The Priestess and the Thief Kindred Tales 30 - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,46

me the way you were at Supper tonight?”

“Touch your breasts, you mean?” His eyes glowed faintly with lust in the dimness and his big hand hovered just above her chest.

“Yes.” Elli pressed her breasts up eagerly—shamelessly—moaning as the tight peaks of her nipples brushed against his palm.

“Of course I can, sweetheart—if you really want me to,” he murmured.

“I do,” Elli admitted. “I really do.”

“I will, then,” he promised. “But only over your nightdress so you don’t feel guilty later.”

Guilt was the last thing on Elli’s mind at the moment. As Roke began to stroke and tug her nipples, she continued sliding her fingertips around and around her secret spot. She felt like there was a wire deep inside her belly—a wire that was getting wound tighter and tighter and in a minute it was going to snap.

Elli wasn’t sure if the wire snapping would be a good thing or a bad thing but she did know she couldn’t stop now. She felt compelled to keep going as the pleasure climbed higher and higher, building to some unbearable height.

“Roke,” she gasped as she writhed under his touch. “Oh Roke, I feel…feel so close to…to something.”

“Coming. You’re close to coming, sweetheart,” he rumbled reassuringly. “It’s all right—just go with it. Just let yourself come and have that release we talked about.”

“I…I don’t know—Ahhh!” Elli gasped. For the wire inside had finally snapped and she felt as though every muscle in her body was clenching with unbearable pleasure at once. “Oh! Oh, Roke!” she cried, bucking against her own fingers below and his above, which were still teasing her nipples. “Oh Goddess, it feels so good!”

“Of course it does. It’s supposed to.” Leaning down, he captured her mouth in a long, hot kiss.

Elli kissed him back passionately. She had never felt such pleasure before—and never felt so close to another person. It was as though she had been locked out of a beautiful land for years and then Roke had come along with the key and opened the door to let her into it.

“Ohhhh…” She sighed. The pleasure was ebbing now, though little tingles and sparks still ran through her. She was finding that her secret spot was more sensitive than ever—almost too sensitive to touch.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand from between her legs. To her surprise, Roke caught her by the wrist.

“May I taste your juices, little priestess?” he growled softly, nodding down at her fingers which were still wet with her honey.

“Oh, I…I guess so,” Elli said blankly. She wasn’t sure why he would want to do such a thing but if he really wished to…

Roke sucked her small fingers into his hot mouth, lapping carefully as though he wanted to get every last drop. At last, when her fingers were completely clean, he let them slip from between his lips.

“Fucking delicious,” he growled and then leaned down to kiss Elli again, feeding her the taste of her own honey on his tongue.

To Elli’s surprise, it was delicious. Moaning, she kissed him back eagerly and would have done more if Roke hadn’t pulled back.

“Enough, sweetheart.” His voice was hoarse with lust. “Scoot over and let me out for a minute, will you? I need to visit the fresher.”

“You do?” Rather reluctantly, Elli moved over to let him out of the sleeping alcove. She had thought by the way he was kissing her that he might teach her even more about enjoying her own body.

But the big warrior seemed to be in something of a hurry.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he murmured, giving her another swift kiss.

Then he was gone, leaving Elli to lie back on the mattress as the pleasure ebbed gently away, leaving a sleepy heaviness and a surprising peacefulness in its wake.

Twenty-Four

Gods, how he wanted her!

The minute Roke made it to the fresher and closed the door, he ripped down his sleep trousers and fisted his aching shaft. Then, with the sounds of Ellilah’s soft cries of pleasure echoing in his ears and the taste of her honey on his lips, he stroked himself until he came.

The orgasm was a rough one—it was ripped out of him as jet after hard jet of seed shot from the tip of his cock. Roke braced himself with one hand against the stone wall as it shook him to the core.

Gods, if only the curvy little priestess wasn’t so damn alluring in her innocent pleasure! But she was, damn it! So much so that he’d been forced to get away from