His hands. His strong, calloused, yet gentle hands. She longed for them upon her exposed skin and then they were! When had he untied her shift?? Ilia felt as if she were in a tunnel, her vision honed solely on Shadow. His fingers on her back prickled Ilia's skin and goosebumps made their way down her spine. Ilia trembled and moaned. She loved the gripe he had upon her thighs, massaging them sent a wave of pleasure through her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I... I was thinking, perhaps were are rushing things... and " </span>Ilia stiffened and sat up, feeling the strain of his member against his trousers. She could feel herself beginning to moisten. He wanted to tease her? She would do the same.<br/><br/>Despite the desire to continue, she furrowed her brow and frowned hoping he would squirm, if only a little, beneath her gaze. Maybe fear she<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>call his bluff. Perhaps that would teach him! A blush bloomed across her face and Ilia reached to her shoulders. She slid her shift off one and then the other, leaving it to bunch at her waist and thighs. Her breasts, exposed to the air, prickled and her nipples hardened. Ilia took Shadow's hands and guided one to her breast. Another wave of pleasure washing over her under his strong hand. The other she led lower, trailing it along her ribs and belly. Lower still, brushing along her pelvis and under her shift until she felt him along her folds. She gasped, rocking slowing as she encouraged him. Another sultry moan escaped her, the candle light cast shadows upon her face. She was in a moment of pure bliss.<br/><br/>She could feel his satisfaction through the bond. Or was that her own? She liked the way he made her feel! Did he enjoy it too? Ilia took his hand from her breast and kissed his fingers, placing one in her mouth before sliding off of him. Her shift fell to the floor, her entire body exposed, but Ilia didn't care. She fumbled at his belt and then his trousers. She needed to remove them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Light! Ilia Sedai! are sure you those weaves will block all the noises?"</span><br/>"No." Was her only feverish reply. She looked up at him from the floor. Despite the removal of his hands, Ilia's ecstasy still built. Her eyes, hungry with desire, admired Shadow's naked form. He<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>beautiful and she wanted him. Hesitantly, Ilia reached up, lightly touching his tip. She could feel his need, not just from the bond, but from the way it throbbed beneath her hand. Her breath was labored, coming out in pants through her open mouth.<br/><br/>Ilia rose to her feet and crawled atop Shadow. She needed this. He needed this. Why was she hesitating? Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, Ilia lowered herself onto Shadow. Feeling him fill her was painful, but she liked it. Ilia began to move her hips, her breath being sucked between slightly parted lips. Surely this was heaven! She ran her hands through her hair, her eyes closed as her pelvis moved against his. "Shadow.." It was more a fevered moan than anything else. Her temperature was rising and sweat began to glisten on her skin in the candle light. She felt a tear inside and Ilia could have cried with delight. She had given him her maidenhood. Did he realize? Realize the importance? She only had one to give and it was his.