Page 54 of Kissing Potions and Elves
Sighing, I turn onto my side and hug my pillow, wishing he was somehow here beside me.
I know it’s foolish to wish for such things. There are at least a dozen reasons why a relationship would never work between us. Besides that, why would he ever want someone like me? He’sa High Elf and I’m human. He’s so intelligent, whereas I’m just barely learning to read and write. He’s nobility and I’m… not.
Closing my eyes, I try to relax, hoping I’ll drift away into sleep.
Suddenly, a soft warmth brushes against my cheek, and I turn my head, startled to find Lyrion sitting beside me, bathed in silver moonlight.
My heart skips as I sit up in bed. “Lyrion, what are you doing here?”
He’s dressed in his soft-knit pants, his torso completely bare. My mouth goes dry as my gaze travels over the hard planes of muscle that line his abdomen and chest.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs.
“I… couldn’t either,” I admit, blinking in confusion. This isn’t like him to just come into my room, much less sit on the edge of my mattress. “Are you feeling alright? Do you have a headache?”
His intense gaze holds mine, full of desire and hunger as he leans in and traces the tips of his fingers across my lips. “I need—” He swallows hard. “I—”
“I know,” I whisper. Feeling bold, I brush my mouth to his. “Is this what you meant?”
He cups my face as he deepens our kiss. Anticipation coils tight and hot within as he trails his hand down my neck to my collarbone.
“Isobel,” he whispers, voice husky as he slides the thin strap of my nightshift off my shoulder and then gently guides me to lie back on the bed.
His mouth descends slowly, brushing featherlight kisses across my jaw, down my neck. I arch instinctively toward him, desperate for more of his warmth, his touch. My pulse races as every gentle caress sends sparks of pleasure skittering along my sensitive skin.
His lips claim mine, hot and possessive, with an intense hunger I feel deep within.
My heart pounds wildly, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. He deepens our kiss, his tongue curling around mine as his hands roam my body, exploring each curve as though to memorize me with his touch.
I know we should probably stop, but this feels too good, and I can’t make myself push him away.
Desire floods through me, pooling between my thighs as his hand slides lower, fingertips brushing along my hip, pushing up the silk fabric of my nightshift.
His thumb strokes slow circles against my bare thigh, inching higher and higher with deliberate intent. “I’ve dreamt of touching you like this,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with need. “Of feeling you come apart beneath my hands.”
My breath quickens as his lips trail fiery kisses down my throat again and his fingers push aside the scrap of silk that covers my most sensitive place, exposing me to his careful touch. I gasp as he glides his fingers through my already slick folds.
“Lyrion, please,” I plead, and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. I only know that I need more.
His thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I nearly come undone at the first deliberate stroke. Pleasure blooms within, sharp and sweet, sending heat racing through my veins.
“You’re perfect, Isobel,” he murmurs against my skin. “And all mine.”
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into the firm muscle as he continues his slow, torturous rhythm, each stroke of his fingers drawing me closer to the edge.
His intense gaze holds my own as pleasure coils deep within.
“Lyrion.” A soft moan escapes me as he slips the tip of one finger into my channel.
My every muscle goes tense a moment before the world dissolves around me, and I cry out his name as I shatter in his arms.
My eyes flutter open, and I gaze around the room in confusion as my heart beats wildly in my chest. I’m alone, tangled in my sheets, breathless and panting heavily.
Disappointment fills me as I realize it was all just a dream. Every detail felt so impossibly vivid. The overwhelming sensations lingering so strongly I can still feel the ghost of his touch.
I press a trembling hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing.
CHAPTER 27
