Page 50 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
It’s all happening too fast. We just met, in a dungeon of all places. Another stroke of his tongue against mine decimates every clear thought in my head. My hand tangles in his hair, desperate for more of him.
I listen to the little shudder in his breath as we part, his hands trembling with need. They move from my waist to my thigh, cupping my backside to lift me. I wrap my legs around his middle.
This moment is perfect. It’s probably the brain injury speaking but nothing has ever felt so right.
Svenn carries me to the flat stone slab, laying me gently. He gives me a soft, slow kiss as he drapes himself over my body, his weight pressing down on me on the granite stone.
I move from his mouth to press frantic kisses on the underside of his jaw. This man has stoked a fire that I didn’tknow existed in my heart. I feel the evidence of his raging desire through the thin fabric of my cloak. The anticipation for what’s coming is almost too overwhelming.
“Tell me what you like, Svenn.” I trace the muscles of his chest with my fingers, loving the way he quivers beneath my touch. A feral growl escapes his throat at my teasing. This is my revenge for what he did to my ear.
“Now we’re even.” I smile, but it quickly fades as I look at him.
There is something primal about his looks as he gazes down upon me. I should be the one with the upper hand here, but right now I feel like a rabbit caught in the claws of a hungry beast. I must be a prey with a death wish as I toss away the armor off my body.
My blood hums with desire when his hand slips underneath my blazer to cup my breast, teasing the already hardened nipple between his fingers. A breathy moan escapes my lips, and he relishes at the sound. I don’t really understand it, but every part of my body feels oddly sensitive. His mouth finds its way to the hollow of my throat. I feel the gentle scrape of his teeth on my skin, sending delicious tingles all over my body.
His hips move in between my legs, rocking back and forth as he kisses me. I’m strung tight, squirming beneath him as the pleasure intensifies. I can’t help but grind my hips shamelessly against him to ease the building ache. His responding grunt sets my toes curling.
“Rhianelle,” he utters my name like the most reverent prayer to a goddess. I feel so wanted and beautiful right now that I almost cry. This man is worshipping my body on a literal altar. His movement paces faster and he suddenly grips my waist, pressing his massive erection directly against my core. Heat rushes into my veins, spiraling into an inferno. I let my head fall back as pleasure contorts through my body, clenching andseizing every muscle. My eyes shutter as I lose myself to the sensation.
That was too quick.
It’s almost embarrassing how he makes me come so effortlessly. Svenn pulls back a little, a corner of his lips tugging into a smirk.
But this is not nearly enough.
“I want more,” I say, nuzzling his neck.
It’s greedy but I want all of him. I want all these layers between us gone. I want him so badly, I’m feral for it. He whispers something in my ear, his voice guttural and urgent with need. There’s something akin to desperation in his eyes.
Whatever he’s asking, my answer is yes. I drag my hands down his powerful, muscled back, gripping him like a coveted treasure. This man is going to drive me wild.
A tumultuous roar shatters through the silence of the night. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach.
The Ashmedai is here.
Chapter 12 Rhianelle
Tendrils of fear wrap around my throat over the rustling in the distant trees. I disentangle myself from Svenn’s embrace and rise to my feet. My pulse pounds an insane beat as the Ashmedai grows closer with each passing second. I have welcomed death every single night in my nightmares, but it still terrifies me knowing that I might actually meet my end tonight. There will be no revenge for Aerin, no saving Blaire, no running towards the sunset with Svenn.
Did I want that kind of future with him?
I look at his rough, handsome face. It’s a silly, impossible dream but of course I do.
“You have to hide,” I urge, pushing him to crouch under the stone slab. “Quickly now.”
He doesn’t get it.
Svenn tugs my hand, trying to reel me back into his arms. He is not aware of the imminent danger we’re facing. I envy his ignorance for a moment.
“I wish we had more time.” I plant my forehead against his, memorizing every line of his features, the warmth of his skin.
Confusion colors his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Stay here. I promise I’ll come back for you.” I press my lips against his, kissing him long and hard until I run out of breath.
“Please, don’t follow me.” I motion with my hand for him to remain where he is.
