Page 45 of Elemental Affections

“Not desperate and hopeful?”

“Not anymore.”

He kissed her again. Slowly. Learned the shape of her with his mouth. Their very first kiss had been little more than a tease. The second—all of that night, really—in some ways he remembered it and in others he didn’t. Had been consumed with making the most of so finite an amount of time. High passion, somewhat hazy on the finer details. This time, he wouldn’t be rushed.

Ezzyn nibbled at her lower lip. Tasted the corners of her mouth with the tip of his tongue before delving inside. Let the kiss deepen, a soft groan stealing out when her tongue met his. She had the faint taste of berries from the potion and a sweetness that was all her own.

Anadae’s arms curled around his neck. She caught his tongue between her lips and gave a playful suck. Her legs parted, and she tugged gently at his head.

Without breaking their kiss, he settled himself between her thighs. Made her take some of his weight as his body pressed her into the bed, his hands still cupping her face. He tilted her head to a different angle so his mouth could slant over her, his tongue stroking a new path.

She hummed in pleasure, soft lips pressing and pulling against him. She was coy with her tongue, giving only short, teasing brushes before retreating. Inviting him in, in more ways than one. Her knees squeezed him, toes skimming over his calves. She didn’t quite squirm, but her movements had a restlessness that stoked a smug fire deep within him.

Ezzyn smiled into her kiss and ignored her suggestive motions. He deigned only to trail kisses down her neck, finally allowing himself to become a touch more aggressive. He caught her insistent, tugging hands, pinning them to the bed.

“Ez,” she murmured, breath catching as his tongue stroked a wet line along her throat.

He pressed his mouth to her pulse and sucked hard when she tried to speak again, making her moan instead.

“I’m going to savor every inch of you,” he told her between sucking bruises into her skin. He reclaimed her mouth before making his way down her throat again, going so low as to taste her breasts. He laved each nipple with his tongue until it firmed to a point. Shaped it even more with his lips, flicking first one and then the other rapidly in his mouth until she cried out.

“Ez-zyn.” She squeaked when he gave a light pinch with his teeth. “Enough teasing. I—”

He silenced her with his mouth. “I’msavoring.”

She nipped at his lip. “I want you. Now.”

His mouth hovered over her. “No.” Another kiss. “You have to be patient, Anadae.”

This time, she did squirm. Struggled against his restraining hands and the weight of his pelvis trapping her hips.

Ezzyn laced his fingers through hers, gave her hands a squeeze. Kept his mouth on her, swallowing down her indignant cries. He had not just one night to enjoy her. There would be more. As many nights as she would give him. Eager though his cock was, he could never have his fill of her. There was no such thing as enough. He didn’t have the words to explain this infatuation—couldn’t even begin to try, not when this was supposed to be easy, no expectations. If he couldn’t tell her with words how desired she was, how intent he was on luxuriating in their time together, then he would show her. Impress upon her that he would not rush. Not this time.

He stayed that way, making love to her mouth until she gave in. Instead of straining against his hands, her fingers clung to him. She kissed him back, whimpering into his mouth.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Ezzyn slipped a hand between her legs, stroking her already damp folds with one finger. He probed at her entrance and smirked when she tried to draw him inside.

“Indeed. Clearly, you didn’t enjoy yourself at all.” He let his finger breach her up to his first knuckle. “Maybe I need to prepare you better. You know, since I’m so big.”

Anadae scoffed. She planted a hand against his chest, pushed him back, and kept going until he was sitting up. She plucked at his smallclothes. “These. Off.”

He complied. “Demanding.”

“I’ve waited.” She straddled his lap. “I’ve been patient.” She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and wet her fingers, coaxing his hardening cock to full attention with just a few strokes.

Ezzyn sucked in a breath when she lined him up to her opening. His hands gripped her waist. “Easy there.”

“Ezzyn.” She brushed the hair back from his face, wrapping her fingers in it as she looked into his eyes. “It’s my turn. I want you. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to make me come.”

His mouth opened, words gathering as he inhaled. Not a protest but a reassurance. They weren’t bound by a few hours of one night.

She hushed him with a finger against his lips. “I want to know it’s you doing it this time. You. And that you want this with me.”

Emotion flared in his chest. A smug sense of pleasure that she desired him. The real him. And something more tender, too. An intimacy he couldn’t voice, for it was laden with expectations, hopes, that he already felt without any further examination. Feelings that had no place in this non-relationship.

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