I was awoken by the call of voices above us, and the movement of the ship. “They’re casting off,” Rivyn murmured, his fingers stroking my hair out across my back. “Wind must be good.” I felt the moment the sails caught it, and the motion of the ship as it picked up speed. His stroking was no longer innocent, and I pressed my lips to his chest.
“They’ll all be on deck,” he drew my knee up to his hip and rolled onto his side. “And the ship’s movements will disguise your voice,” his lips found mine, his kiss heated as he drew my hips to his and rocked into me. “Ah, Siorin,” he breathed my name like a prayer, his hands stoking down my back, pressing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly to me.
I gasped out a moan against his throat and felt his groaned res
