No, there’s no cure for what I have. And no, I won’t even look for one, in case it’s out there.
Loving Elowyn is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
She’s all I’ve ever wanted.
The heated glances she scalds me with. The sting from having her fingers yank on my hair when I eat her out.
There isn’t a second I’m not hard for her.
Then there’s that sweet side to her, to us. Having Elowyn tangled between the sheets, at my mercy, laughing as I tickle her, it’s everything.
And I’m lucky enough to both appreciate that love and keep it safe. After I visited Barclay, it seems I scared him off. He hasn’t made a peep the entire week.
A rap on the door steals my attention. Heat swarms through my body when I sense who’s there.
My soul recognizes hers instantly.
“Little moon.” I turn to Elowyn, finding the most beautiful creature standing in the doorway.
My eyes devour the curves of her bare legs before sliding up her body. My cock jerks as I appreciate the way she’s wrapped in one of my shirts. How right it looks on her.
When I reach her face… Fuck me. The sight steals my breath, same as always.
Her eyes and lips are a little puffy. Cheeks still flushed from the night. Her hair is mussed, long blonde locks draping over her shoulders. My hand itches to wrap around them, to hold and pull.
Then my heart warms as I take in the bigger picture.
This whole scene is domestic. Perfect. Ours.
An ache twists inside me the longer I look at her. I want more mornings like this. A lifetime of them. But…
What if tomorrow all of this disappears?
Nonsense. I shove the thought aside. Elowyn isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I.
That’s a guarantee.
“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” She eviscerates the last of my doubts with that sultry voice. The devious sway of her hips as she walks up to me. “I missed you.”
My sweet, shy, and no-longer-virginal Elowyn is seducing me.
It’s working.
My cock thickens in my jeans. A furious pulse drums between my legs.
By the time she’s there, less than a foot away, I’m not myself anymore.
With a hand curled around her throat, I yank Elowyn in for a rough kiss. I nip at her lip, my tongue spearing into that mouth I can’t get enough of.
She tastes like mint. Like mine.
The moan she can’t stop completely unravels me. Growling, I grab a round ass cheek beneath her shirt and mold it in my hand.
At the sound of another moan, I bury my fingers even deeper into her flesh.
Starved for more of her, my mouth travels south, over the delicate line of her jaw. Her neck. I slide my hand to that soft hair, wind it in my fist, and tug.
This way, more of her neck is offered up to me. I don’t waste a second, suck on her sensitive skin, lingering at the crook, drawing shivers from Elowyn.
