft became hard as steel and he rubbed it against her belly.

When she left him, she slid slowly down to his chest, his navel and then thighs, trailing a line of kisses. His legs quaked with what she was about to do. First she kissed the inside of his thighs and then nuzzled her face in his balls.

"Natsya!" he hissed.

"Did I tell you that when they asked me my name, I said it was Natsya," she said in between kissing him over there.

His balls tightened painfully as his erection swelled. His chest heaved and he watched her.

Fisting his shaft, she began kissing it lengthwise and then reached the slit. "Natsya, I want to last."

She poked her tongue between his slit and he shuddered. "Oh god!"

The taste of his shaft was exquisite. She licked the entire length and then wrapped her lips around it. First, she lapped her tongue around it and then sucked it... hard. With one hand she pressed his balls and with the other, she fisted his member as she sucked on it. Suddenly she pulled it down her throat and he jerked up with a yell.

"I am about to come, Natsya!" he rolled his hips and moved them in and out of her mouth. He looked at her again and seeing her red lips around his cock was so sexy that with a roar, he came inside her mouth. Panting as if he had run a thousand miles marathon, he looked down at his wife. Lust-driven, how could he leave her? He pulled her up. Grabbing her hips, he made her straddle him in a way that he could lick and suck and devour her core. "Bend forward and don't move," he said. "I am about to put your favorite book into action."

Though she flushed, his dirty talk only aroused her. He positioned himself below her core. Her clit was swollen and it needed his attention. He attacked it with his tongue and then sucked it ferociously, grazing the side with his fangs. "Ah!" she moaned. Her eyes rolled in her head. All her fantasies were coming true. He sucked it hard and then lowered his mouth to her folds. Licking her all the way to her core, he delved his tongue inside. She bucked but he pinned her hips. "Ileus, you-" she was cut off when his fangs grazed the bundle of nerves there and she cried out.

"You are my favorite meal," he said and then again started to suck her. Her muscles clenched. She chased her orgasm when suddenly he moved her down and the next she knew was that he was guiding himself inside her. "I am going to have you come around me. I want to feel your sheath milking my cock."

Gods. He talked dirty. She started moving over him.

"You are so fucking wet and tight, Natsya!"

The two didn't last long. The orgasm that she was chasing returned with mind shattering force. "Ahhhh!" she cried as she came all around him.

"That's it baby!" he said and pounded her, coming seconds later.

Spent and tired, Anastasia slumped on his chest. Scent of sex and sweat surrounded them. This was real, this was what was the only thing that mattered. They were separated for two weeks but it looked like eternity. There was so much uncertainty in the past that they both needed to feel each other, both needed to disappear in each other...

"We should take a bath again and head back. There's a lot that I want to discuss with my group now," he said, not wanting to go at all.

"Yes," she murmured. After she slowly disentangled from him, he got up and helped her in the pool. They took a nice long bath.

Ileus walked out of the pool and extended his hand for her to come out. "As much as I like you naked, I am afraid you have to dress up."

She poked her tongue in her cheeks at his brazenness and let out a small laugh. Taking his hand, she came out of the water. "What am I going to wear? This towel?"

"Not a bad idea," he replied, snapping his fingers. A set of clothes appeared on the side. "I told you, I had concealed them here." He picked up the towel and stepped in front of her. "Allow me, princess," he said and started drying her. With brows drawn tight, he dried her body.

"Why did you choose to come to this cavern today?" she asked.

"Because this is where I created the funnel through which I found you." He rubbed her wet hair with the towel.

Her lips parted.