Page 157 of A Legacy of the Light

He continues down my stomach until he reaches the line of my underwear. “You know, I’ve thought about you writhing under my touch like that since the day I saw you in those ridiculous pajamas.”

“You said they were cute,” I reply, moving my hips in an attempt to get him to lower his fingers.

He ignores my retort and traces a finger back and forth across my stomach, goosebumps spreading in the wake of his movements.

“I’ve thought about what you will taste like when you come on my tongue,” he pants, and his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip, as if he’s enjoying the taste of me there. “What you will sound like when you break around my cock. What it will feel like to fill you.”

“Tavish, please,” I whimper. The touch of his fingers isn’t enough. I need more.

“I like it when you beg, Elsie.” He smiles wickedly as he finally slips his fingers past the waistline of my underwear and slides them off.

He grips my thighs and spreads me before him. My breath hitches in anticipation as he stares down at me. Tavish hisses between his clenched teeth, “So fucking perfect.” And lowers his head. The first swipe of his tongue against my clit is long and slow. Savoring me. He presses his tongue fully against me, just once, and groans. The deep rumble of his voice against my most sensitive parts sends a ripple of pleasure down my spine.

“Fuuuccckkkk,” I moan and try to move closer to him, needing more. His grip is too strong and I feel him smile against me as he licks again, and again, and again. Each pass of his tongue making me moan but not giving me nearly enough.

Sweat gathers at the bottom of my back, frustration burning hotter the longer he denies me. I grind harder against him, seeking more friction and pressure.

“Do you need more, my little warrior?”

The pet name coming from his lips makes a very primitive part of my brain stand to attention and answer with feral delight.

I cry out in a moan, unable to form the words.

He chuckles and slides a finger inside me. I fist the sheets and my back lifts off the bed. “Ahhh,” I moan.

“Hmmm, atta girl,” he praises on a moan that matches mine.

Tavish starts to move then, his finger sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. His tongue returns to my clit, giving me the pressure I need, and he adds another finger, pushing me closer to the edge of orgasm.

My body clenches around him and the pleasure starts to build. Tavish curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I’m panting hard between moans and my body undulates under his touch.

“Tavish, I’m going to . . . fuck . . . I’m gonna . . .”

Just as I’m about to fall over the shimmering edge of release, he stops. I snap my eyes open and growl at him.

“Not yet,” he replies with a smile and slides his fingers from me, licking them clean as I watch and pant.

“I’m wearing too many clothes, don’t you think?” He gestures down at himself.

I nod and move into a sitting position as he stands from the floor. I make quick work of his shirt and slide my hands down his chest and stomach, enjoying the dips and contours of his body, and the way his muscles twitch as my touch caresses him.

I kneel on the bed and look up at him as I plant kisses along his stomach. His skin is soft and warm and smells just like the woods after a rainstorm. It’s a call to my blood, and it sings in response.

He tenses as my mouth moves further down. I bite the edge of his pants and he chuckles above me. “Such a tease.”

“Oh you have no idea, Prince,” I purr.

His hand fists my ponytail and I confidently unbutton his pants and push them, and his underwear, down his thick thighs.

His cock springs free and my mouth waters. I have felt it pressed against me so many times, but seeing him for the first time is something else entirely.

He’s big. Bigger than I anticipated, and bigger than anyone I’ve been with before. His cock is long and hard and leaking with pre-come. I hesitate, not sure how he’s going to fit inside my body.

Tavish, sensing my slight shift in mood, strokes the back of his hand down my cheek. “Everything okay?”

“Yes . . . you’re just . . . really big,” I breathe.