Page 65 of King Elijah (The Zemiran Chronicles 2)

All Janelle could do was moan. The initial pinch of the pain of a foreign intrusion faded quickly, replaced by a beautiful, indescribable feeling of fullness. He almost completely dragged his cock back out and then snapped his hips forward to fill her again.

Elijah’s hands roamed, pinning her with his weight and pushing himself deeper inside.

Janelle lost herself in the building pleasure as Elijah thrust into her, again and again. Their bodies found a rhythm immediately, like they were two halves of something that had finally been slotted back together. Everywhere they touched, their skin was hot, sweat-slick, sliding over one another. Janelle’s arousal soaked into the sheets beneath them, and it only made her cling tighter, strengthened by the intense need to have him.

Elijah twisted his hand tighter into her hair and turned her face toward him. Then he captured her mouth with his, ravaging until she was quivering, half gasping. She opened for him, pliant, and they fell into a wet, hungry kiss as he continued to fuck her. Their tangle of limbs and breaths reached a fevered crescendo until he released her, grabbed her by the ass, and tilted her hips to get the best angle to keep their bodies flush. His open mouth trailed down her body, lighting all her cells on fire, making her body coil into a tight spiral. His fervent kisses burned from her throat to her breast, and he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. Teeth grazed over the sensitive bud, and Janelle pulled her lower lip between her teeth to keep from screaming as the pleasure curled through her.

“Oh, fuck,” she panted. “Gods, Elijah, please, please don’t stop.” She would beg. Plead. Do whatever he wanted so long as he never took his mouth away, never robbed her of the exquisite pleasure.

Elijah released her nipple with another growl and pulled their faces together so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. His thrusts increased to a brutal pace. It seemed impossible to tell where she ended and he began; they were just a collection of slick, hot flesh, moving together as one single being, bent on pleasure.

They were both breathing too hard to kiss but kept their faces close together, sharing the air, panting, gasping, one as lost as the other.

“Come for me, darling,” Elijah gasped. “I want to feel you clench around me as you scream.” His fingers tightened, and his body tensed.

Elijah had moved one hand to the place where they were joined, and his thumb rubbed small circles against her wetness as he thrust in and out. A tautness spread over Janelle’s body and her muscles, taking her in its grip. Janelle could only whimper. She had neither the will nor the desire to fight anything she was feeling.

“Elijah . . .” she said, her voice trembling. “Elijah, please . . .” She didn’t know exactly what she was begging for, but she needed to appease him.

“That’s it,” he moaned, and the sound was pure ecstasy, husky and deep, sensual and so erotic she couldn’t hold on any longer. “Let go for me, Janelle.”

The soft call of her name from his lips was the final push she needed to throw herself over the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her inner walls clenched around Elijah’s cock where it speared into her. She was clinging to him inside and out. The tightness turned into a rush of pleasure as her orgasm washed through her.

A scream of euphoria escaped her. Elijah growled in response, and his cock throbbed inside her with his own release. One final hard thrust left him spilling into her, grinding their hips together as more of himself filled her up.

Her legs shook, and her body trembled as the wave of pleasure ebbed, leaving tiny sparks of itself behind. When the last of it faded away, their bodies relaxed into the mattress, and Elijah pulled out of her.

Janelle was jolted by the sudden emptiness, the loss of his weight on her, the missing warmth. Elijah collapsed next to her on the bed, breathless, but his hands were on her body again in a few seconds. He needed to keep touching her as badly as she needed to be touched. She told herself as much anyway. And she didn’t mind it. Wanted it even more than she could find words to voice.

“Fuck, Janelle,” he said. There was a shade of wonder in his voice. She thought she could hear how loudly their hearts were pounding at that moment, even without using her heightened Elven senses.

Janelle turned to him as he reached to caress her cheek. She stilled, gasping for air.

His lips pressed together, and she wanted to bask in that feeling, the wholesomeness of the moment. There would never be another like it, and she wanted to etch every detail into her memory.

“Janelle.” Her name again from his lips was better than a symphony.

She let out a sudden exhale, wondering if he’d regret what they did in the morning.

A small smile spread across his features, but it faded when he looked at her. “Stop thinking about what we just did and whether we should’ve done it,” he said, still catching his breath.

She let out a laugh because the moment demanded it.

“And if I said we shouldn’t have?” she asked, although she wasn’t saying that. Would never say it.

“Then I would call you a liar, little elf.” That tone he used for the endearment made something in her stomach flutter.

His thumb ran down her cheek slowly, caressing her soft skin. At that very moment, she was his, and she wasn’t going to fight the need she felt for him any longer. Janelle wouldn’t deny all the desire and longing ever again.

She was his.

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THE SUN ROSEto the window, letting a small beam of light hit the bed through the curtains. Janelle was the first to get dressed. She ached in the best way between her legs, every muscle, a delicious reminder of what they had done last night.

Janelle watched Elijah sleep as she pulled her pants on and looked toward the door. Not so long ago, she’d felt his hands roam every inch of her body, and the feeling of him gliding in and out of her still throbbed between her legs.

“Are you contemplating running off again?” he asked, pulling her from her dirty thoughts about him. They locked gazes.

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