Page 158 of A Legacy of the Light

Tavish chuckles darkly. “I’ll take my time with you. You can take me.” In a softer tone he adds, “But if you need to stop, you tell me, okay?”

I flick my eyes back up to his and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft in answer, my fingers barely touching.

With a flick of my tongue, I lick the tip. Gently, barely touching him. His grip tightens in my hair.

“Tease,” he repeats again.

I smile and wrap my lips around him, flattening my tongue on his underside and moving my mouth slowly down his length. I tighten my grip and pump my hand up to meet my mouth. I pick up the pace and cup his balls in my other hand, rolling them in my palm.

“Dhia,” he whispers and throws his head back. His throat bobs and the vein on his neck pulses as I take him deeper and pump him harder. Wetness floods my thighs as I watch him come undone with my touch.

“Enough,” he growls when I feel his balls draw tight. Tavish pulls me off him and throws me onto the bed. He kicks off his shoes and the pants gathered around his ankles and then lays his body over mine. We both groan at the feel of skin on skin and our lips meet in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and unrelenting want. I can taste myself on him, but it only adds fuel to the desire setting my body on fire.

He makes quick work of my bra and cups one of my breasts in his hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says before taking my other nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“I need you,” I whimper. I can’t take any more of this. My earlier denied orgasm, and seeing what I do to him, is pushing me beyond my limits.

“You’re coming on my tongue first, little warrior.” And he flips us so I straddle him.

In an impressive display of strength, he wraps his arms around my thighs, the muscle flexing with the movement, and pulls me so I hover over his face.

Tavish grins wickedly beneath me and pulls me down onto him. I throw my head back and give in to the pleasure he brings. He slides one hand up to roll and pull on my nipple and I grind down onto his tongue.

My orgasm builds quickly. “Don’t stop,” I urge.

“Come for me, Elsie.”

The first wave of release has me falling onto my hands above his head. I press down onto him harder, chasing every last wave of pleasure. Tavish moans as he tastes my come.

“Tavish!” I cry and he doesn’t stop, wringing every-thing out of me as I break and break and break.

I sit up, trying to catch my breath, and his eyes glow from between my legs. I climb off him and lie on my back, panting hard as I come down from the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Tavish settles between my legs, running himself along my core, holding himself back until I’m ready for him.

“Wait, what about birth control?” I ask. I have an implant in my arm, but I’m not sure if being here will have messed with it.

“I take a herb that Seelie use for contraception,” he replies.

I run my hands up his cut arms and shoulders, marveling at his beauty and the sheer size of him. When my eyes meet his again, the raw desire held there, held for me, has a fresh wave of need tightening my body for him.

I roll my hips up to meet his, causing the tip of his cock to dip inside me. His jaw tenses and he turns his head to the side. I glide my lips along his perfectly defined jawline until I reach his ear.

“Fuck me now, Prince,” I whisper.

Tavish’s breath leaves him in a harsh exhale as he slides into me inch by inch, letting my body adjust to the feel of him inside me. When his hips meet mine, he pauses for a moment.

I’m so full of need for him that my hips move of their own will, letting him know I’m okay. He starts a slow pace, driving in and out of me with deep strokes. My head rolls and Tavish growls against my neck, “Shit.”

I wrap my legs around him tighter as he finds his rhythm. I claw at his back and bite at any skin I can get close to, moans falling from my mouth every time he buries himself inside me.

He kisses me, prying my lips open and flicking his tongue against mine in time with his powerful strokes. He leans on his elbows, brushing his chest against mine, and the smattering of dark hair creates a beautiful friction against my skin.

He pushes harder, deeper, moaning my name and how beautiful I am between each breath. He’s worshipping me with his words and his body and I’ve never felt more powerful.