Page 94 of Stars in Mist

He leaned over to kiss her. ‘That you kept it warms my spirit. Here and now, I promise to adore you for the rest of our lives, just like you’ve cherished my token of love to you next to your heart.’

He placed a hand next to her temple, where her eye patch sat, and gave her a gentle look. ‘I want to see all of you, Élisa.’

She swallowed, then nodded, lifting a hand to lift the chrome patch away.

Underneath, her milky blind globe shifted under a beguiling eyelid.

She gave him a sad smile that widened to sheer beauty when he whispered, ‘Still so beautiful,malaíka.’

ÉLISA

‘Still so magnificent, my silver prince.’

Élisa’s hand sank into Riv’s burnished locks. She stroked his majestic head, turning her attention to his face, strong brow, chiseled cheeks and jaw, and beard down to his back.

As she did, she lost herself in the wonder of how his body had altered over the years, how thicker and more muscular its contours were, how his skin felt against hers, the hair of his brawny limbs rubbing against her smoothness.

This was no youthful lad flush with first love.

From his firm shoulders to bulging arms, hard chest, well-defined abs, and robust shanks, he was more man than any woman desired or deserved.

Her mouth panted, and her eyes widened as his torso flexed and bunched before her.

She was imbued with aching need and yearning she had to share. ‘Riv Sable, you are veryfokkin’ desirable and worth the wait. I couldn’t stomach being with anyone else, not even Ribau.’

He pulled back with a half smile, the one she’d never forgotten, which made his silver eyes light up and the cleft on his chin deepen. ‘For that, too, I am grateful. I waited, too, Élisa. I never strayed, not once. My heart was and still is promised to you.’

As her eyes teared up, he kissed her again, and they rolled over as the bedclothes were tossed aside.

She lay on her back and gazed at him, looming over her.

He began to stroke her naked, lithe body, her legs, her thighs, and her belly. ‘Hell, woman, I missed you.’

‘I yearned for you too, my love.’ Élisa breathed, reaching to clutch him by his muscled back as their lips met again.

He twisted onto his back and took her with him, his arms running up and down her litheness.

‘My turn.’ Straddling him, she climbed on top of him and kissed his chest, his nipples, his neck.

She moved her head lower to his belly, his erection growing as her tongue licked his jutting, throbbing length.

He jerked his hips and groaned as she sucked, licked and venerated his steel-hard cock, which thickened even more.

When he couldn’t take any more and was twitching in her mouth, he pulled her away. ‘Woman, I’m about to blow if you keep going this way.’

‘What are you going to do about it?’ she teased.

His eyes smoldered and narrowed at the challenge. With a quick move, he knifed up and flipped her over.

He moved to the pebbled nubs of her nipples, sucking at them with abandon. At the same time, running his fingers over and inside of her slit until she could take no more.

Delirious with need, she hardly took note when he slid low so that her knees were on either side of his head.

With a smile, she shut her eyes and widened her thighs with a sigh, letting him in.

‘Riv!’ Her moan was like fuel to him as his wet tongue probed and worked her moist pussy.

Writhing, she drove her hips up, seeking more pleasure, chasing the high only he could give her.

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