Page 181 of Upon Buried Embers
“Say it,” he demands, bringing his palms up to cup my face. “Say. It.”
I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them again.
“I want you.”
I barely get the words out before his lips crash against mine.
Forty two
Elf
His lips are warm as he devours me. I have no idea what I’m doing, never having been kissed before, but he guides me with his mouth, his tongue pressing against mine. I moan at the feel of him in this new way.
He rumbles, his fingers pressing into the back of my head as he groans like he’s been starving. I whimper and it spurs him on, grabbing me and hauling me up into his body.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel his cock, hard and waiting and I’m not scared.
I justwant.
For the first time… I want, and I’m not afraid.
“Fuck, Little Whisperer,” he mumbles and takes my lips again. I’m just as eager as he carries me toward the bed.
He lays me down, hovering above me, my hands remaining on his shoulders.
His pupils are wide, that purple so bright and his chest heaves as he lowers himself over me, holding himself up by his hands.
“You’re shaking,” I say breathlessly.
“I’m trying not to hurt you,” he grits out. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
“You have never hurt me, Rohan, you won’t now. I’m not scared.”
“Fuck.” He looks down between our bodies where his tunic that I’m wearing has ridden up to the tops of my thighs.
He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s in pain.
I admire him. The strong set of shoulders, his hard chest, his abdominal muscles and the trail of hair leading down to his very hard, and very large cock. His strong thighs.
I’ve never laid eyes upon something so beautiful. So strong.
Yet with me, he’s so gentle.
“Rohan.” There must be something in my tone, almost needy and his eyes snap to me.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he rasps, nostrils flaring. “I will—”
I pull him down and kiss him, wiggling beneath him.
There’s a fire in my stomach that only he can feed. Pleasure just out of reach, but easy to grab if he just gives it to me.
“Elf.”
“Please, Rohan,” I moan, squeezing him with my thighs. “I ache.” The heat from him is addictive, and I want more.
“You ache?”
“Yes?”
