Page 160 of A Legacy of the Light

Eventually, I drift off to sleep. The warmth and comfort of Tavish’s body against mine, and the rhythm of his hands in my hair, lulls me into a restful oblivion.

When I open my eyes a few hours later, darkness is starting to fall outside and Tavish is kissing my neck behind me.

“Hello, sleepy head,” he whispers.

I roll over in his arms and hitch my leg around his hip. He grips me behind the knee and anchors me closer to him as he kisses and bites me.

“Something on your mind, Prince?” I tease, gripping his hair and leaning into his touch.

“Hmmm,” he purrs.

“Care to share?” I ask, tilting my chin higher so he can run those sinful lips across my collar bone.

“I’d rather show you,” he replies and rolls us so my knees brace either side of his hips. I lean down to kiss him, my hair falling in a light curtain around us.

Tavish gently tucks one side behind my ear and grips my hip in the other hand. I grind against his growing cock and take the lead.

I tease him with my mouth and tongue, reminding him exactly what I can do with them as I kiss him. Before long, he’s fisting my hair at the nape of my neck.

“Fuck me, Elsie. Please, fuck me,” he pleads. The need in his voice sends white-hot desire racing through my body. No one has made me feel the way he does.

“Now who’s begging,” I retort as I slide my lips down his neck, over his pecs, to his stomach. I run my tongue down his abs, savoring every dip in his perfectly defined body. I smile at up him before taking his shaft into my mouth.

There’s no teasing him this time. I work my mouth and hand together, sucking and licking while he writhes for me.

“Dhia! Elsie, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come down your throat.”

I smile around him, increase my pace, and tighten my grip around his base.

“Fuck, fuck, fucckkkkk,” he pants, grasping the sheets around him in a white-knuckled grip.

Warm liquid runs down the back of my throat and I take everything he gives me. When he’s finished, I lift off him and look into the depths of his eyes, wipe the corners of my mouth, and swallow his release.

He sits up suddenly and takes my hips in his hands and lifts me so I straddle him again.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says and angles his still hard cock at my entrance.

“You’re still hard?” I breathe.

“Perks of being Seelie,” he replies and slides me onto him and we both groan as he fills and stretches me. “So wet for me already, little warrior.” Tavish’s smile is deviant and I can’t stop my body from moving.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Ride me until you come all over me.”

And so I do.

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Two hours and three orgasms later, I’m not sure I’m capable of walking anymore.

Tavish has been in the bathroom for a while cleaning himself up. He’s probably in the shower. I’m too spent to give a shit. But I should probably shower myself. The smell of sex is all over me. We tried to go slow the last time we fucked, but eventually we gave into the animalistic desire that consumes us.

That thought makes me smile as I throw my legs off the edge of the bed. I stand and stretch my arms above my head.

“Beautiful.” A quiet whisper comes from the bathroom door. I turn and look at him, expecting to find him wrapped in a towel and wet from a shower. He’s still naked, completely dry, and his eyes trail my body hungrily as I stand bare before him. I look at him in confusion and he smiles back at me.

“I was coming to get you,” he replies in answer to the expression on my face. Tavish offers me a hand and I take a moment to admire his naked form, as he eyed me. As my gaze dips to the V of his stomach, and lower, his semi-hard dick twitches.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he growls. “Unless you want me to bend you over the bed and have you screaming my name again.”