“I’m going to do my best.”
The right words.She melted inside.“That is all I ever ask.”She kissed him, a tender kiss and one she hoped would say everything that lay in her heart.
He lifted his hands to cup her face.“Please move a little faster.You’re killing me here.”
Velvet tension slid through her at his intent expression and the chill from his ghostly hand contrasted with the warmth from the other.Flaming stars, she wanted him.Raw need slid through her at the thought of sliding his cock inside her.His fingers trailed across her shoulders and slipped down her back to her hips.
“I missed you.”
“I dreamed of you,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.His hands kept stroking, stroking, stroking, hands never stopping in one place for long.Gweneth swallowed, her heart beating extra fast.The fingers of his ghostly hand slid between her legs—she knew because of the extra coolness of his touch.A quick punch of heat stole her breath as he delved between her legs.He hit a sweet spot, and she cried out, every nerve ending vibrating with the pleasure.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Always,” she whispered.
She lifted and guided him to her entrance.Secs later, she pushed down without haste.His cock stretched her in a decadent manner, and she lifted a fraction, sinking back down with an easy glide.Gweneth experimented with the pace, with the angle, seeking the special spot that would detonate her senses.
“Touch yourself,” Ellard said.“You know what to do.”
He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, the contrast of warm and cold shooting pleasure through her.
Gweneth feathered her fingers over her clit and combined the caress with a slow up and down.An abrupt pinch of one nipple twisted sensation downward.The arrow of pain swelled and combined with the curl of heat in her pussy.A blissful agony, she thought.
“Do that again,” she whispered as she rose and sank down on his cock.“Please.”
He didn’t.Not straight away.Instead, he teased her with words and actions.
“You are beautiful, Gweneth.I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but I won’t fail you again.”Tug.Caress.Tug.Tug.“I will love you and our kitten and make you both happy.”Caress.
Gweneth trembled, his words as much as his actions driving her pleasure.She lifted and descended, going faster now as heat blossomed and settled at her clit.
Tug.Tug.Tug.
A whimper she couldn’t contain filled the room and Ellard laughed, a joyous sound.The tug turned to a sharp pinch and sensual energy soared to life, burning her in a white-hot conflagration.Her orgasm consumed her, the walls of her sex pulsating for long moments.She sucked in lifeforce then leaned down to kiss him, a kiss designed to inflame with the same heat that filled her, to consume him.
He growled against her lips and rolled until she lay beneath him.Gweneth wrapped her arms around him and moved with him, with each thrust and retreat.He kept his gaze meshed with hers, his eyes smoldering with suppressed tension.
“I want to bite you.”
She bared her neck.
“No, Gweneth.Not just a nibble.I want to create the mate bond.”
“Yes,” she murmured and moved with a speed she hadn’t known herself capable of.Her teeth sank into his mating spot—the fleshy part where neck and shoulder met.They sank deep, and she tasted his blood in her mouth, yet it wasn’t repugnant.He grunted, his hips jerking and driving his cock with short, erratic digs.Then, he shifted his head and bit her in return.A quick slice of pain followed by a roaring pleasure where everything in her world righted itself, bands of connection clicking into place.The heavy fog of desire lifted and splintered into incredible pleasure as she came for a second time.Ellard drove deep, withdrew and thrust.
He shouted out, his growl partially smothered by her shoulder.His cock jerked inside her, and she felt the wetness of his semen.
She lifted her head, instinct telling her to lick the wound clean.She did so with delicate licks and heard the contented purr of her feline echoing through her mind.
Ellard cleaned her shoulder with quick licks, and each lave of his textured tongue sent a shudder through her.
Ellard, she thought, drowning in the pleasure.
Yes, kitten?
Ellard?
He smiled.I can hear you.
