Page 48 of Path of the Dark
His face went taut, his eyes smoldering. Something feral moved in their depths, and excitement surged within Ryana in response. She couldn’t believe she’d spoken so boldly. Yet it was the truth. She wanted his hot mouth on every inch of her body.
Elias muttered a soft curse and lowered his head to her neck, his tongue tracing the spot where he’d bitten her. Ryana shivered with need at his touch, and when his mouth traveled down to her cleavage, she whimpered.
Her breasts were swollen and overly sensitive. They ached for his touch, and she arched up toward him. Dragging her fingers through his short dark hair, she urged him on.
Elias’s mouth fastened upon a nipple, suckling hard as she writhed and groaned under him. He then released the nipple, taking its twin in his mouth and drawing it deep. Pleasure pulsed through Ryana, radiating out from his gorgeous, wicked mouth.
“More,” she gasped. “Please.”
Elias released her breast and straightened up, giving Ryana a slow, penetrating look that made heat pulse between her thighs. He then reached down and started to unlace her leggings. “Aye,” he growled. “I’m going to give you more.”
The promise made Ryana tremble. Wordlessly, they rid themselves of the rest of their clothes. Naked, they faced each other, their bodies almost touching.
Elias’s brow furrowed as he looked upon her, his gaze stopping upon the bruising to Ryana’s hip. “I didn’t do that too, did I?”
Ryana huffed. “No … that’s the result of a duel with Ninia.”
Still leaning against the wall, Ryana let her gaze travel down the length of him. Broad-shouldered and strong, he had a battle-honed warrior’s body that bore numerous scars. The barely contained power of him made her body hum with need, and when her gaze drifted lower still to where his shaft strained toward her, Ryana stopped breathing.
She reached down, her fingers tracing its solid curve: so hard, so powerful. Ryana sighed, wrapping her fingers around the thick girth.
Elias gasped in response, and a thrill of power went through Ryana.
Elias sank to his knees before her, his hot mouth tracing a path down her belly to the triangle of dark-blonde hair between her thighs. When he parted her legs, she inhaled sharply, a keening sound escaping when his mouth found the most sensitive part of her.
She arched back against the wall and closed her eyes, giving herself to him. Her body turned liquid. She was dimly aware of her cries filling the room, yet she didn’t care.
Eventually, when Elias rose to his feet once more, she was a shaking, panting wreck. Opening her eyes, Ryana saw that his skin had pulled tight across his cheekbones. He was staring down at her, chest rising and falling sharply as if he’d been running, his eyes black with lust.
Elias moved then, hooking a hand under her right knee and lifting her leg high, as he had that night on the street. But now there was no clothing to separate them, nothing preventing him from doing what they’d both longed for.
He thrust into her, seating himself to the root in one movement.
Ryana cried out. It was a shock. He was big, and she hadn’t been with a man in a long while. The feel of him filling her caused a throbbing ache deep inside her that bordered on pain.
Ryana’s eyes fluttered closed, and she swallowed hard.
“Ryana,” he rasped. “Have I hurt you?”
“No,” she managed. “It’s just … unexpected. I’m … I’m fine.” She could barely answer him, could barely think straight. Drawing in a slow, trembling breath, she wrapped the leg he held around his waist, drawing him closer still, and then she gently moved her hips, rotating them against him.
Pleasure rippled through her lower belly, a deep hot pulse that made her moan.
Gripping her hips, Elias pressed himself up against her, his mouth claiming hers once more. His kisses were deep and sensual now, his tongue slowly sliding into her, mimicking the movement of his hips, and he ground against her.
Ryana melted against the wall, wrapping her arms around his broad back. She felt boneless, weightless. Any discomfort she’d felt when he’d first entered her had gone now, replaced by a feeling of aching fullness and shivers of pleasure that built with each move of his hips.
The feel of him inside her drove her quickly to the edge. Her body began to shudder, as he brought her to her peak, and she moaned into his mouth, giving herself up to it.
Elias pulled back, breathing hard, withdrawing from her.
Disappointed, Ryana grasped for him. “No … not yet.”
“Don’t worry,” he replied with a sensual smile that caused her heart to race wildly. “I’m not done with you.”
With that, he turned Ryana round, spread her legs, and slid into her from behind.
Groaning, Ryana leaned back against Elias, letting him take her weight as his hands slid round to cup her breasts. Then, one hand slid lower, caressing her belly before coming to rest between her thighs. He stroked her there while he continued to move inside her.
