His grip on her hips tightened deliciously, but still, he didn’t move away. Didn’t try to put space between them. If anything, he pulled her closer, something made evident by the hardness she felt suddenly pressing insistently against her thigh.
Elyria pressed back.
Turns out, it wasn’t a particularly thick towel.
Cedric groaned. “If you think this is going to get me tostopthinking about you, I fear you are sorely mistaken, my lady.”
She grinned, then stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing his earlobe. “Only one way to find out,my lord.”
Cedric shivered, and Elyria felt it echo down the bond between them, a flash of light in her chest that stole the breath from her lungs. Her shadows burst forth, whispering around his ankles, winding up his calves, just firm enough to urge him into motion.
His fingers dug into her skin hard enough to make her gasp as, together, they moved away from the dresser. Cedric stumbled slightly, his heels scraping against the floor as Elyria walked him back, step by step, until his knees hit the edge of his mattress.
He fell onto his bed with a grunt, propping himself up on one elbow, watching Elyria with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape.
With a smirk, she crawled on top of him, sliding over his lap, her legs falling to either side of him, shadows trailing behind her like silken ribbons of pure night.
He made an effort to sit up, tried to run a hand up her thigh, but she caught his wrist, pinning it above his head with a flick of shadow.
“Ah, ah,” she chided, her free hand splayed on his chest, urging him down until his back hit the mattress once more.
Cedric squirmed in protest, but she held firm. His gaze never left hers, even as his breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling beneath her palm.
“Now, hands to yourself, Sir Knight,” she murmured, releasing his wrist. “Don’t make me use these.” She inclined her head at the bedposts to the left and right, where her shadowy ribbons were winding up the wooden posts.
He fisted the sheets on either side of him, andElyria gave a single roll of her hips, delighting in the friction between them. Even more delightful was the low groan that escaped him, a desperate sound that made Elyria’s core tighten in response.
She leaned forward, breathing in his charred sandalwood scent as she pressed her lips above his collarbone, planting a kiss over the mark there. He hissed a breath, his body going taut, as her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of his skin, the heat of him.
The tether in Elyria’s chest shimmered as her hand glided down his torso, teasing along the planes of hard muscle, until she reached the place where the V-shaped groove disappeared beneath his towel.
Eyes narrowing with challenge, Elyria slid off Cedric—off the bed entirely—her knees hitting the ground as she deftly untucked the towel from around his waist.
“Elyria, I?—”
She let out a hum of appreciation as she unwrapped his impressive—and impressively hard—length. She trailed a lazy hand down his shaft before wrapping her fingers around it, a coiling sensation pulsing behind her navel as he twitched in her hand.
Cedric’s entire body jerked as he propped himself up on both elbows, something like awe in his voice when he breathed her name. “What are you doing?”
“Is that a real question?” She gave him a feline smile. “I was there this morning. I know you know what you’re doing when it comes to...” She bowed her head and placed a gentle kiss on his tip, then licked away the bead of moisture that had already formed there.
He tasted like sunlight and power and safety and?—
“Four fucking—” His voice broke, head tilting back.
Mine, said that voice in her head, and her shadows writhed in agreement.
Elyria didn’t think now was the time to argue with herself.
“I rather like the sight of you like this,” she said, and damn it all if the way his fists clutched the bedsheets didn’t stoke something feral in her. Her own grip around him tightened in response, and he released a ragged moan. “Now, remember: no touching, Sir Knight. It’s my turn.”
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GOOD BOY
CEDRIC
Stars above,she was perfect.
