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“Yes,” I moaned, the syllable one long sigh of pleasure. I tried to spread my legs wider for his tongue, only to be stopped by his legs astride mine. He smiled, pleased, then dragged hungry kisses over my jawline and neck.
“You’ll let me touch you?” he asked into the curve of my neck.
“Please, Your highness,” I begged. “Please, touch me.”
He sat up. My arms fell back to the mattress, then I immediately reached to set my palms on his strong thighs. Desperate for contact. There was a strange look in his eyes as he gazed down at me—I was sure I looked a mess, with my face hot with desire and hair splayed out on his dark pillow.
“Elias,” he said. He smoothed his hand over my thigh. “Right now, call me Elias.”
I parted my lips. He was so handsome like this, with sweat beading on his temples and his shirt undone at the top, revealing a tantalizing hint of tan skin and dark hair. For this moment, not the King of Frasia.
“Okay,” I said. “Elias.”
He bared his teeth, in a display of possessiveness that made me arch up toward him. Then he curled his fingers hard in the silk of my dress and pulled it up over my hips, so it was bunched up around my waist. He traced his fingertip over the hem of my undergarment, the delicate touch raising goosebumps in its wake.
His eyes met mine, as if in a question. I nodded, and then he hooked his fingertips under the hem and tugged my panties down.
My cheeks burned, and I fought the urge to snap my legs shut out of the sudden embarrassment and exposure, but that feeling dissipated as Elias growled low, then dropped his mouth open like he wanted to eat me. I’d never seen him look this animal, this desiring—not even when he was shifted. It made me burn hot all over. It made me want to touch and be touched. It made me want to give him everything.
“Gorgeous,” he rumbled low in his chest.
He shifted down on the bed, then maneuvered us so he was kneeling on the mattress between my knees—so my legs were spread wide. I was blushing so hard I could barely stand it. He ran his hand up my thigh, squeezing and massaging, then over my hip, then over my mons. So close to where I wanted him and yet he kept his touch just out of reach. I grasped his wrist desperately, and he glanced up, eyes gleaming playfully.
“Yes?” he teased.
“Please,” I said, uncaring of how needy I sounded. I’d never been so wound up—never been so wet in my life. “Please, touch me.”
That seemed to be what he wanted to hear. He pressed his palm firmly over my pussy, with heat and pressure, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure of it. Being held like that—it made me feel safe, and cherished, and I immediately needed more. He didn’t make me wait anymore. With his free hand, he pressed my hip down into the mattress, then dragged two fingers up my pussy, slow and luxurious, gathering the slickness there.
“Yes,” I sighed.
He set his teeth into his lower lip as he stroked me like that again, and again, running his fingers over my lips, the inner folds, but carefully avoiding my clit. Each touch made me shiver and shake, squirming on the mattress because I needed more, but I didn’t know what more was. He pressed his fingertip to my entrance, barely dipping inside, and my whole body clenched. Of course I’d touched myself, worked fingers deep inside and made myself come, but this already felt different. Overwhelming.
“No one’s touched you like this before,” Elias growled.
“Just me,” I sighed. “Please—”
“Next time,” he said, and it sounded like a promise.
I whined, low in my throat. I wanted him inside me, even if it was just one finger—wanted it so bad I couldn’t help but rock my hips down as if I could encourage him to change his mind.
He just laughed, low in his chest. “Suddenly so eager, my wolf.”
His. His. I swallowed down my moan of pleasure.
He withdrew his hands, and I was about to complain again—but then he slid down the bed. Until he was flat on his belly with his hands on my thighs. His face between my legs.
“Oh, gods,” I gasped, and threw one arm over my eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at him. I was already close, teetering on the brink just from being touched. And now he was going to do—that?
“Pretty thing,” he growled. His breath washed over my cunt and I swore it throbbed with desire. I became impossibly wetter, wet enough that I had to be dripping onto his fine sheets. He gripped my thighs and spread them wider. “Been dreaming of this.”
I flexed my thighs under his hands, just to feel how easily he pinned me in place. He kissed one thigh, then the other, then dragged the flat of his tongue up my inner thigh right to the crease of my hip.
“Elias,” I sighed, “Don’t tease.”
He laughed again, low and pleased. “I like it when you’re demanding.” Then he dragged the flat of his tongue over my cunt.
The sensation was so overwhelming, it was like I’d been plunged into a hot spring. I cried out, hips rocking as I searched out more sensation. I’d never felt anything like it, never anything so hot, wet, and perfect, sending pleasure rolling through me like waves. He licked me again and again, slow, languid movements of his tongue like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his life. He kept one hand on my thigh, keeping my legs spread, then grabbed my wrist where my hand was fisted in the sheets.
