Her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders, bringing her body closer to mine until she’s almost lying flat on top of me, her breasts brushing against my chest with every rock of her hips. Her fingers slide into my hair, and a small smile tilts her lips up, as though she likes how it feels.
And it’s that …that smile… that breaks something open inside of me.
My hands find her hips, and I thrust up as she slides down.
She gasps. “Cairn!”
I sit up, one arm wrapping around her waist, and flip us. She lands on her back with another gasp, and I’m over her now, still buried inside her, pinning her to the mattress.
I fist my fingers into her hair, and pull her head back so I can bite along her throat. “It’s my turn.”
I pull out of her slowly, and she makes a sound of protest, half whimper, half complaint, that sends heat curling through me.
“Patience,Moirthalen.”
I slide down the bed, and curl my fingers around one ankle. She lifts up on one elbow to look down at me, as I lift her foot and press my mouth to it. The skin is soft there, delicate. My tongue strokes over the arch of her foot and her toes curl.
Kiss her feet. Work your way up. Make her want it before you give it to her.
Alleria shivers when my mouth finds the curve of her calf, falling back against the bed with a soft sigh, and I smile, my lips moving up to her knee, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there, then moving on. When I reach her inner thigh, I bite down, and she cries out. I suck at the mark until I know it’ll bruise.
Mine.The word pulses through me.
I work my way back down her leg, and start again on the other. Ankle. Calf. Knee. Thigh. Another bite, another markblooming on her skin.
“Cairn, please.”
I don’t deny her this time, moving to settle between her thighs, and pushing into her.
It’s different this time. I control the angle now, the pace, the depth.
Harder. I said harder.
But I keep my pace slow, rolling my hips, grinding against her with each stroke, and finding the angle that makes her nails rake down my back.
“There!” She gasps. “Ohhh, right there. Please, don’t stop.”
Idon’tstop. I give her that angle, over and over, watching her climb toward release. Her nails break through my skin, her legs wrap around my waist, and her moans fill the room as she shatters around me.
I grit my teeth and keep moving, fucking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking and gasping, and pushing at my chest.
“Too much … I can’t?—”
I slow, but I don’t stop, letting her come back down while I’m still inside her, still moving in slow, shallow strokes.
“Yes, you can.”
“No … no, I can’t.”
“Again,Moirthalen.”
Her eyes widen. “No, really. I can’t.”
I shift my angle, and watch as pleasure builds once more, as her protest dies in her throat and turns into a moan.
“Yes, you can.” I thrust deeper. “And you will.”
And she does, harder this time, her body arching up, sobs spilling from her lips. I follow her over, burying myself deep, my forehead pressed against her shoulder while I break apart.
