Page 92 of The Sorrow of Shadows

“Say it with me, beautiful: Elijah, please put your fingers in mypussy.” He smirks, letting the word roll off his tongue.

“Elijah, please put your fingers in my pussy,” I say as quickly as possible.

“I’d be happy to,” he says, pushing the tip of one finger in my tight channel. I already feel so full, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to fit more. There’s a slight burn as he moves the finger all the way in.

“I’m going to need you to relax. You’re so fucking tight, Ophelia.” Elijah groans, then uses his thumb to rub circles around my clit. The pleasure erupting from that motion is enough to distract me, and I let the muscles of my inner walls relax.

“I promise to make you feel good, but you’ll have to trust me,” Elijah reassures me, his finger pumping in and out of me in slow strokes. After a few minutes, I find myself rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure his fingers provide.

“I’m going to give you more, now. Let me know if it ever gets to be too much.” His words are full of concern, and it touches me that he would care so much.

A second finger teases my entrance, but he doesn’t push it in. Instead, he moves down my body, leaving tender kisses along the way.

When he finally reaches my hips, he lays a soft kiss on my clit, before running the pad of his tongue from entrance to clit. I let out a loud sound I didn’t know I could even make.

This is enough affirmation for Elijah to continue using his mouth to lick every last inch of me. I cry out at the sensation ofhim flicking his tongue over my clit quickly. Finally, he slides in a second finger and uses both along with his mouth to continue pleasuring me.

“Fuck, Elijah.” I writhe under his touch, a tightness building low in my belly. It’s a foreign feeling of pressure unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I chase it, letting my hips rock against his hand and mouth.

“That’s it, doll. Fuck my face. You’re so close, I can feel it in the way you grip my fingers.” He continues pumping them into me, increasing his pace. “I can’t wait to feel you grip my dick like this,” he says between licks up and down my pussy.

“There’s so much pressure,” I whine, unable to handle the tightness building in me for much longer.

“I know, sweetheart. Just let go, and it’ll feel so good.” I feel his tongue swirl around my clit again, then he sucks it into his mouth and nips it lightly. It’s enough to send me hurtling over the edge, and a world-shattering wave of pleasure consumes me as I scream his name.

The pleasure goes on, rippling across my body in waves of ecstasy. I’m panting hard by the time he raises his head from between my legs and smiles at me.

“You’re welcome,” he says, full of cockiness.

“For what?” I quirk a brow at him.

“Your first orgasm,” he replies, winking at me.

I flush at his words, then ask, “Can we do it again?”

He throws his head back in laughter. “Anytime you like, sweetheart. Right now, though, I think you need a nap.”

“Nonsense, I want all of it, Elijah.” I yawn as I say this, proving his point.

“You’ll get all of it, but we might need to work up to full-blown fucking. You just had your first orgasm, and you can barely keep your eyes open.”

I wave him off like he’s crazy.

“You’re going to need to build stamina before I can fuck youproperly. Don’t worry, I have no problem helping you with that.” He nips at my inner thigh, and I giggle deliriously.

“Fine, but you better not keep me waiting long, Elijah.” I do my best to give him a serious look.

“Oh, don’t you fret, Ophelia. I’ll be fucking youvery soon,” he says seductively.

He leans back and pulls my dress down to cover me. My eyes flutter as I fight sleep, and he lifts me from the bench. He scoops me up and carries me bridal style out of the library. I think he takes me to my chambers, but I don’t know for sure because sleep claims me before we make it there.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BREYLA

We had been riding all day after departing my grandparents’ estate, much to their disappointment. We had to promise to visit and bring Mother next time to get my grandmother to release us from the death grip she called a hug.

We closely followed the path we believed Julian would have taken. The rain had washed away any traces of a potential trail he would have left. Unfortunately, he had been trained well and probably hadn’t left much to go off despite the rain. I had also instructed him to avoid major cities and establishments when possible, something I was now regretting.

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