Chapter 95_ Wild Desire

Kane drove them away from the city to the nearby mountains and hiked to an amazing, secluded lake. “Kane, this place is incredible.” Arya said, looking at the beauty of nature and the still water reflecting the horizon above.

“Yes, and it's unknown to tourists. My father told me about it.” Kane said, as they prepared the picnic on the green grass and sat on it, Arya started eating the pizzas and some prosciutto they got at the supermarket on their way there, while Kane opened a bottle of prosecco.

“This wine is so good! It must have cost you a fortune.” Arya said, licking her lips as she savored the taste of the wine.

"Are you kidding me? It was cheaper than the gas to come here. They just don't know how to make bad wine in Italy.” Kane replied, and Arya nodded as she sat back, resting against the warm rocks and helping herself to some more prosciutto.

“So, to what do I owe the honor of this wonderful trip out of town?” She asked Kane after a moment of silence.

"You haven't seen anything of Italy aside from the road between the hotel and the office.” Kane said, and Arya nodded with a sigh.

"Yeah, I know, it's been crazy. But why this particular spot? I'm sure there were plenty of beautiful spots closer to the hotel.” Arya asked curiously, and Kane smiled.

"This is where my grandpa met my nonna." He answered,

“Really?"

“He was fishing while she was swimming in the lake, and he kept looking at her... so she beat him unconscious with a fish, and they fell in love. Now that I think about it, you are a lot like my grandmother, such a warrior that woman was.” Kane explained, and Arya let out a giggle.

"I have to be because you are a lot like your grandfather.” Arya said,

“You may be more right than you think. He called her ‘my fish’ until the last day of his life. And ‘rancid herring’ on rare occasions when they were fighting over something.” Kane said,

"That's cute. But I really hope you won't have the brilliant idea of calling me ‘names’ next time we have an argument.” Arya said, and Kane chuckled.

"I won't.” He promised and leaned forward, a naughty glint gleaming in his eyes. "By the way, my grandpa also told me that my father was conceived on this very shore.”

Arya looked at him suspiciously and said, “I don't know where you're going with this, but I can assure you that the conception of your father is not as exciting as you might think.” Kane laughed at her words and moved closer to her.

“I know. I was just thinking that I wouldn't mind having a baby to spoil. What do you think?” Kane said,

Arya shrugged. “Well, settling down and having a family would be nice, but a few years down the line, certainly not now.”

"I wasn't suggesting making a baby now, but some practice wouldn't hurt.” Kane said, taking Arya in his arms and connecting their lips together. Arya smiled into the kiss and kissed him back.

They lay together on the grass, kissing and touching. Arya reached under his shirt—his abs contracted at the touch of her fingers, and her teeth gently sunk into his lip. Arya felt her heart start racing, her skin tingling, as she breathed the perfume from his neck and his hands running all over her body.

“You are so beautiful, I could lose my mind.” Kane rasped against her ears as his hands reached down, slowly sliding into her pants. A jolt of excitement ran down Arya's spine when he touched her.

“Mmmmmh." She moaned as his fingers explored her. Arya stroked the hard erection that pushed against his pants.

Then she felt Kane's fingers inside her. She held her breath for a moment, biting her lips, as she closed her eyes and started moving back and forth, giving him the rhythm and losing herself in the warm, growing feeling that was spreading inside her.

“Ooooh….Kane…”

He kissed her neck very slowly and very lightly, but Arya could feel the wild desire barely restrained behind every gesture. Arya grabbed his arms and moved faster as he applied more pressure, the warm feeling turning into a wild desire. Arya's skin felt like it was burning; her thoughts were scattered and blurry. All she focused on was the pleasure rising inside her.

Kane pushed more with his hand, and all her senses lit up. Arya’s lips curled in a smile as Kane put a kiss over them. Kane kissed her again and started pulling off her pants. Arya let him, and she leaned back against the rock behind her. Kane spread her legs wide and got down on his hands and knees as he approached Arya like a wild predator.

He grabbed her ankle before Arya could retract her legs and hold her still, tasting her skin and giving a light bite to her calf. Kane grabbed her other angle as well, and Arya pretended to wriggle her way out of his grasp. Kane sunk his head between her thighs with a feral growl, tasting her with true wild desire.

Arya raised her legs above his shoulders and grabbed his thick, dark hair, enjoying the delightful feeling of his tongue playing over her. He got a hold of her legs and kept tasting her with growing passion and desire. Slow, heavy strokes that turned into shivers of pleasure running up and down her body blended and mixed together, getting more and more intense.

“Kane….Kane….oh-Kane.” Arya screamed as she held his head and started moving against his strokes, doubling the pleasure and slowly climbing toward the sky. Arya's heart hammered hard in her chest. A growing, overwhelming sensation filled her up, cutting her breath and making her beg for more.

Her body stretched and turned as she cum with an intensity she'd rarely experienced before. She felt her heart rushing and felt so stunned that she had a black veil around her eyes. Kane licked her juices dry and looked up to look at her as he grabbed her head and kissed her passionately, making Arya taste herself.