Page 78 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
I gaze up at her breasts, heaving with every breath she takes. My hands slide over the hanging offerings, palming them with a firm squeeze, rubbing the tight buds between my fingers.
“Svenn!” She lets out a sharp gasp over the tease. A gush of moisture erupts from her core. I pull her down to claim her lips, but she gently places my hands down.
“Nuh-uh. You’ve had your way with me. I came so many times,” she protests, shaking her head. “It’s my turn now.”
That lovely mouth shouldn’t be allowed to say things like that. But she can take whatever she wants from me.
“Of course. Help yourself.” I lean back, hands behind my head.
It’s a sight watching her trying to wrangle my hardening cock. There’s a momentary look of uncertainty when she can’t get her hand fully around the girth. The expression is quicklyreplaced by one of sheer confidence and determination. I plant a palm on my forehead, trying hard not to laugh.
She really is an oddball.
But her sweet and innocent touch is enough to make me lose my fucking mind. She lays her hand on my abdomen as an anchor, the other guiding my cock where she wants it. The moment she lowers herself slowly over the full length of me—
Holy hell.
It feels so damn good to be inside her I could combust at any minute. A little tremor goes through her at the stretch, and she bites her bottom lip. She bends forward a little to adjust herself, and I can’t help myself as I grab her face, devouring her mouth with a hard kiss. Our tongues tangle in a fury of passion. She breaks away to sit up straight again.
“Are you with me, Svenn?” she teases.
A strangled sort of laugh leaves me.
Without breaking our gaze, she grinds against my hips. I let out a deep groan, delighting in the way she moves against me. She rises halfway over the shaft and slides down again. If I could die, this girl will be the fucking death of me. Our bodies become one as we collide, moving in perfect rhythm as if we’ve done this a thousand times before.
She is a vision to watch in her throes of passion, the gasps, the soft trembles and moans. It’s her turn to play, but I can’t bear the thought of not touching her. I cup her breast, rising up to suck her pebbled nipple between my lips. I’m immediately rewarded with a sweet moan and an uncontrollable shiver from her.
“That’s not fair,” she says with a hitch in her breath. Her small hand pushes against my chest, pinning me down to the bed again.
Surrender has never been part of me, but I let her take the lead. The feel of her hips undulating on top of me brings me tolife, stirring things I never knew existed inside of me. I’m trying my fucking hardest to make this last. Rhianelle has other ideas as she picks up her speed. This time she rises just up to the tip before slamming back down again.
“Fuck,” I choke out.
My hips involuntarily jerk upwards to meet her. The sudden movement causing the muscles in her legs to tense and I feel her tightening around me. Her heady moan filters through the air as she takes her pleasure from my body. I nearly lose it seeing her eyes rolling up, her head tilting back with euphoria. Rhianelle is so fucking stunning as she unfolds.
She collapses on top of my chest, her body trembling wildly. My hand threads her glorious silver hair to cup her head, the other finding its way to her hip. I don’t wait for her to catch her breath. I thrust upwards like a fiend, pounding into her fast and deep. Desire and lust have consumed me as I fill her again and again. I feel the tensing coil as she comes a second time. My own groan of pleasure completely drowns hers.
We bask in each other’s presence for a stretch of eternity, breathing as one. I hold her tightly in my arms, stroking her back. She’s trembling so much that a light fear dips in my heart. It eases the moment her lips tug with a small smile.
“You’re mean,” she murmurs against my skin.
“But you like that, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yeah…way too much...” she trails off.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter against her ear. Goosebumps erupt on her skin over the sound. She rests her head on my chest again, and I relish the feel of her weight on me. A strange feeling accosts my heart at the perfection of this moment, of us together. It follows with an unwelcome thought of being apart from her.
When dawn arrives, Rhianelle will go away from this godsforsaken place. In a few days, she will have forgotten me and in a few years, she will likely marry someone else. She willhave a real husband, one who is not a monster, one who is not bound by a curse. The very thought of her with another male unlocks a new level of pain in me. It’s worse than being impaled by a burning spear.
The mounting need to have her rises once again. I flip her to the bed. A small cry of surprise leaves her at the quick movement. I’m breathing heavily as I hover over her; a wolf pouncing on his helpless prey. Her soft eyes blink at me; her eyelashes are still damp with the tears from before.
This craving is unbearable even as I’ve taken her enough times earlier. I know I should have more restraint than this. My chest heaves as I try to regain some sliver of control. I almost win against my madness, but she reaches up to touch my face.
“I need you,” she says, looking straight into my eyes.
Fucking hell. I can never get enough of her. My cock nudges at her glistening tightness. I want whatever I can have, whatever she can give.
“Remember this feeling well, Nel.” I press my mouth against the soft skin of her neck.
