Page 80 of What Lies Within Blood & Heirs

“I am fine.” His voice rough.

She knew better. “The other night?—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he rasped, one hand gripped her thigh, pressing his straining cock against her pulsing core.

Alora moaned at the contact, throwing her hands into his hair. Reveling in the sharp hiss from between his teeth when she gripped tight. “It could make you feel worse.”

His lips didn’t stop, finding her neck and nibbling short, small bites against it that set her boiling body to the intensity of the sun.

“I know, and I do not care. Just … just let me touch you. I need …you, Alora. Only you.” His voice was enough of a desperate plea that she fully understood the unspoken.

Her neck extended in surrender to him.

He, in turn, explored across her jaw, down to the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. That icy breath alone sent shivers ruthlessly pebbling every bit of her skin.

He bit down with a primal growl.

Stars,did his lips ever know what they were doing? Ever intoxicating. Stealing her breath and her mind until she forgot the world around them.

And maybe that was why, when his hands explored every inch they could, why when his mouth was on her, thieving her breath and her mind wholly until nothing but his touch and his moans and his body existed…

That he seemed to be just as lost as she was. As if nothing else mattered to him.

Alora rocked in another shudder when his breath fanned into her sweater. Driving her to the brink of insanity as his face buried in the fabric and the ice of his hand firmly squeezed her thigh.

Pulling her into him, his hardness pressed against her, and she pulsed warmth with aching desire.

Calluses and the cold of his rings scraped across her neck until it pulled the collar down. Exposing her skin until those incredible lips kissed the swell of her breast and she shuddered.

“My breath alone can make you quiver.” He darkly chuckled. “Allow me to remind you what my tongue can do.”

Hand gripping her thigh, she found the other tearing from her shirt before it, too, gripped the other. Garrik bucked his hips forward, strangling a gasp from her before he did it again. Alora couldn’t help herself, rolling her hips to feel his cock pressing against her. Moaning with every glorious thrust of his body; mixing her voice with the pleasured groans of his.

There was too much clothing between them. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. Traitorous hands dug into his shoulders, not daring to move an inch. Knowing he wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not until?—

He bit into her neck.

Alora cried out, echoing against the trees.

His hand carefully draped over her mouth. A rough laugh vibrated from his chest. “Fuck, I love to hear your moans, but they aremine.I do not intend to share.” Gray hair danced in the breeze as he sent a withering glance over his shoulder to where camp sat. “Try not to scream…” he paused, and a wicked smirk climbed his face, “at least not here.”

Garrik dropped to his knees before she could respond. Hooking his fingers in her leggings and underthings, those ravenous eyes whipped upward, and she knew what he waited on.

It only took one whimperedyesfor him to slowly pull them down, hungrily kissing and dragging his incredible tongue over every inch of her thigh as he exposed the pebbling skin.

His muscles rippled as he gripped her legs and threw them over his shoulders.

Shadows held her there, causing her burning hands to dig into his enchanting hair.

Then he kissedtheretoo—the juncture of her thighs—that soft sensitive skin quivering under his lips.

Spreading her, baring her fully to him with a grin, he rasped, “I am going to make you see the stars, darling.”

Alora forgot how to breathe, watching her High Prince kneeling on the forest floor. The northern breeze thrummed through his stunning hair, glistening under dusk’s falling light as he drifted his head between her legs.

Garrik buried his face in her. Licking up the pulsating desire pooling there. Every stroke of his tongue convinced her the stars themselves blessed not only his carved body with unbelievable strength and the envy of all magic but his mouth too. Because everything he did … was nothing short of perfect enchantment.

His tongue flicked over her swollen bundle of nerves, falling drunk at the taste of her if his moans gave any indication.

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