Page 98 of Kissing Potions and Elves
The initial discomfort fades into an intoxicating warmth, pleasure blooming deep within me as he rolls his hips against mine in slow, rhythmic thrusts, until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
Each stroke becomes longer and deeper as pleasure builds within, dragging me toward an edge I’ve never known.
I cling to him, breathless, moving instinctively to match his rhythm as everything around me fades until it is only him and the feel of his muscles beneath my hands and the heat radiating from his powerful form as he thrusts his hips into mine.
His gaze is full of desire and tenderness as he stares down at me.
When I run my fingers through his silken hair and trace over the delicate tips of his pointed ears, his eyes turn raven-black, and he growls low in his throat as he quickens his pace.
Every thrust becomes deeper and harder, and pleasure coils tightly within.
“Lyrion,” I moan, arching beneath him as sensation builds within me, blinding and intense. “Please.”
“Let go,” he breathes, his gaze locked onto mine as he claims me, body and soul. “I have you.”
I cry out his name as my release crashes through me. I dig my nails into his back as intense pleasure ripples through my body in delicious waves of sensation, sweeping me away into blissful oblivion.
Before I’m fully recovered, he wraps his arms around me, lifting me easily as he sits back on his heels. I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to his powerful form.
He bands one around my back, pulling me flush against him as he grips the back of my shoulder with his other hand, holding me in place as he thrusts up into me.
He seals his mouth over mine, and the world dissolves around us. My senses are overwhelmed as he devours me with his lips and his tongue, driving hisstavinto me over and over, claiming me with every powerful stroke.
“Isobel,” he groans against my mouth. “I’m going to—” His words cut off, his breathing ragged. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to knot you.”
I have no experience with any of this, and I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but whatever it is, I want everything with him. “I want you, Lyrion,” I breathe. “All of you.”
My words unleash something inside him. A deep growl vibrates his chest, and his pupils are blown wide so that only a thin rim of violet is barely visible around the edges as he pumps into me, his movements urgent and intense.
I hold tightly to him as the base of his length begins to swell inside me. It’s so tight, it’s almost to the point of pain, but not quite, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my channel. My breath stutters sharply, confusion mingling with pleasure.
“What—what is that?” I gasp breathlessly.
“It’s my knot,” he rasps. “Binding us together.”
A low moan rises in my throat as his stav expands even more, until he’s locked inside me. He rolls his hips, grinding deep, and I gasp as overwhelming sensations move through my core. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I cry out his name as my pleasure crests, and I climax again, this one even more powerful than the first.
My release triggers his own, his mouth claiming mine hungrily as we shatter together. Heat pulses within as he erupts deep inside, flooding my core with the delicious warmth of his seed. It feels as if it goes on forever as his knot remains locked in my channel.
Panting heavily, Lyrion drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling before he kisses me reverently and then lays us both on our sides, still knotted deep within.
“How long will we stay like this?” I whisper.
He brushes a tender kiss against my forehead. “I can make my knot subside and pull away if you wish.”
“No,” I tighten my arms around him. “Not yet. I like being connected to you like this.”
His eyes darken, and I feel him pulse inside me again, another wave of his release flooding warmly within.
I gasp as it stirs a gentle climax rippling through me, not anywhere near as powerful as before, but still pleasurable.
He kisses me long and deep as he moves his hips against mine. His eyes are full of desire as he rolls me onto my back once more.
“I want you again, Isobel,” he murmurs against my lips. “Will you take me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Always.”
CHAPTER 53
