Page 68 of Dark Shaman: The Lost Treasure
Instead, Elias entered her with agonizing slowness, as if she were breakable. The consideration might have been sweet if it weren't so unnecessary and she weren't so desperate, but therewas something oddly arousing about the careful control he exhibited.
He stretched her perfectly, the careful entry allowing her to enjoy every inch of him as he slowly claimed her. When he was finally seated fully inside her, she lifted her legs to wrap around his torso, using the leverage to pull him even deeper.
"Incredible," he breathed against her ear, his voice rough with the effort of maintaining control.
"So are you." She clenched around him experimentally, drawing another groan from him. "But I'm much tougher than I look, and you need to move."
Her words should have unleashed him, but instead, he kissed her again, pulling out a few inches before pressing back in with the same careful control.
The friction was delicious, but she needed more.
"That's so good," she encouraged, hoping he'd take the hint and increase his pace.
He thrust again, harder this time, but still controlled. Then he pulled almost all the way out before surging back in with enough force to make her gasp.
"Yes, just like that." She clutched his broad shoulders, her nails digging in as he finally, finally gave her what she craved.
What followed was a revelation.
She tried to meet his thrusts, to maintain the give-and-take that they had so far maintained, but he was much stronger than any of the human males she'd been with. Each powerful drive ofhis hips sent her higher, pushed her beyond thought into pure sensation.
For the first time in millennia, she couldn't match her partner's strength. All she could do was hold on and surrender to the storm he'd become.
Something about that should have bothered her, but there was also something liberating about being overwhelmed, about finding a lover whose passion could sweep her away so completely.
The last time she'd experienced anything approaching this was with the god Mortdh, but he hadn't been attentive or caring. Besides, that had been so long ago she didn't trust the memory.
On some level deeper than thought, Tamira recognized that there was something fundamentally different about Elias. It wasn't just his unexpected strength or his intuitive understanding of her needs, but something elusive and essential, a quality she couldn't define.
Whatever it was, she knew with bone-deep certainty that after experiencing this, she could never go back to the simple men who'd warmed her bed over the long centuries of her captivity.
"Look at me," Elias commanded softly, and she opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed.
His face above hers was intense with concentration and desire, but it was the emotion in his eyes that made her breath catch. He wasn't just taking his pleasure or even sharing it—he was worshipping her with his body, each thrust an offering, each groan a prayer.
"You are so breathtakingly beautiful," he murmured, never breaking eye contact as he moved within her. "So perfect. I could spend eternity learning you."
The words should have been throwaway compliments, the kind that men said in the heat of passion. But she recognized the sincerity of his voice that made the words feel like vows.
She was close again, the tension building with each perfect stroke. But more than physical release, she felt something deeper threatening to break free—walls she'd built over millennia beginning to crumble under his tender assault.
"Let go," he whispered, somehow sensing her internal struggle. "I've got you. Let go."
And with a trust that should have terrified her, she did.
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ELUHEED
The sight of Tamira coming apart beneath him was the most beautiful thing Eluheed had ever witnessed. Her face transformed with pleasure, eyes wide and unseeing, lips parted in a silent cry that seemed to come from her very soul. He felt her inner muscles clench around him in waves, each pulse threatening to trigger his own release.
But he held back through sheer force of will, wanting to watch her, to memorize every second of her abandon. The way her throat arched, the flush that spread across her golden skin, the tiny tremors that ran through her body.
He wanted to remember it all.
"That's it," he murmured against her ear, maintaining his rhythm even as his control frayed. "Let me feel all of you."
She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh, her nails raking down his back hard enough that he knew there would be marks. Regrettably, they wouldn't last, and she would wonder why.
