Page 112 of Journey to the Elderoak
He rubbed back and forth, creating the perfect friction. She reached down and palmed him over his own pants. A groan slipped from his lips as she slid her hand lower and gripped his length.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered against his mouth as she reached for his buttons.
He caught her wrist. “Not yet. Let me take care of you tonight.”
Letting go, his hand slipped under her tunic, squeezing her hip as he worshiped her neck with his lips. His fingers skimmed along the waistband of her trousers, taunting her as he moved beneath the fabric. Lower and lower, he reached between her legs as his teeth grazed her shoulder.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slid his finger through her slick arousal, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She leaned her head back and released a whimper as he continued.
A finger slipped inside her and she gasped as he curled it toward him and claimed her mouth again in an urgent kiss. Headded another and she moaned as his thumb found her clit and circled it in time with the pumping of his fingers.
She never wanted this to end. Wanted to strip naked and lead him to the bedroom, spending all night with him inside of her. The only thing stopping her was his shoulder, knowing he’d refuse until they were both healthy enough to let go.
“Please,” she pleaded, as she clung to his tunic.
“Please what?” he said, licking and nibbling her earlobe.
“Please,” she barely got out. “Don’t…stop…”
“Never.” His eyes roved over her face, greedily watching her expression.
He continued his rhythm, the slow buildup of her release nearing with every second. She bucked her hips, grinding onto his hand shamelessly as he continued his perfectly timed movements. Sensing her release was near, he increased his speed and her legs almost gave out at the sensation of being so close to the edge.
“Hold onto me,” he growled into her ear.
His voice sent shivers through her and she gripped his neck as she teetered on the precipice, catching him watching her. A slight increase in pressure sent her tumbling over the edge, waves of pleasure sending tingles along her skin.
“Let go, princess,” he whispered with reverence.
She cried out, closing her eyes as heat exploded through her, desperately pulling him closer. Tremors racked her legs as she fought to keep herself upright, her soul on fire. He slowed his pace, continuing to work her through the last of her climax as she trembled against him.
Pulse racing, she could barely catch her breath as she met his gaze. Removing his hand from her pants, he kissed her gently. Tenderly.
She broke the kiss and stroked his hair. “Sleep in my room tonight.”
He shook his head. “If I do, I won’t be able to control myselfand I need both arms to do what I want to do.” She swallowed and stared at him. “And I need to go to bed right now before I lose complete control.”
“What if I want you to lose control?” she asked.
“Tomorrow. After the ball.” He pressed his lips to her brow before he reluctantly walked to his room. “Goodnight, princess.”
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Ava was awoken by a light knock at her bedroom door. It was early, the sun peeking above the trees, and she groaned and pulled the covers over her head, attempting to ignore the wake-up call. Titus snuggled under the covers with her, obviously trying to get more sleep as well.
Someone’s knocking,Luna said, stretching at the foot of Ava’s bed.
“I know. Maybe they’ll go away. I don’t want to get up yet. I’m so damn tired.”
The knock sounded again.
Answer it. They’re waking me up too.
Ava rolled her eyes.
“Come in,” she called, assuming it was her attendant. She lay there, surrounded by the plush bedding calling her back to sleep, and pulled the comforter down.
