Stay with me.
I swallow thickly at his intensity that bores into me. But I nod in agreement.
I’ll stay with you.
Kael looks at me like I carry the last light in a dying world.
He unfastens his trousers, pushing them past his hips to the floor, and his hard cock springs from his pants.
Gods.
Molten heat flares to life in my core again, because this man? The sight of him undoes me. Ruins me. Fractures my desire to build walls around my heart and makes me want to let them crumble instead.
“Lie down, Elyssara,” he instructs.
I do as he bids, letting my ass rest into the furs before unfolding onto my elbows then onto my back.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
I open my legs, and he climbs onto the bed, pressing between my thighs, and dragging his battle-hardened hands across my skin like a brand.A brand I want.
I press heavier into the furs, allowing myself to let go.
My head drops back, and my eyes drift closed as he caresses my skin with tenderness.
“No,” he says firmly, and my eyes snap open at the call back to him. “Eyes on me, my love,” he commands. “No running.”
My gaze lands on his, and the vortex of his ocean eyes enraptures me. Pulls me in so thoroughly that there is only him.
His grip finds my hips again, pulling me back towards him so his cock presses into me, teasing my pussy.
I suck in a sharp breath in anticipation, before his cock slides inside me slowly. Stretching, adjusting, acclimating to the size of him.
I whimper in pleasure as I stretch around him.
He begins to move rhythmically. Slowly at first, to allow me time to adjust. But his restraint is slipping.
He drives his cock in and out, filling me so completely that there is no beginning or end to the pleasure that floods me.
I reach my hand between us, rubbing slow circles over my clit and I instantly clench around him.
His hand grabs my wrist. “No. That’s my job.”
His fingers replace mine, the even pressure he applies to my clit a god-sent sensation. His long, deep thrusts possess me in a way that make me feel like he’s everywhere, all at once.
My eyes drift closed again, my breathing ragged and tortured, my frame languid under his charge.
“Eyes open,” he commands, as he leans over me.
There is nowhere else I can be. His arms, his gaze, his body.
I can only be here, with him.
“It’s you,” I pant.
“It willalwaysbe me,” he promises through gritted teeth, as he grinds his hips into mine.
It’s always him.
