I don’t answer him this time—Ijust keep my focus onElowen.Onthe way her fingers curl slightly in the grass…on the way her chest rises and falls.
On the way she looks at me like she’s not entirely sure what’s about to happen…but trusts me anyway.
Seeing that look in her eyes twists my heart.Iwant to be worthy of her trust—Iwant to make her feel good, not just fulfill the sacrifice that little leaf person claimed was needed.
I know she’s never been tasted before, andIknow she’s shy…Ijust hopeIcan make this good for her.
40
ELOWEN
Theron has me lying on a bed of soft moss beneath the ancientGrandfatherTree, its massive trunk sheltering us from the dappled forest light.Myrobe lies spread open beneath me like a white altar cloth, baring my naked body to the cool woodland air and his heated gaze.Itmakes me feel like some kind of sacrifice, but in a good way, if that makes sense.
Leaves rustle overhead, birdsong trills sweetly, the scent of pine and wildflowers drift around us.I’mnervous—Goddess, so nervous—but the witch’s curse burns hot between my thighs, making my pussy swell and ache with shameful need.I’venever been tasted before…never let anyone come this close.
Theron kneels between my legs, horns curving elegantly, his tattoos shimmering like liquid obsidian across his bare chest and arms.Hissilver eyes drink me in—my full breasts and nipples like tight peaks…the fiery red curls guarding my most secret place.
“You’re fucking exquisite,” he murmurs, his deep voice a velvet rumble.“Letme worship you, little priestess.”
He lowers himself slowly, caging me gently with his arms, and claims my mouth first.Hislips are firm yet tender, tongue sweeping in to dance with mine—slow, deep kisses that steal my breath, tasting of hot cinnamon.
I moan into him, fingers threading his dark hair, body arching to meet his as the heat blooms between my thighs.I’mso glad he’s kissing me first—Iwas afraid he would just dive in between my legs.Asmuch as the curse is riding me,Istill need some warmup for this, sinceI’venever done it before.
“Beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, trailing kisses down my jaw…my throat…my chest.
His mouth finds my breast, hot breath teasing my nipple before his lips close around it.Hesuckles gently at first, his hot tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, drawing a gasp from me.
“Such perfect tits… so responsive,” he rumbles.“Goodgirl—just let me suck them.:”
“Oh,Theron…”Imoan, my back arching as he lavishes attention on both of them—licking, sucking, nipping lightly until sparks dance through me.Heswitches from one nipple to the other, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling the wet peaks.
Pleasure pools warm in my belly, my pussy clenching with need.
He kisses lower, lips brushing my ribs, my quivering stomach.Whenhis tongue dips into my belly button, swirling playfully,Igiggle—breathless and surprised.
“Theron!”Igasp.
He looks up at me, a little smile curving the corner of his mouth and his silver eyes half-lidded with lust.
“Ticklish, baby?”
“Maybe a little,”Iadmit.
“ThenI’llmove on.”
His kisses continue downward, feather-light over my hips, thumbs stroking my inner thighs until his mouth is hovering over my mound, his hot breath ghosting my curls.
I tense, legs squeezing tight instinctively, feeling nervous, exposed.Noone’s seen me this close…and certainly no one has ever tasted methere.
Theron looks up, his eyes filled with hunger and desire.
“Trust me like you did last night, baby.Openfor me.”
Reminding me thatItrusted him before helps me to trust him again.He’snever hurt me—never taken more thanI’mwilling to give.Ido trust him,Irealize—Itrust him utterly.
Slowly, thighs trembling,Ipart for him—my pussy bared and glistening, my clit peeking swollen and needy from between my lips.
“Good girl,”Theronbreathes.“Sucha good girl to open for me and let me taste your sweet little pussy.”
