“I’ve not done this before,” he pulled back, his eyes dark with something raw. “None of this,” he said. “But I’ve thought about it enough to know exactly how I want you.”
“Me neither.” I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll learn together.”
My hand gripped the coven key around his neck, feeling the cool metal press against my palm as I pulled him down to my mouth again. Abram’s weight pressed into me, grounding me to the bed, as his hand skimmed my body, gentle yet claiming. A shiver ran through me, my chest tightening at his touch.
He pulled back and sat on his knees so he could look at me. I wanted to cover myself from him, but I didn’t. Not when his gaze held that intense reverence, like he was memorizing every curve of me. My stomach fluttered, and my breath hitched.
His large hand rested on my stomach before sliding downward, slow, deliberate. Like he was mapping something he intended to keep. My legs fell open instinctively, responding to him even as my mind spun. A soft moan escaped me when his fingers met me, his focus pinned on where he touched. My eyes closed as he carefully pressed a finger inside me, each movement deliberate, measured.
“Two fingers.” I guided him, my voice trembling slightly. He obeyed, and I felt the heat spread through me as he pushed two fingers inside.
“Fuck,” he sighed, and I bit my lip, a mix of pleasure and desire burning in my chest. I sat up slightly, wanting to see him, but my eyes immediately found his length, hard and tempting. Reaching forward, I took him in my hand, mimicking the motion he had shown me. His eyes fluttered closed as a deep moan rumbled from him.
I moved faster, my pulse racing, and he pressed his hips into my hand, urging me on. After a minute, he stopped me, and my chest fell as I gasped, wanting more.
“I don’t want to cum unless I’m inside you,” he muttered, leaning over me. I felt him at my entrance, hot and firm, and looked up into his eyes, my own filled with need and anticipation.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, throat tight with anticipation.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything before, Elowyn.”
“Me too.” I nodded, my fingers grazing his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady pulse beneath my touch.
Slowly, Abe pushed his hips forward. My breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped as he filled me completely. His eyes never left mine, drinking me in, and the weight of him pressing into me made my body hum with need.
“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, and a shiver raced down my spine as he settled inside me. Every inch of him made me gasp.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice low and possessive.
I nodded, though my body throbbed and clenched, craving more, needing him deeper. He kissed me, soft at first, lips brushing mine, then teasing, exploring, his tongue threading with mine in slow, deliberate circles that made me shiver and arch into him.
“Wait, give me a moment. It hurts a little.” My voice trembled, and he stilled immediately, leaning down to kiss me, letting me melt against him. His tongue glided along mine again, slower this time, deep and heated, coaxing every ounce of tension out of me.
I moved my hips against him, testing. “Gods, you feel good,” I moaned.
“Fuck, Elowyn, I am not going to last long if you keep making these noises.” His voice was low, rough, vibrating through me.
“You can move faster; it doesn’t hurt anymore,” I whispered, fingers threading into his hair as I rolled my hips, pressing every bit of me against him.
“I’ve thought of this a lot, and I did not do you justice, Elowyn,” he admitted.
His lips trailed down my neck, sucking, nipping, and I gasped, arching, pressing my hips into him. His hand gripped my hip as he moved his mouth down to my nipple, flicking his tongue over it before drawing it into his mouth. His teeth bit into my flesh teasingly. My fingers clutched his arms, feeling the tense muscles flex beneath my grip, his hardness driving me wild.
He pulled back and looked down at me. Then his gaze turned red, and his eyes flickered over me as he thrust hard and deep into me.
“Stars above, you need to see how fucking pretty you look. You should see what I see,” he said. “Because I don’t want you forgetting who you belong to when I’m done.”
Before I could even speak, his magic shimmered around us, and a mirror materialized on the ceiling above our bed. I froze, not from surprise, but from the way his gaze flicked between my reflection and my face, like he was watching me watch myself. Like he wanted the image burned into me.
Abram leaned back on his knees, watching himself slide inside me from above. His lips curved into a predatory smile as he turned his gaze to me again. My heart hammered as his hands slid down my thighs, over my hips, gripping me firmly. Another powerful thrust sent me gasping, my body bouncing against his.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror. Every movement, the rise and fall of my breasts, the arch of my back, the flush creeping up my chest was reflected, doubled, magnified. I saw him in me, felt him in me, and the sight made me shiver uncontrollably.
“You look ruined for anyone else,” he growled. “Exactly how I want you." His eyes locked with mine as we both caught glimpses of ourselves from above. “Look at yourself, Elowyn. Look at how perfect you are for me.”
Abe’s mouth found mine again, tongues tangling, hot and demanding, and I gripped him, moving with him faster, harder, letting the rhythm consume us.
His mouth was on my neck as I pulled him to me, my thighs wrapping around him. My gaze moved to the mirror. I watched my hand run along his muscled back before digging my nails into his flesh.
