Page 47 of Triplets for the Dark Elf

I moan into his mouth as Miothro’s tongue slips between my lips. I submit to him easily, wanting him to take me, claim me as his. I’ve craved his touch every single day since I left that shop, and I am willing to bet that he has to.

With the way one hand is tangled in my hair and the other is roaming my body, cupping and grabbing teasing everything he can get, I think he needs me as much as I need him.

“I missed you,” I murmur as I grab his shoulders and roll back.

“Gods, I don’t ever want to be without you again.” He follows suit, hovering over me. My legs wrap around his waist with ease, and I pull him harder against me.

“I want you to know,” I gasp as his mouth descends on my neck. “That I never forgot you, either. I loved you the whole time. There wasn’t anyone else, and there never would have been.”

He chuckles as his hands go to the edge of my shirt, his warm fingertips playing with the exposed skin there. “Annalise, I couldn’t focus onanythingbesides you. I’m lucky the shop is still going. I definitely never would have taken another woman to my bed.”

I know that it’s stupid and I am the one who left, but relief bursts through me as he says that. I kept telling myself that I should have wanted him to move on, but I am really, really glad he didn’t. I couldn’t stomach the thought of him with anyone else.

I cup his face. “Good.”

He nuzzles into my palm. “You never have to worry. You’re the only one for me, my little lumiola.”

My heart flutters, and when he lowers his mouth and kisses my torso, I gasp softly. My hips grind involuntarily, looking for him. It’s been so long since I’ve had any kind of relief and his touch has turned me needy.

“Eager,” he mutters as he reaches where my shirt has ridden up. He fingers the fabric, his dark indigo eyes licking up to look at me. “May I?”

“Please,” I whimper, helping him tear the shirt off my body.

I’m not wearing anything under it, and I’m not sure he’s realized the same is true for the little shorts that are barely covering anything.

Miothro’s eyes widen as he takes in my upper half, his hands tracing along my skin slowly. “Annalise,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss my stomach. “You are so beautiful.” A thrill runs through me, quickly heightened when his mouth moves lower.

His hands creep up my body as he peppers the bottom of my torso with little nips. I’m shuddering with the sensation as he palms my breasts, his thumbs stroking lightly over my nipples. “Oh, fuck,” I grind out, my hips bucking as he pulls them.

His teeth pull at my waistband, tugging my shorts lower, and I lift my hips, trying to help. My small whimpers seem to increase the urgency because he rips away from me with a grumble, tearing the shorts away.

Instead of diving between my legs, though, he presses hot kisses along the inside of my left, up my thigh, and lightly passes over my dripping center. I have to muffle the cry that escapes me as he goes down the other leg.

When he lifts up to look at me, I’m trembling with desperation. “Annalise.” He draws out each syllable in a sultry whisper. I swear I get wetter with just that word. “You’re so wet.”

“Mm-hmm.” It’s a pathetic sound that escapes me, but I don’t care.

“All for me?”

“All for you.” I think I’ve forgotten to breathe. I’m gasping for air like I’ve been running.

Miothro shifts, running a finger from hip bone to hip bone. “Why?”

“Because I want you!” I buck my hips but I don’t dare break his gaze.

His hand slides down over my mound. “Here?”

A desperate plea is on my lips as he brushes lightly over my clit. “Yes, please.”

He cocks his head. “Or here?” He presses at my entrance and my walls flutter.

“There.”

He dips in just a little before pulling back out. “Are you sure?”

“Miothro, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you in me right now.”

He grins, and slowly he pushes his finger inside of me. I know I’m tight, and my body clenches around him as he hooks his finger. “Oh, gods.” He teases a second finger, scissoring the two to stretch me. “Do you think you can take me?”

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