A shiver runs through him, and I swear his eyes gleam when they meet mine. He scrubs the remaining blood from my body, being extra gentle over my breasts. Then he lowers his head to my ribs. “Looks like you need a bit more healing.”
His tongue swirls up my side. But he doesn’t stop. Elix caresses a globe, then glides up and over my nipple.Goosebumps prickle my chest, tightening my buds. Elix heaves a breath, steadies himself, and drags his tongue over my breast with hungry affection.
No one’s ever touched me with such desire or sent such sizzling waves through my body.
Elix toys with my other breast as he suckles the first. I’m caged inside his brawny arms and legs, bare and raw in the heat of his affection. He shifts his weight, his powerful, green body slinking over me like an animal stalking prey, muscles taut and bulging, primed for action.
His hands work downward, washing and rinsing my stomach, thighs, back, all while his lips tease my breasts.
He wants me?
His kisses trail affectionately down my stomach to my hips. He sweeps his nose across my panties and tears them off with his teeth. Then he gingerly slips his fingers into my folds and washes me.
An unexpected burst of pleasure makes me gasp. The shower feels unsteady, like my thumping heart. I’m not sure my body is ready for this. But his touch feels too good to ask him to stop.
After a kiss to my neck, Elix slinks down to my hips, where he nuzzles his nose into my delicate flesh. He nudges my clit as he draws me closer. Elix inhales me deeply. The rush of air against my pussy in the hot water is a mind-crushing sensation and makes me slick with anticipation.
Wrapping his arms under my hips, he braces himself between my thighs and licks my opening with slow, penetrating motions.
When he plunges his tongue into me with force, a hot scourge of thought-shattering lust rips through me. My pussy clenches around his tongue without my consent. I ride the swelling high, breathless, and hear him rumble a satisfying note.
Elix’s body sways as he strains to reach deeper into me. My hips hang in the cradle of his sculpted arms as he massages my clit with a thumb, his other hand snaking up and finding a nipple to tease. The euphoric sensations he evokes blend into a glittering mass that whites out my vision. Elix pushes his tongue deeper, licking me like I’m a once-in-a-lifetime dessert.
His body heats between my legs.
“Elix.” I try to pull him up to me, wanting him to drive his cock into me, whatever the hell it looks or feels like. But he growls and sways his mouth over my opening. I think he’s sayingnobut doesn’t want to lean back long enough to actually say it.
How did we go from being distant friends to this?
Elix flattens his tongue against my aching slit, caressing me in one long lick.
Ooh, fuck.
The tension in my core grows in an addicting high.
He circles his tongue over my nub as he slips a long finger inside of me.
“Please,” I protest, my depths begging to be filled with him.
He growls again, but louder this time, so that I can feel it in his tongue, while he savors me from the inside out.
My ecstasy rockets. I strain for air, not sure I’m ready to let him see me break under his power. But he is in command, and when he flicks my entrance with the tip of his tongue, then dips a second finger inside, I arch under the exquisite strain of accepting him. Elix promptly withdraws his fingers and thrusts his tongue deep, sending a molten wave out from my belly into every corner of my body.
I buck onto his tongue, unable to control myself. Elix grunts and binds my hips to his face until I’m surehecan’t breathe. He plunges into me as I climax and clench around him until I have nothing left to give, and my body melts in his arms.
He rests me back on the floor and braces himself, panting. As I catch my breath, Elix sits back on his heels and washes his face, hair, chest, and arms.
As my euphoria fades, I realize what happened and become a wreck of emotions in a limp body, unable to lift myself. I’m embarrassed, tired, helpless without him, and I’ve just given him a way to overpower me any time he wants. “Elix—”
He crawls over me, brushes the hair from my eyes, and kisses my forehead. “Yes?”
“Why?”
I want to knot up into an all and hide my body from him, not because of him but because of instinct. Because of my father. More so because of his men. But also because we are friends, and I don’t want to lose the few I have.
He must read the doubt in my eyes because Elix lifts my hand, presses a kiss into my palm, and then guides my fingers to his stomach. Hot waves pulse from his middle like a violent single heartbeat. “I wanted to. My core wants this. I will do anything for you.”
I’m expecting him to be like people he’s not. When I clear away the betrayals I’ve endured and look at him apart from everyone else, I see it, feel it. His core is hot because of me. He wants me, not as a fling—as a mate.
