Page 47 of The Dark Elf's Found Family
I grip her thighs to hold her steady as I feast on her, my tongue circling her clit before dipping lower to taste her sweetness. She's so responsive, so perfect, and the sounds she makes—little gasps and moans that she tries to muffle—only spur me on.
When I slide one finger inside her, she clenches around me immediately, so tight and wet that I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. I add a second finger, pumping slowly as my mouth continues its assault on her clit.
"More," she pleads, her voice breaking. "Please, I need?—"
I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and she cries out louder this time. Too loud. The girls are sleeping just down the hall.
Without breaking rhythm, I reach out with my magic and cast a sound barrier around the room. It's a simple spell, one that will allow us to hear anything from outside while keeping our sounds contained within these walls.
"Now," I growl against her slick heat, "you can be as loud as you want."
I redouble my efforts, adding a third finger and thrusting harder, faster, while my tongue works mercilessly at her clit. She's climbing higher, her thighs starting to shake around my head, her hands fisted so tightly in my hair it's almost painful.
"That's it," I encourage, pumping my fingers deeper. "Come for me, love. Let me feel you fall apart."
She breaks with a cry that echoes off the walls, her body convulsing around my fingers as I work her through the waves of pleasure. I don't stop until she's pushing weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive and gasping.
When I finally pull back, her legs are unsteady. I rise slowly, my hands trailing up her body to steady her, and the look in her eyes—dazed and satisfied but still hungry—makes my chest tight with possession.
"Bed," I say simply, lifting her into my arms before she can protest.
I carry her the few steps to the narrow bed and lay her out on the worn quilt, taking a moment to just look at her. Her hair is spread and her eyes wild, her chest heaving. She looks so fucking perfect right now.
"Stay exactly like that," I command, my voice dropping to that authoritative tone that always makes her eyes darken. The kind that comes out when the last of my control snaps. And withBrynn, I feel perfectly out of control. "Don't move unless I tell you to."
She nods, biting her lower lip, and the small act of submission sends heat straight to my cock. I've learned over these past weeks that Brynn responds to direction, to being told exactly what I want from her. She's spent so long being strong for everyone else that she craves those moments when she can just surrender, let someone else take control.
And fuck, do I love being that someone.
I lean over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head, and begin a slow exploration of her body with my mouth. I start at her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.
"You're so fucking perfect," I growl against her collarbone, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. "Do you know how many nights I've thought about having you like this? Spread out and wanting beneath me?"
She whimpers softly, her hands twitching at her sides like she wants to reach for me.
"Not yet," I warn, nipping at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "You don't touch until I say so."
I work my way down her body with deliberate slowness, mapping every dip and curve with my tongue. When I reach her breasts, I circle one nipple with the tip of my tongue, barely making contact, watching as it hardens into a tight peak.
"Such beautiful tits," I murmur, blowing cool air across the wet skin and making her arch beneath me. "I could spend hours just worshipping these."
I take the nipple between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Please," she breathes, and I can hear the need building in her voice already.
"Please what?" I switch to her other breast, giving it the same torturous attention. "Use your words, love."
"I need—" She cuts herself off with a moan as I suck hard at her nipple. "I need you."
"You have me." I continue my path downward, pressing kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the sharp jut of her hipbone. "But I'm not done playing with you yet."
I sit back on my heels, taking in the sight of her flushed and wanting beneath me. My shirt hangs open from where she started undressing me earlier, and I shrug it off slowly, watching her eyes track the movement.
"Touch your nipples," I command, my hands moving to the fastenings of my trousers. "Show me how you like to be touched when you're alone in this bed, thinking of me."
Her cheeks flush darker, but she obeys, her hands coming up to cup her breasts. She starts tentatively, just brushing her fingers over the peaks, but as I continue to undress with agonizing slowness, her movements become bolder.
"That's it," I praise, finally pushing my trousers down and kicking them aside. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and I wrap my hand around the base, giving myself one slow stroke. "Pinch them. I want to see you make yourself feel good."
