Page 78 of Naga General's Mate

They soon undressed each other, their movements a dance of familiarity and urgency. The shower’s spray was a warm embrace as they stepped onto the cool tiles. Within seconds, he pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring her petite frame with a possessiveness that made her feel cherished and desired. His lips met hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless, the taste of him mingling with the water’s sweetness. Her fingers threaded through his wet hair as she pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

His hands roamed over her slick skin, igniting a fire within her that only he could quench. Her breath hitched as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance.

In one fluid motion, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The water cascaded around them, a symphony of droplets that accentuated each thrust of his hips.

She clung to him tightly as he moved within her. Each stroke fanned the flames of her desire, a relentless rhythm that drove her toward the edge of ecstasy.

“Brivul,” she whispered, her voice laden with need.

He responded with a fervor that matched her own, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding.

Her body soon shattered around him as the waves of pleasure ripped through her. She felt him follow her over the edge, his own release pulsing within her as he claimed her with a primal intensity that left them both spent and sated.

They remained entwined under the shower’s spray, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Brivul set her down gently, his arms lingering around her as if he never wanted to let go.

Mila looked up at him, her heart brimming with love and gratitude for the Niri who had become her protector, her confidant, and her greatest ally.

After they stepped out of the shower and reached for towels, Mila couldn’t help but marvel at the journey they had embarked upon. From the depths of despair to the heights of passion, they had found solace and strength in each other’s arms.

And at that moment, as Brivul wiped a droplet of water from her cheek with a tenderness that belied his warrior-like exterior, Mila finally realized this was always her destiny.