Page 22 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
His touch feels like it’s too much and not enough at the same time. If only I can make him feel the same way. I grind my hips against his rigid form. A grunt spills from his throat, his body going stiff and hard against mine.
“Naughty, little thief,”he whispers against my delicate ear.
“Not a thief,” I throw back.
I don’t even know what I took from him, but if this is the punishment, I’m going to steal everything he has. His hand trails down to lift the hem of my dress. Cold air slaps against my bare skin, but my shiver has nothing to do with it. He runs his fingers on the inside of my thigh, his thumb hovering over the pulsing spot that aches. The heat from the touch knocks the air out of my lungs. My entire body goes rigid as pleasure builds inside of me. I lean against him, feeling his heart beating against my back.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,”he rasps.“You’re in control.”
He’s not lying. The grip he has over my breast is loose and his other hand merely explores me unhurriedly. This is a chance for me to get away…
Instead of running for my life, I stay on his lap. My decision baffles me for a moment. He must recognize my submission when he gives my quivering thigh a gentle squeeze. I keep myself still, trying to avoid a reaction. All I really want to do is melt into him.
“You’ve gone quiet now.”A dark, low laughter escapes him, his hot breath drawing shivers on my skin.“Remember that you started this.”
I bite back a whimper when he teases my clit in rough, lazy circles. His movements are precise, as if he knows the exact rhythm to please me. Release gathers through my body like a dam about to break. His finger dips into the pool of moisture between my thighs and I let out a squeal.
“That’s a nice sound.”He chuckles softly.“Let me hear it again.”
He eases another finger inside of me and begins thrusting. Fire ignites in my belly, spreading down to my toes.
The feel of his rough hand over my breast, the delicious strokes of his fingers, and the pad of his thumb over my core are too much for me to handle. His fingers curl over a sweet, deep spot and my muscles clench around him. The release hits me quick and hard with the overload of sensations. It sends me soaring and I almost fall right off from him. A cloud of haze descends over me as I shudder, letting the pleasure take hold of me.
“That’s it. Such a good girl,”he praises, kissing my temple. The deep rumble in his tone is so intoxicating that it adds to my thrill. “But I know you can do better. Look at me this time.”
I shake my head with defiance over his dark demand. A wicked smile curves his lips at my response. I’m still gasping for air when he repeats the same expert movement. The need forms a knot inside of me, reaching an excruciating point. I shut my eyes, bracing myself as every nerve ending in my body lights up like fireflies.
This time, his thrusts cease halfway, avoiding where I want him most. He keeps sending me close to the edge, but the relief does not arrive. By the third time he does that, I can’t stand the sweet torment any longer and my hips begin chasing for histouch. I nudge his hand deeper before the anticipation kills me. He chuckles quietly to himself, but he doesn’t give me more.
I realize he’s doing this on purpose. This is too cruel. I open my eyes to glare at the stranger, but it only seems to amuse him. “You’re a monster.”
“Maybe. But I’m yours, little fawn,”he whispers, the heat in his voice ripples through the cold air, warming me.“You just have to tell me what you want.”
My core throbs, craving whatever he gave me earlier. I feel like I might cry if he refuses me in the midst of this high. No, I think I may die.
“Please, touch me more,” I whimper, begging for sweet release. His pace quickens and I close my eyes, slumping my back against him. I’m at the mercy of his hand now. Each thrust sends a wave of heat cascading through my body.
My nails claw into his arm with a desperation I’ve never felt before. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“I won’t,”he vows.“There’s no one here but us. Go on.”
He drives harder into me until I’m bucking against his hand. I’m moaning uncontrollably as my head spins into oblivion.
“Come for me,”he says, nipping the crest of my ear, and I know I am done for. Sparks of pleasure shoot through my spine like a bolt of lightning. My cries of delight fill the night shamelessly as I shatter into a thousand pieces. I ride out the orgasm until I am utterly spent, my hands falling limp at my sides.
“There we go,”he praises with a groan of approval. His fingers slowly ease from me, allowing me to come down from my high. I open my eyes to find him staring at me.
A heavy look of satisfaction fills his gaze from watching me fall apart. He licks my arousal from his fingers like it’s some kind of reward.
I can barely summon enough breath to ask him, “What did I steal from you?”
“A kiss.”
If I was not so addled with the pleasure coursing through my veins, I would’ve rolled my eyes.
Fair enough.
I lift my head so he can claim it back. He cups my face and crushes his mouth against mine. An exquisite rush of sensation goes through me when his tongue tangles with mine in punishing strokes. This man doesn’t kiss, he conquers. I completely surrender myself to him.
