04.Jan.16, 02:19 AM
The impish grin that formed on R’nya’s lips as Quilriana spoke was both uncharacteristic for the usually stoic bronzerider, but also belied his own ignorance and naivety that surrounded himself and his relationships with Quilriana and Rhaedalyn both. The man had never once stopped to consider either his own feelings for the women, or the way the relationships could be viewed. In part, it was likely fuelled by denial, but the strange dance that was his relationship with Rhaedalyn likely was more than a small part responsible.
“You are not wrong,” R’nya murmured cheerfully, his voice low and woven with the husky tone of lust as he wrapped his own arms lightly around Quilriana’s waist. Leaning forward slightly, R’nya kissed her on the tip of her nose, her lips, and then worked his way across her jawline before settling on her neck. He stopped at the curve of neck and shoulder, breathing warm breaths as he paused, and picked his companion up off her feet. Her light build made the task an easy one, and he strode purposefully towards the bed and gently set her back on her feet at its side.
Stepping back, R’nya held Quilriana’s hands lightly in his own as he gazed at her for several moments, before stepping back in and gently batting her fingers away as he began to carefully release ties and buttons, peeling each layer of clothing from her with both great care and almost agonizing slowness. His eyes were bright with amusement, but his lust was difficult to miss.
Releasing her from the final piece of clothing, R’nya paused again, one hand holding Quilriana’s as he stepped back and tilted his head, admiring the view in an almost unusually frank manner. Several moments later, and R’nya gave Quilriana’s hand a sudden jerk, pulling the young woman flush against him, he nuzzled into the crook of Quilriana’s neck, delivering a combination of kisses and nibbles.
“You are not wrong,” R’nya murmured cheerfully, his voice low and woven with the husky tone of lust as he wrapped his own arms lightly around Quilriana’s waist. Leaning forward slightly, R’nya kissed her on the tip of her nose, her lips, and then worked his way across her jawline before settling on her neck. He stopped at the curve of neck and shoulder, breathing warm breaths as he paused, and picked his companion up off her feet. Her light build made the task an easy one, and he strode purposefully towards the bed and gently set her back on her feet at its side.
Stepping back, R’nya held Quilriana’s hands lightly in his own as he gazed at her for several moments, before stepping back in and gently batting her fingers away as he began to carefully release ties and buttons, peeling each layer of clothing from her with both great care and almost agonizing slowness. His eyes were bright with amusement, but his lust was difficult to miss.
Releasing her from the final piece of clothing, R’nya paused again, one hand holding Quilriana’s as he stepped back and tilted his head, admiring the view in an almost unusually frank manner. Several moments later, and R’nya gave Quilriana’s hand a sudden jerk, pulling the young woman flush against him, he nuzzled into the crook of Quilriana’s neck, delivering a combination of kisses and nibbles.