She did. In his current position, her navel was level with his lips. He slipped his hands around her waist, and he placed a kiss there, worshiping it with his tongue and nibbling lower. She dug her fingers into his hair.
He would have liked to taste her right then. But she wasn’t ready for that. In fact, she was trembling so hard he was afraid she’d lose her balance. He needed to move her to the bed.
Rising, he met her gaze, then dropped his lips to hers. He skimmed his hands up her waist and cradled her breasts, flicking his thumbs across their taut peaks. Her fingers in his hair became more demanding, and he plucked and rolled her nipples in response. Heart pounding against his chest in time with his, she drove her tongue deeper into his mouth.
“We’re uneven again,” she said against his lips.
“Hmm?”
She glanced down at her nakedness and then pointedly at the breeches that still hung around his hips. Her fingers trailed down his stomach. To his surprise, her hand didn’t dawdle with removing them but drifted inside, wrapping around his rock-hard shaft and stroking him from base to tip.
“Leena,” he whispered. “You keep doing that and this is going to go faster than you deserve.”
“I want to see you.”
He backed up a step and removed his breeches. Her lips parted as she studied him by candlelight.
“Do I frighten you?” he asked.
“No. It’s just different from what I expected. Different from scrolls and sketches. You’re… huge.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Kind of you to say so.” He traced the backs of his nails along the outer curve of her body. “I think you’re walking poetry.”
That brought color to her cheeks. Her violet eyes seemed to give off their own light in the darkness. She scoffed and looked away. “I’m plain by elf standards. Flat.”
He closed the gap between them. “Perfect.” He guided her to sit on the bed and spread her knees so he could kneel between them. Once again, his lips found hers. He trailed featherlight kisses down her throat to her breast, his fingers drifting between her legs and stroking along her center. She was wet, ready.
She pressed her hands into his shoulders. “What are you going to do?”
He looked up at her from under hooded lids. “I’m going to give you an experience to remember.”
“Trust me.”
Leena had to have lost her mind to have come to Colin’s room. By the goddess, she was wicked. Only, she couldn’t bring herself to regret her actions with his fingers doing decadent things between her legs.
Something was building inside her, that same strange, dropping ache she’d felt in the tent. It centered around his touch, and she thought he’d continue the same as before. She leaned back on her elbows, noticing the exquisite sensation of the night air across the tips of her breasts.
“Colin…”
His lips landed on the curve of her stomach, and his tongue traced a wet trail lower. He couldn’t possibly mean to—
Leena’s head tipped back, and she inhaled sharply as Colin’s tongue replaced his fingers. The world narrowed to the steady rhythm of his flicking tongue against her flesh. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Closer. Closer. Her skin tingled. Her breath caught in her throat.
Her soul exploded through her skin, even stronger than the first time in the tent. He had transformed her into pure light, and the pleasure that resulted filled the room. Spinning. Unraveling. Weightless, she came apart and then back together.
And still, she wanted him. Wanted more. His mating trill buzzed like a purr between her legs. He turned her on the bed and climbed on top of her. This was happening. He loved her. She knew he did. And that trill was important, his dragon coming to the surface, claiming her.
She should stop this. It would be harder for him after this. All she could give him was one night, and she knew he wanted more. Had always known.
But when her hands landed on his shoulders to push him away, her body betrayed her and pulled him closer. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She was so wet from his mouth and her need that it was all too easy for him to slide partially inside her. She sucked in her breath at the size, at the way he stretched her to the limit.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered. His muscles coiled above her as if stopping his movement was causing him pain.
“Not at all.” She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Why would it hurt?”
“Sometimes the first time hurts for females.”
“Not for me. Not for elves.”
