He gulps at the thought. How little he knows about this elf of his.
“Did you...like that?” Heat fills him at the intimacy of those words on his tongue.
Her own breath comes more rapidly than usual, and she barely nods. Her eyes shine like silver pools of vulnerability and...is that longing?
Did he really draw out that reaction from her...just by touching her ear?
Stars above. He can barely breathe himself.
“Shall I...do it again?” he whispers.
Once more, she nods, and he lifts his hand to the upper edge of her ear, gently sliding his thumb toward the tip where it ends in a point. Such a foreign thing, and yet it feels like an ear.
Just an unusually shaped one.
And her eyes slip shut as she whimpers at his touch.
Should he keep going?
When she leans into his hand, he barely represses a grin.
That seems to be a yes.
He traces his finger over the pointed tip, down along the back of her ear, and she rests her other cheek against his bare shoulder.
The water continues streaming around them, which is impressive since she’s clearly distracted. But her magic never wavers.
He caresses her ear again, and when she sags against him, he wraps his arm around her waist so she doesn’t fall.
Still, her magic holds.
It seems unwise to test it, though.
Instead, he slips his other arm around her, encircling her in his embrace. Then, before he loses his nerve, he presses his lips to the tip of her ear.
And the water collapses around them.
Burning Hotter
Episode 38
Thepoundingofthewaterfall yanks them under the water, and the spell Rominy held over Elowyn breaks.
His arms still encircle her as she grasps at her magic and reroutes the current to push them away from the force of the streaming water. When they surface, Elowyn gasps for air while Rominy coughs beside her.
“I’m sorry,” she rasps as she struggles to fill her lungs.
He shakes his head and coughs again. He must have swallowed a mouthful of water.
Finally loosening his grip on her, he crawls onto the bank and collapses on the sand, and she follows, lying on her back beside him.
Neither of them speaks as they focus on breathing. The memory of Rominy’s touch sends shivers down Elowyn’s neck. It was so...perfect. And then he kissed her ear, and every thought fled her head.
“Are you all right?” Rominy props himself up and gazes down at her, his bare shoulders and chest glistening in the sun streaming through the foliage overhead.
She nods, suddenly cognizant of how scandalously underclothed she is, lying here beside him with only her sodden underlayer clinging to her.
“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says sheepishly, and she laughs.
