Page 91 of The Sorrow of Shadows

My neck flushes at his words, the heat creeping up my face. I shake my head, and he grins.

“Such a good girl. You won’t stay that way once I’ve had you. I need you to be absolutely certain you understand what you’re agreeing to. I’ll break you in the best ways, my sinful little doll.”

I don’t hesitate before nodding my understanding.

“Ineed your words, Ophelia.”

“I understand, Elijah.” My voice doesn’t waver as I give him my consent.

Fire sparks in his brown eyes, and he captures my lips in a passionate kiss. He wastes no time pushing his tongue into my mouth and meeting mine, deepening the kiss with every push and pull of his lips.

The hand that was hovering above my center is now pushing up the skirts of my dress, baring my legs to him. He quickly finds my undergarments and runs a finger along the edge, dipping one finger just barely inside them.

The teasing sensation has me shivering in anticipation, driving me to pull at the bottom of his tunic, lifting it over his head.

As we break our kiss to remove his shirt, I get the chance to admire the body beneath. My mouth might be watering, staring at the hard lines and ridges of each defined muscle along his arms, chest, and abdomen. I’m pretty sure the gods sculpted this male, because there’s no way they can lookthatgood.

He has that delicious vee that leads down to his pelvis, and I find myself wanting to run my tongue along it. I’ve seen plenty of males train shirtless, but Elijah is something else entirely. I will never understand how someone of his build ended up as an advisor to the king. You can’t even compare most males to him.

He is the perfect opposite to my petite frame, and I love the way he dwarfs me, yet I feel like I fit perfectly against him.

“You done staring, darling?” he teases.

“Never,” I reply, biting my lip.

He leans down and pulls my bottom lip from between my teeth into his own, biting softly.

I let out a soft moan, the sudden sting soon soothed by the lapping of his tongue. He runs a knuckle down my center over my undergarments. I’m surprised by how sensitive it is, even through a layer of fabric.

He resumes our kiss, letting himself explore every inch of mymouth. His fingers continue their motion against my center, and I feel myself moaning every time he drags a knuckle over that sensitive bud at the top of my sex.

After a few minutes of his torturous pace, I start rolling my hips against his hand, desperate for him to touch more. I need to feel more.

“When I remove these, am I going to find you wet for me?” he asks against my lips, his fingers teasing the edge of my undergarments.

“I-I don’t know,” I say honestly. This is all new territory to me.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” He winks and hooks a thumb through them, pulling them down my thighs.

He works them off me easily and brings them up to his nose, breathing in deeply. The dirty act is oddly erotic. He moans at the scent, then tucks them in his pants pocket.

My back bows off the bench when he finally drags his finger from my entrance to that bundle of nerves. His touch is like ecstasy, and I find myself craving more of it.

“I love your reactions. I can’t wait to see what others I can create,” he says before rubbing circles around that magical spot, then running his fingers down around my entrance. He alternates the motions, driving me to the point of insanity.

“Please, Elijah,” I whimper. I don’t even know what I’m asking for at this point. I just know it’s not enough.

“Please, what?” He grins at me.

“Please...” I start, not sure how to finish the request. “Put your fingers, um...”

“Put my fingers where, Ophelia? I need to know where you want them.” He’s enjoying making me squirm entirely too much.

“Inside my um...” I start but hesitate with what to call it. So, I go for the safe, “Inside me.”

He traces from the bundle of nerves down to my entrance, then further down to the puckered hole, and chuckles. My eyesflare wide at the sensation. “There’s more than one place I can fuck you with my fingers. You’ll need to clarify.”

He’s really going to make me say this, isn’t he? I sigh in frustration, “Please put your fingers in my p-p-pu—” I still struggle to get the last word out, feeling horrified at the way the dirty word feels on my tongue.

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