so that my ass rubs against his hips. I moan at the feel of his hard cock beneath his tights. One of his arms wraps around my breasts, holding me against his chest, the other slips between my legs to touch me.
Whimpering as soon as his fingers make contact with my already wet center, I writhe as he growls against my neck before he lifts his head, his jaw touching my temple.
“Wet already, my queen?”
Turning my head, I touch my mouth to the underside of his jaw. “Always for you,” I breathe.
It’s true. He just has to look at me, and I want him. I don’t know if it’s because of the binding spell Godiva put on us, or the prophecy, or if I just plain want this man with everything that I am, but I don’t really care, because he always makes me feel so damn good.
His fingers begin to stroke between my legs, taking his time and building me up slowly. “I’m going to take you from behind, looking at your backside, it’s a sight I don’t think I’ll ever tire of, sweeting.”
I tremble in his arms, my knees almost giving out completely. “Then, you’ll ride me. I don’t think I will ever tire of your charms either,” he grunts.
“But first?” I whisper against his jaw, biting him playfully as my hips jerk against his touch.
“First, I am going to taste you. I want your release on my tongue. I want you to spread yourself for me while I lick the sweetness between your legs.”
I don’t know how he makes every single dirty thing that he says sound sexy, but he does. “Please,” I shamelessly beg.
He laughs softly, then he releases me. “On the edge of the bed, Sybilla.”
Elias doesn’t have to tell me twice, I pretty much sprint to the side of his bed and without a single hesitation, I place my feet on the wooden rail and spread my legs as wide as I can. Modesty is not something that I possess in this moment.
Reaching my hand between my legs, I use two fingers and spread myself for him. He grunts, and I bite the bottom of my lip as I watch him disrobe for me.
“I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so breathtaking in my life, sweeting.” I snort, not believing his sweet honey-coated words. He shakes his head. “You misinterpret me,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between us and sinks down to his knees between my spread thighs.
His eyes dip down to my offered center, then lift back up to meet mine. “Your body is indeed beautiful, Sybilla. But the way that you freely offer it to me, opening completely and without reservation. The way you trust me with your flesh, that is breathtaking.”
Tears fill my eyes, his words being far too sweet and yet, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. For a man who claims not to be able to love, he’s sure full of beautifully tender words that could make the most reluctant woman fall head over heels in love with him in an instant.
“No more talking,” I croak.
He grins, his eyes turning indigo in an instant. He leans forward, his mouth just centimeters from my center, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “I quite agree, sweeting, no more talking. Keep yourself open for me, Sybilla. I want to taste all of you.”
No more words are spoken. There are only gasps from me, and moans from him that travel throughout my entire body as he fully enjoys tasting me. Lifting my hips, they jerk beneath his ministrations and I am unable to stay still as he ravishes me.
He buries his face against my pussy, his tongue flicking, fucking, his lips sucking me with an abandon that I have never experienced before. My head falls back as I climb closer toward my release, my thighs shaking and threatening to close around his head in an attempt to keep him there forever.
“Yes,” I cry as I topple over the edge into the abyss and I come. “Elias.”
My chest rises and falls quickly as I attempt to catch my breath. My entire body trembles, but Elias doesn’t stop. He laps at me until he’s done exactly what he said he would, tastes all of me, every single drop.
When he lifts his face from between my legs, I feel heat in my cheeks at the sight of my wetness shimmering against his short beard. Reaching forward, I try to wipe it away,