Page 56 of Morning's Light

A wolfish grin and beckoning finger drew him forward again. Where she touched him, he burned. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pressed his cock against her waiting heat.

She placed one arm around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him again. Elon considered himself quite adept at multitasking. One hand worked her breasts while the other traveled south, rubbing lightly against her.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his breathing ragged.

He felt her nod against him as he maneuvered to plunge a finger into her moist heat. Aisanna cried out again at the sudden intrusion, her lady parts clenching and her gasp transitioning to aroused pants. Her wetness drew him on, fingers sliding in and out with ease. She moved in time with the motion.

His hands became rougher on her, the monster inside him impatient to have her. Her hands were still on him and driving him mad. He kissed her almost savagely while his tongue thrust into her mouth.

She broke away from him for a moment; her skin was red, chafed from the harsh ministrations of his lips and facial hair. Her eyes were wild and her hair mussed around her beautiful face like an auburn cloud. She grinned again, biting her lower lip with her teeth. She took his throbbing penis in hand, guiding it against her.

“Now,” she repeated. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. “Please, please.”

Elon spread her legs apart. With a snarl, he cupped her rear to raise her up. She offered him no resistance, pressing her half-naked breasts into his chest and begging him to touch her. All coherent thought left his head. He held back a moment to appreciate the masterpiece he beheld. His head spun like he’d gotten on a lunatic’s carousel ride.

Aisanna opened for him and he plunged. He let his body take over, his mind fly free, and then there was nothing but the relentless need to become one with her.

She could have been made of marble, the way her unblemished porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight. Aisanna was a woman who should always be seen in moonlight, the silvery incandescence shining against her until she appeared to glow.

Then he took her in his arms and pulled her up. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around him and hold on. She was hot, tighter than he’d expected. Her sheath squeezed around him and slowly expanded to accommodate his girth. Her back arched and she cried out at the unexpected size of him, stretching like a bow beneath his hands.

Elon used his strength to his advantage, holding her in his arms for leverage as he plunged. His hips thrust forward until he hit her limit.

She whimpered against him, her mouth close to his ear, and cried out in triumph at the climax ripping through her unexpectedly. It made the moment sweeter.

He couldn’t think, couldn’t form words to describe his lust, his desire for her. Or how deliciously wicked she was. He gave himself over to the primitive beast within men. She was his mate, his lover.

His.

Their bodies moved together in a primal dance as old as time. If she pulled back a little, if her eyes held the hint of tears, he did not notice. They made love until sweat slicked their skin and breathing became labored. Until Elon felt something tightening inside of him.

Aisanna squirmed against him and met him thrust for thrust. He fisted one hand in her hair, tugging so he had access to her neck.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she ground out, timed to each thrust.

Elon couldn’t contain himself a moment longer. The feel of her was too much. He took them both higher, close to the edge, bending his head to lap at her nipple. His hands touched her possessively.

She clung to him, unwilling to stop, throwing her head back. Her hair flowed around them. The silken strands brushed at his bare skin, sensations already heightened.

“Just do it,” she told him.

“Are you sure?”

“I said do it! I’m a witch and can hex you, remember? Are you really going to argue?”

So Elon allowed himself to go over the edge, bucking wildly. His body spasmed.

She held him while he orgasmed. His fingers bit into her thighs, her hips, scoring her to the bone and leaving tender circles in their wake. They both breathed heavily, leaning against each other until their sweat mingled, their hearts slowed to tick in unison.

Then they fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Replete.

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