Page 95 of King Elijah (The Zemiran Chronicles 2)

Her invitation felt like a shot of adrenaline to his heart. He crowded into her, releasing one hip to reach up and tangle his fingers in her hair. She gasped when he gave a gentle tug, and her body melted into him as he moved his other hand to grip her breast. As soon as he dragged his thumb over the pert nub of her nipple, she was undone.

“Oh, Gods!” she cried out, voice hoarse with wanting.

He needed to hear that sound for eternity. Everything about her was all Elijah desired. She was intoxicating.

“Don’t let go of the dream,” he said. “Stay with me.”

He used the long line of his body to press her harder into the wooden handrail, lining up his hard cock with the cleft of her ass and taking another deep breath of her scent. Elijah twisted his hand around her hair into a knot, something that he could pull harder on and drag more of those sweet, gasping noises out of her.

“Really?” she asked, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I need better leverage,” he said with a cocky smile.

Elijah punctuated this by rolling his hips into her, feeling his stomach flutter as she moved with him. She was surrounded by him between his hand in her hair and his other hand holding her breast. He wanted to assault every one of her senses, just as she was attacking every one of his. Elijah relished the smooth curve of her neck. The feeling of her heart pounding in her chest and the warmth of her breath as it puffed out in gasps; it made him want to taste every part of her body.

“Please,” Janelle moaned, leaning herself back into his hips, “please take me.”

Elijah could feel himself hot and heavy between his legs. He needed to bury himself in her warmth. His hand released her breast and flew to her trousers, tugging and twisting until they were down around her knees. Her skin was exposed to the air, and he would have bent down to lick every inch of her had there been more time. The desperation was beginning to pulse between them.

He wasted no time pulling himself free of his own trousers. Fingers wrapped around the shaft; he guided the head of his cock to her wet slit and let it slide into her. The sharp gasp she made as he placed himself inside her made every inch of his skin pull tight with lust.

“Elijah!” she cried out, leaning over the edge. He dragged himself out slowly, a tease, until she was almost empty, and then he slammed back in. Her hips rocked into the railing, and he moaned as she clenched around him. She was warm and tight, tugging him deeper into her with each thrust.

Our bodies had to be meant for each other, he thought as he buzzed with a combination of lust and fear. Death was looming over them, and he wanted to capture every drop of her until it came to take them both.

She moaned, loud and hoarse with every thrust.

“You can scream as loud as you want here,” Elijah whispered. “But it’s unfortunate Kieran can’t hear how much I love fucking you.”

Her breathing grew heavy. “Isn’t that a shame,” she said, a husky laugh in her throat.

That brought a wicked smile to his face.

Elijah could feel her body trembling, yet she kept pushing back; regardless of all, he was more eager now than ever to live in the moment. They may die this night, and he would rather feel the joy of love than anything else.

Love? he thought. Fuck. Is this really what I’m feeling?

That word was so difficult for him to acknowledge, especially saying it aloud. Janelle’s very existence mangled his thoughts and made him question everything he thought he was meant to be.

He sucked in each heaving breath through his teeth, feeling his body tense as he moved inside her, her wetness spreading over their skin.

It was too much. Elijah could feel pleasure start to build in him, but he wasn’t ready to end it yet. He slowed his pace, keeping a tight grip on her hair and pushing into her deeper and deeper. The way she opened to him was incomprehensible. Her body made itself belong to him. He took a few more moments to move slowly, enjoying every shuddering gasp that slipped from her mouth and every tremor of pleasure he felt running through her, and then he picked up the pace.

Elijah pounded into her, hard and unrelenting. She almost choked on her heady moan as she braced herself to be taken by him. Her wet slit was pulsing around him, and he was sure she was close. Her cries grew louder and louder as he pressed into her until something gave way. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she orgasmed. It was as if she was too consumed by pleasure to make a sound. A slow wave of ecstasy rolled through his body while Janelle arched to press herself down further onto his cock as he throbbed and clenched around her.

It was irresistible, and with a final thrust, Elijah found his release. He pulsed into her, pulling them tighter as he filled her wetness up with his own, at least how they imagined it in their shared dream state.

“My Gods!” she cried out again as her body loosened and the dream fell apart. “Fuck!”

The Voleric dropped to the floor as Elijah’s eyes opened to his release.

“Well,” Janelle said through the door, still breathing heavily, “that was different.” Her tiny giggle caused Elijah’s smile to broaden.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “I wish I could sit on this floor with you all day and night, but I need to clean up now.” Elijah took a moment for his body to settle before climbing to his feet and looking down the hall. “My little elf, I don’t know if I’ll be back before my soldiers get here,” he said. “I—” There was a long silence as Elijah let the words he wanted to say finally rise to the surface.“I think I love you, Janelle.”

Elijah felt her light come through the door and touch the darkness inside him.

“I think I love you too, Elijah.”

He smiled and leaned his forehead against the door, but before leaving her, he slipped his dagger under the door’s crack and silently prayed to the Gods she could protect herself when he couldn’t.

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