Page 71 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
“I’m sorry I failed to catch your name,” I burst out because I’m getting nervous.
“It’s fine. I like Svenn,” he mutters darkly. “Now, scream it when you come for me.”
The building ache inside of me peaks to a crescendo the moment he dips his head in between my thighs. I gasp loudly as he devours me, one tortuous lick after another. My head falls back, hitting the mattress. An incredible rush of pleasure courses through me in pulsing waves. This is different from anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I’m squirming against the sheets, trying to crawl away from him. He grips my hips in place with his hands, keeping me close to his face.
“Svenn!” I cry in a breathy whimper.
A smile tugs at his lips as our eyes meet from between my thighs. I see the fire burning in them. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Svenn continues to feast on me like it’s not for my own pleasure but his.
I surrender to his relentless onslaught, burying my fingers in his hair.
The sensation is so exquisite, it’s almost too much. I am still gasping, trying to control my breathing when he latches his mouth straight to my core, sucking hard. The graze of his teeth over my clit has my body levitating right off the bed. I’m certain part of my soul actually left me and ascended to heaven. I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure floods through every inch of my body.
His fingers start teasing me and I lose all sense of who I am. I think I might have been weeping when he finally kisses his way back up to me, his lips leaving shivers in their wake.
“Please,” I say with stuttering breaths, fighting the little tremors working through my body. “I need you now.”
He makes quick work of the black breeches, casting them aside. My mouth goes dry as I take in the sight of him. Kheirall and Ragnar had been impressive, but Svenn is downright massive. I pretend not to be intimidated by the imposing thickness and length of him. He drapes his body over mine, his hips settling between my thighs.
“Tell me again that you want this,” he says, reading the lines in my face. It’s actually sweet that he asked me again after he blew my mind with his fingers and tongue.
“I want this,” I say without a hint of doubt.
Perhaps that sounded too eager because a low chuckle vibrates through him. His enchanting eyes never leave mine as he eases himself slowly into me, inch by inch. A sudden flutter of sensation goes through me, and I bite back a whimper. I can barely draw air into my lungs. Shivers and tremors greet my body over each shallow thrust. He leans down to claim my lips. It’s barely enough to distract me from the building ache throbbing down below.
“You’re doing great,” he mutters in the dimness.
“I am?” I hardly recognize the sound of my own voice.
I like that he kisses me every time he plunges deeper to calm me down. His tongue slides into my mouth, dueling with mine. He tastes like fire, steel, and the night itself.
“Breathe, Rhianelle,” he whispers against my mouth. “Let me in. Just a little further.”
There’s more? A gush of heat fills me at the mere thought. With one long thrust, he is deeply seated inside me. I gasp for breath at the overwhelming fullness. My body suddenly feels weightless like a butterfly. I throw my hands to his back instinctively as the pleasure slams into my body, lighting up every nerve. His mouth captures mine, swallowing my cries.I can’t stop my legs from twitching at the sudden waves of sensations.
His lips brush my ear. “That’s it. Such a good girl.”
I might start coming again with his praises alone. My thighs tighten hard around him.
A low groan escapes from his throat through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
The muscle of his jaw twitches with the effort to hold himself back. A wave of pride settles in my heart knowing I have this effect on him.
“I’m ready,” I tell him because I know he needs to hear that. I make sure to look into his eyes as I say it. Pure wildfire blazes in his returning gaze.
When he starts moving against me, everything else in the world drowns out. I forget about the threat. I forget about the bond. I forget my own name. I don’t want to think about anything else except the delicious stretch as he takes me. My hips rise on their own, meeting his thrust. I arch my back to take him deeper.
“Damn it,” he grunts through clenched teeth.
Whatever control he had left finally snaps. His thrusts grow harder and faster. So much for him holding back. I’m still sensitive from earlier and the release comes fast and fierce this time. It slams into me like a tidal wave, wrecking everything in its wake. I know when I piece myself together, I will no longer be the same person.
His body tenses on top of mine until he groans with one final powerful stroke. The bellowing roar of his rapture shatters the calmness of the tent. He doesn’t pull away until the last waves of my bliss fade. I stare at the heavens in a daze.
“Nel? Are you with me?” His chest is still heaving in ragged gasps.
I’m a shaking mess, unable to form words from the pleasure ricocheting through my body. It all feels so intense; I need a little time to recover. I curl closer to him, not quite ready to move. He holds me in his arms as small shudders of my release go through me.
