Page 155 of A Fate of Blood and Magic
When he reached our two front steps that led to our patio, he winced. I raised my brows in concern, but all he did was chuckle.
“I think I understand Hee-haw’s aversion to these steps,” he said.
Inside, Hee-haw greeted us with an annoyed snort before he turned back to the girls’ shared room, which was thankfully empty. Not that I didn’t want them around. I did, but tonight, I wanted to focus on Elias.
In our bedroom, he placed me on the bed with such delicacy that it stole my breath. I helped him remove my shirt, shivering when his fingers grazed my back to unlace my bra.
“Lie down.” His eyes roved over me, taking their fill.
I squirmed in anticipation. He touched his lips to that tender spot where my shoulder and neck met. My heart pounded so loud it was all I could hear while Elias’s mouth tilted at the corners.
His hand curved at the bottom of my neck, and then he trailed his hand across my collarbone. He teased the side of my breast, then moved slowly down my stomach, where he placed two gentle kisses. He took his time caressing the baby bump I’d started showing, whispering sweet words to our boys. With a devilish smile, he ran his lips down until he reached my hips.
Surprisingly deft fingers worked on the button of my jeans, and once he unfastened them, I lifted my hips so he could drag my pants down. He pressed long kisses over myunderwear, down to my heat, where he nipped at me through the thin fabric. He eased the slight sting with his mouth pressed against me and took in a deep inhale, nuzzling his nose against the wet slits and purring as he kissed me through my underwear again.
I needed him to take my underwear off, though. I needed to feel his fingers, his tongue.
“You smell . . . like sin,” he rumbled.
I opened my mouth to say his name, but nothing came out when he pulled my underwear to the side and slid two fingers inside me.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Already, so wet for me.”
He brought those two fingers to his mouth, and the sounds that escaped me were nothing short of feral.
“Guardians, I love that pretty pussy.”
It was the first time he’d spoken to me like that, and my core tightened at his words.
After taking off my underwear, I held my legs open for him, trembling as he lowered himself to me, his eyes so dark I was certain they rivaled even the darkest pit. His tongue slid across my inner thigh as he made his way to my pussy that he just called pretty.
“You are a marvel,” he said, his heated breath on my skin. “I’m in awe of your bravery.” A searing kiss that left me squirming for more. “The way you took command . . .” Another kiss had me reaching for him. “You saved us,mo elma.”
With his tongue, he parted me, and I whimpered when his tongue swept and flicked over my sensitive clit. Wanting more pressure, I pulled him closer to me, not feeling the least bit embarrassed when I started riding his face. The air betweenus thickened with desperate energy as he went down on me with an animalistic drive.
This time, when I wriggled, he held me in place.
“Don’t move.” His order came out deep and growly.
A throaty groan came from him as he licked and sucked, thrusting his tongue between my folds. Each caress sent me soaring higher and higher. Then he dragged his length over my leg, where I felt it caged behind the fabric of his leather pants. When he did it again, he groaned, his tongue and fingers torturing and pleasing me.
I panted, noting the way his cheeks flushed and his muscles tensed in anticipation.
The vibration of his purr spurred me even higher, and when his fingers rubbed against my clit, I shattered, screaming his name as if it were all I knew and all that mattered.
Goosebumps rose across my heated flesh, and I shivered, a sweet reminder that this man and this life were exactly what I wanted.
My hips twitched when he continued his onslaught, making my heart pound faster.
“Elias.” I tugged on the strands of his hair. “I can’t . . . no more.”
He didn’t immediately reply, and I thought my desperate whisper had been lost in the haze of our mounting need. Then his smile turned feral as he crawled to me, his glistening lips inches away from mine.
“Kiss me.”
I leaned up, my hands cradling his face as I crashed my mouth against his. He pulled away too quickly, and I inched up to claim his mouth again. He let me, but only for a few seconds.
He captured my bottom lip with two fingers when I grumbled in complaint.
