Page 35 of The Dark Elf's Found Family
She drops her hand immediately, and I lean down to capture one perfect nipple between my lips. The taste of her skin, salt and woman and something uniquely Brynn, makes me groan against her breast. I suck hard, rolling the peaked flesh with my tongue while my cock slides against her slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet," I rasp against her skin, grinding my length through her arousal. The friction is exquisite torture, coating me in her essence while I tease us both to the edge of madness. "So fucking ready for me."
Her hands fist in my hair, holding me against her breast as I lavish attention on the sensitive peak. When I switch to the other nipple, biting gently before soothing the sting with my tongue, she cries out and her hips buck against me.
"Please," she whimpers, her nails digging into my scalp. "Stop teasing me. I need you inside me."
The desperation in her voice, the way she's trembling beneath me, makes something primal and possessive roar to life. This beautiful, strong woman is falling apart in my arms, begging for me to claim her, and I'm never going to get enough of it.
I lift my head to look down at her, taking in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips are swollen from my kisses, the need burning in her hazel-green eyes. She's perfect like this—completely undone and wanting.
"Put me inside you," I command, my voice rough with barely contained desire. "I want to feel your hands guide me into that tight cunt."
Her breath catches at my crude words, but there's no shock in her expression—only heat and a hunger that matches my own.Her hand slides between us, wrapping around my aching length with fingers that shake slightly from arousal.
The first touch of her hand on my cock makes me bite back a groan. She's soft and warm and perfect, and when she positions me at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat, I have to fight not to slam forward and bury myself to the hilt.
"Now," I growl, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Take me in. All of me."
She guides me forward slowly, her body opening for me inch by torturous inch. The tight, wet heat of her cunt gripping my cock makes my vision go hazy with lust. She's so fucking tight, so perfectly made for me that I can barely breathe.
"Fuck, Brynn," I rasp, my control hanging by the thinnest of threads as I sink deeper into her welcoming heat. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."
When I'm finally seated fully inside her, her walls clenching around me like a velvet fist, we both freeze. The sensation is overwhelming—the way she fits me like she was made for my cock, the soft whimpers falling from her lips, the way her hands grip my shoulders like I'm her anchor in a storm.
"You're so deep," she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder and desire. "I can feel you everywhere."
The raw honesty in her voice, the way she's looking at me like I'm something precious, makes my chest tight with emotion I'm not ready to name. But I push it aside, focusing instead on the way her body is responding to mine, the way she's letting herself go completely.
I start to move, pulling out slowly before sliding back in with deliberate, measured strokes. Each thrust draws soft moans from her lips, her back arching as she meets my movements with increasing desperation.
"That's it," I murmur against her throat, my lips trailing over the sensitive skin there. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."
Her response is immediate and intoxicating. She moans my name like a prayer, her hands roaming over my back and shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. The way she's giving herself to me completely, holding nothing back, makes my cock throb inside her tight heat.
"You feel so good," she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I wouldn't dream of it. I set a rhythm that's slow and deep, savoring every stroke, every clench of her walls around my length. The sound of our bodies joining fills the small room, wet and obscene and perfect. Each time I thrust into her, she meets me eagerly, her hips rolling to take me deeper.
"Tell me how it feels." My voice is strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Tell me what you need."
"Harder," she pleads, her voice breaking on the word. "I need you to fuck me harder. Please, Ciaran."
The desperation in her voice, the way she's begging for more, snaps the last of my restraint. I've been patient long enough, gentle long enough. Now I'm going to show her exactly what it means to be mine.
I pull back and slam into her with enough force to make the bed creak, and the sharp cry that tears from her throat goes straight to my cock. Her walls clench around me so tight it's almost painful, but it only spurs me on.
"This what you wanted?" I growl, setting a pace that's hard and claiming and desperate. "You want me to fuck you like I mean it?"
"Yes," she sobs, her body arching beneath me as I drive into her again and again. "Gods, yes. Just like that."
I lean down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I pound into her with everything I have. This isn't just fucking—this is claiming, possessing, showing her that I'm not going anywhere. That what's between us is real and powerful and worth fighting for.
I can feel my control slipping completely. The way she's responding to me, the way she's letting me take her apart piece by piece, makes something fierce and possessive roar through my veins.
"Come for me," I command, reaching between us to circle her clit with rough fingers. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart just like you promised me."
Her response is immediate and devastating. Her back bows off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her. The way her walls clamp down around me, milking my cock with rhythmic pulses, pushes me over the edge.
