Page 138 of Rogue Elves of Ardani

“Are you sure?”

“I said it’s fine,” he grunted.

She listened at the edges of his mind. His fear annoyed him. He wanted to overcome it. He wanted her to continue.

She could see that he was beginning to understand that there were advantages to being with an Ashara that went beyond good orgasms. She would always know exactly what her partner wanted. She would never accidentally go too far.

“Keep going?” he asked again, more calmly.

Crow took him in hand again.

It was so easy to find the motions that drove him crazy, to bring him close to finishing before backing off again, over and over. To her surprise, he had closed his eye again and kept his hands obediently at his sides, though his fingers continually flexed with impatience.

He was enjoying it. The relinquishing of control. The ability to lack caution in this protected space. As she’d hoped he would.

His pleasure made her a little giddy. It was the same sense of accomplishment she got when she coaxed a standoffish house cat to allow her pet it.

“Let me touch you,” Vaara said finally.

“If you ask nicely.”

“Please.”

She guided his hand between her legs, where his fingers began stroking her. She squeezed her eyes shut at that first stroke, her hands freezing on him. It took her a few seconds to remember to keep touching him.

“More,” she murmured, and his fingers eagerly slipped inside her. She bit her tongue. With the help of the empathic link echoing her arousal back to her several times over, it didn’t take long to bring her close to the edge.

She pushed his hand away and hurriedly climbed atop him. She let the tip of his cock graze her entrance. His discomfort at the pressing weight of her body was overpowered by his lust.

“Do it,” he said quietly.

Crow smiled and waited, rubbing herself against the tip of him.

“Crow.”

She grinned. He still wasn’t looking at her. The pained, breathless look on his face was lovely.

As warmth built and began to overflow in her belly, she felt his mind racing with anxiety and desire. She felt him struggling with the need to escape, the need to overpower and subdue her, the need to not lose control.

With each graze of her against his skin, she felt him fight and win the battle with himself. She felt him give in to his hunger and relax into her touch.

The process made her unexpectedly emotional. She could not help but wonder how many people he would have trusted this way.

He had chosen her to tackle this demon with him because he loved her. She’d seen it in his mind, even if he hadn’t been brave enough to say it.

And she loved him.

“You’re beautiful when you’re in ecstasy,” she said.

“I’m not in ecstasy yet, you tease, but I would like to be, if you’d hurry up.”

“Remember what I said about being nice?”

He opened his eye to glare at her. Unable to hold off any longer, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back so that he could drive into her. Crow gasped, wrapping her legs around him as his weight and warmth crushed into her.

“Vaara—” she gasped, and was unable to say more.

“Crow,” he replied breathlessly, his voice rumbling against her ear, and she climaxed with him. Her skin burned in all the places they touched—her palms, fingertips, heels, breasts. She was awash with him, unable to think or feel anything else.

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