Page 57 of Through the Wicked Wood

“Do you want me to stop, Elora?” Pulling back, I catch her gaze. Lids heavy, mouth parted. Before she answers, I hesitate. Only for a moment. I need to tell her the truth. My Mother-damned conscience is making me second guess myself. Telling me to stop this now.

“No.” She pants out, finally answering my question.

There goes my conscience.

Bending forward, I scrape my teeth against the soft flesh of her neck again, relishing in the way her body responds every time I do.

“Good,” I say. Then, our lips are ravenous and unrelenting. I keep my mouth locked on hers as we work in unison to remove her pants and then her tunic. She tugs at my shirt unsuccessfully, her frustration showing across her face. Laughing, I sit up and pull it up over my head, tossing it to the side before she greedily pulls me back down on top of her.

The heat of our bodies flush with each other is enough to put me on edge. Every part of her body molds perfectly into mine. Every dip and curve. I swear to myself, I will tell her everything. I want to tell her everything. But as her nails dig against the bare skin of my back and chest, my mind can only think of her.

Pulling her into me, I grip her wrists in both my hands, holding them firmly above her head. “Keep them there,” I say. She makes no attempt to argue.

I kiss her throat, switching my grip on her wrists to one hand, using the other to slide downward over the soft plane of her stomach. My hand wanders over her inner thighs, her skin soft and smooth before I slip it between her legs. She tosses her head back, letting out a moan as I brush my fingers just above her center. A whisper of a touch. She inclines her hips so I give her what she needs, dragging a finger through her. Leaning over her, I bite down on her lip before taking another kiss. My hand works the apex between her thighs as I let go of her wrists to grip her hair, tugging just enough so it stings.

“Sorin,” she says through a moan again, so I tighten my grip, wrapping the hair at the base of her neck, still working my fingers on my other hand.

“You’re gonna have to stop saying that, love, or I’m not sure I’ll be able to behave myself.”

Breathlessly she pants, “Maybe I don’t want you to.” Letting go of my grip on her hair, I slide my body down between her legs. I take my time tracing my fingers lightly over the inside of her thighs, across the beautiful curve of her hips. Pressing my lips everywhere except right where she wants me to.

“Sorin, please,” she says again, but this time it’s lined in frustration as she grabs a fistful of my hair.

I shoot her a look, and immediately, she places her arm back above her head, chest heaving as she lies completely at my mercy. It’s those two words that are my undoing. My name and a plea. I would never make her beg, but fuck if the sound of it doesn’t drive me absolutely mad.

Chuckling, I finally dip my head between her legs and drag my tongue through her center. My hands grip her arse, lifting her hips to get a better position before she grabs my arms, pulling me toward her. I look at her again, she’s glowing in the flickering light of the cavern. Without a word, she grabs for my pants and begins working my belt. Reaching for her hands, I grip both her wrists at the same time and pull them back up above her head as I lay her back down. I know what she wants, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too. But I can’t. Not yet.

“Tsk, tsk, Enchantress.” She shoots me a look, somewhere between confusion and frustration. “Keep your hands above your head, I won’t say it again.”

Chapter 30

Elora

Sorin’s grin is wicked as he holds my hands tightly above me. He leans forward, planting a kiss so deep I swear I see stars dance behind my eyes. My mind is blank with the exception of him.

Us.

And this time, the thought of us makes my stomach swirl in all the right ways. My mind focuses on how rough his calloused hands are as they explore my body. Even better, how they felt between my legs. As if reading my mind, Sorin releases my wrists, wrapping his arms around me.

As he clasps his hands together, I fight the urge to run my fingers through his hair. Over his bare chest. Gripping me firmly by my backside, he pulls me closer as I arch my back. He kisses down my neck, over my breast, his tongue dancing down the softness of my abdomen.

I gasp as Sorin kisses his way down the inside of my thigh, his tongue dragging again over the most sensitive area between my legs.

Sorin is as breathless as I am as he says, “Don’t you dare hold back.” The low rasp of his tone has my stomach in a frenzy and desperate to obey. Heat pools between my legs as he works his way down my other thigh, the tantalizing drag of his tongue then nip of his teeth.

I’ve spent the last few weeks denying our connection, but here in this cavern, it’s no longer deniable. Sorin’s tongue meets my center again, his fingers digging into my skin, and I embrace the ache it causes. I ignore his demand to keep my hands above my hand. Dropping them, I drag my fingers through his hair as a wave of pleasure begins to form. Settled deep in my core, it spreads throughout my entire being. Then, his fingers. The tension building in my body has my stomach tightening, coiling and my chest heaving.

Slowly, he swipes his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves again and it’s the final friction I need to let go. The aching pressure explodes through me as I push my hips against him until my legs go limp.

Carefully removing his hand and then, eventually, his mouth, he takes his time to kiss every inch of me on the way up. He moves himself over top of me again, caging me in his presence. His beautiful, dark eyes reflect everything I’ve been avoiding for years.

Hope. Future. Fate.

Sorin dips his head, so our foreheads meet. Each equally damp with sweat. I reach for him, but he stops me. Saying nothing but shaking his head before kissing me again. Breathing each other in, our lungs working in unison. Hesitantly, Sorin rolls himself off to the side and wraps one of our cloaks around me. Cupping my chin, he kisses me softly, stealing my breath once again.

“What is it?” I ask, as he watches me. Suddenly very aware of what we’ve just done and how naked I still am.

“Nothing, love.” He kisses me again. “Just thinking that meeting you must’ve been some accident written by the Fates.” I frown and he takes his thumb, smoothing the crease between my brows as he continues, “Nothing I’ve done in this life that has ever been good enough to deserve you.”

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