Chapter 36: Learning Something New
Her hand betrayed her, moving swiftly beneath the water to touch the rigid bulge. Kane reacted instantly, freezing completely and cutting off whatever he was doing.
"No... Arianna," he groaned, his voice thick as he firmly wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away.
She knew this was a clear code red, a warning telling her not to push any further, but her desire was too strong to simply back down.
"Can I at least look?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
He broke completely from her embrace, taking a deliberate step backward in the tub. "No. I said no."
Arianna nodded quickly, raising both of her hands in mock surrender. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips as she studied him. He definitely wasn’t angry but she went ahead and offered an apology anyway. "I am sorry. I-I didn’t mean to frighten you."
"I am not frightened," Kane said, shaking his head and wondering how she could possibly misinterpret the situation so thoroughly. "This is the wolf’s den, Arianna... and you are trying to wake up a very big, very bad, incredibly nasty wolf."
A delicious, icy shiver ran straight down her spine, pooling directly between her thighs. She understood his meaning perfectly.
"I know for a fact you cannot handle what you are trying to unleash," he chuckled darkly, running a hand through his long, damp dark hair. "It is far too much for you."
"I doubt that," she blurted out, boldly biting her lower lip. "I only wanted to see it. But if you don’t want me to, it’s fine."
"Hmm..." Kane shook his head, genuinely wondering how on earth he had ended up with such a beautifully reckless woman. Her request was something he would have loved nothing more than to fulfill, but he knew his own limits. He didn’t know how much he could control himself if things got any more exciting.
It was better to play it safe. Better to protect her.
"Why don’t we do something else to make you happy, my Queen?"
"Like what?" she asked, shifting backward until her spine rested against the smooth edge of the bathing tub. She cupped a handful of the warm water and let it cascade over her face.
Kane couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was still fighting a losing battle against his own mind, trying desperately to suppress the wild, carnal thoughts screaming for release.
Staying in this water with her was already driving him to the absolute edge, but he had to master his urges until this stupid curse was finally broken.
It was a tragedy, really, that he had been born with such a foolish, suffocating curse of all things. And now, it was actively stopping him from fully consuming the woman he wanted.
"Kane..." Arianna called out, snapping him instantly out of his wild, dark thoughts. Once she was certain she had his full attention, she pressed on. "I asked what we are going to try instead."
"You could teach me something... anything to please you and ease this tension," he replied, his gaze drifting inevitably down to her chest—the view he had quickly come to worship above all others.
Her breasts were perfectly formed, full and breathtakingly beautiful. The mere sight of them sent a direct, demanding signal straight to his groin, but he refused to succumb to the dark, carnal urges calling his name.
"Let’s learn about fingering," Arianna said, the words slipping out all of a sudden. She was privately amazed by the sudden reservoir of confidence that kept pushing her to speak so boldly without melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Perhaps she was just getting used to him as her partner in this wicked little arrangement.
Kane gave a slow nod, his gaze holding an immense amount of curiosity "Show me. I am entirely willing to learn."
"I am not surprised you don’t know it," Arianna said, noting that he hadn’t attempted it once since they had started making out. "It is another crucial part of the foreplay I explained to you last night."
"I see... so they are connected."
"Exactly," she agreed, flashing him a small smile as she reached up to sweep her damp hair completely back over her shoulders. "Fingering is a sexual activity where a person uses one or more fingers to gently stimulate or penetrate their partner’s genitals. The vagina, specifically."
He didn’t react the way she had anticipated. Arianna tried not to overthink it as she studied his face, but it was incredibly difficult to read his expression when his features remained entirely blank.
A sudden doubt crept into her mind. Did he find her far too wild?
"I am paying close attention, even though I am quite distracted by your body," he confessed, his voice dropping an octave. "The Moon Goddess is truly testing the absolute limits of my patience with you."
Arianna swallowed hard, feeling the heavy weight of his frustration—a frustration they both shared.
They desperately wanted to lose themselves in each other, yet they were entirely trapped by the cruel curse placed upon him.
She wondered, not for the first time, why he carried such a dark burden. What could he have possibly done to deserve such a punishment?
"Continue with what you were saying. I want to learn quickly," he prompted, pulling her back to the present.
Arianna nodded, clearing her throat. "Like I said earlier, the goal is usually to provide pleasure, increase arousal and help your partner feel relaxed and ready for further intimacy."
"So you mean I literally have to use my fingers?"
"Yes. Just trust yourself and be gentle. Start very slowly, and if you think I am enjoying it, then you can continue."
"And how exactly will I know if you like it?"
"You will just know, Kane. Or I will tell you to stop."
"You told me to stop the last time, but your body was saying something entirely different, my Queen," he countered smoothly.
Arianna placed a hand over her face, a fresh wave of intense embarrassment washing over her as she let out a self-deprecating laugh. "I didn’t actually mean for you to stop back then. That kind of ’stop’ is very different from a real one."
"I didn’t realize a single word could carry so many meanings," he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he teased her. He leaned in a fraction closer, the water rippling around his bare chest. "But if this increases sexual arousal... isn’t it far more dangerous for us to even try?"
"No, it can temporarily quench the desire as well," she reasoned softly.
Kane nodded, his hands gliding back underwater to stroke the length of her legs, which were stretched out lazily in front of him.
Without warning, he suddenly pulled her lower body closer to his, making her gasp in surprise. A breathless laugh escaped her lips as the space between them vanished entirely.
Before she could speak, he captured her lips with his own. He deepened the kiss instantly, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce, possessive rhythm.
She moaned softly against his mouth, a sound that nearly shattered his iron resolve and pushed him far beyond their agreement.
Arianna was completely lost in the heat of the kiss when she felt his hand slip lower, drifting between her thighs. Her stomach fluttered wildly with butterflies as a sudden rush of anticipation overtook her.
He began to tease her, rubbing a single finger gently against the damp, thin fabric of the undergarments she still wore, feeling the radiating heat of her body and the soft contours of her pubic hair.
Finally unable to bear the barrier any longer, Kane pulled the fabric aside in a hurried, desperate motion and cupped her wet center in his palm.
Arianna let out a soft whimper, her hips instinctively bucking upward against the firm pressure of his touch. She hadn’t given him any verbal instructions for this part, yet he had anticipated her body’s needs perfectly. The realization flickered through her mind—he was an incredibly fast learner.
But her mind couldn’t hold onto the thought for long as he slid a finger deeply inside her.
"Oh, Kane..." she cried out, her voice breaking. She threw her arms tightly around his neck, her head tilting back as she gave herself over entirely to the exquisite sensation.
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