In answer, I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled softly, helping me with the task until his chest was bare. His skin was lightly tanned, smooth and warm under my palms. I traced the contours of his muscles, fascinated by how different he felt from Mistral, Gabriel, or Sebastian. He and Sebastian might have been similar in build, but there was something different about elves and their earthy, spring-like magic.
Crispin moved his hands from my back to slide up my breasts, the cool air of the cottage kissing my skin where his warmth had been. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me gasp into his mouth.
“You’re wonderful,” he murmured against my skin as he lowered his head to kiss the curve of my neck, then lower still.
I arched into him as his lips found my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple. I tugged at his shirt, unbuttoned but still over his arms, needing to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just enough to help me remove it, then returned to me, his bare chest warm against my own.
My fingers traced the lean muscles of his shoulders and back as he laid me down on the nest of blankets. His weight pressed me into the soft bedding as he continued his exploration of my body with his lips and hands. I felt his magic flowing into me with each touch, healing and energizing me while simultaneously driving me to want more of him.
“I’ve wanted this,” he confessed, his voice rough. “Just us. At least once.” When his fingers brushed the swell of my breasts again, I arched into his touch. I watched his face, mesmerized by the way his eyes darkened with desire as he explored my body.
“Spectacular,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth again. The warm, wet heat of his tongue made me moan, my fingers tangling in his hair. His magic pulsed between us, intensifying the sensation until I was trembling in his arms.
I jolted as he plucked at the button on my jeans, then he pushed down the zipper. He had to sit back to pull them off of me, and fortunately he had removed my boots while I was unconscious so we wouldn’t be dealing with that extra distraction. My need was something alive. Consumed with magic and the bond between us.
I tugged at his belt, eager to feel more of him. He helped me, unfastening his pants and pushing them down his hips. Crispin’s eyes never left me, his gaze hungry and appreciative.
When we were both naked, he sat back again, pulling me into his lap until our bodies were flush against each other. The moonlight glow that had been dancing across our skin intensified, casting the small cottage in a silvery luminescence. His hardness pressed against my inner thigh, and I shifted my hips, desperate for more contact.
“Eva,” he breathed, his hands gripping my waist. “Do you want—”
I cut him off by reaching between us, wrapping my fingers around his length. He groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him slowly.
“More than anything,” I whispered, sitting up on my knees as I guided him to my entrance.
His eyes met mine as I sank down onto him. We both gasped at the sensation of being joined so completely. The moonlight between us flared bright enough to make the shadows in the corners of the cottage disappear entirely. His magic flowed into me, creating a current of electricity that danced across my skin. I rocked my hips, gasping as that inner tension built, his fingersdigging into the flesh of my hips. The golden cord between us pulsed with each groan, his hands guiding me in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Then he looped one arm more firmly around my lower back, lifting us both as he got to his knees. Staying inside me, he laid me back on the blankets. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
The fullness of him stretching me sent waves of pleasure through my body. I gasped, arching my back as he began to move, each thrust sending ripples of magic coursing deep into me.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his pace increasing. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
I couldn’t answer, lost in the sensation of it all. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me. The golden cord connecting us shimmered in my mind, pulsing with each movement of our bodies.
“I can feel you,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Your magic, your emotions... everything.”
I lifted my head, capturing his mouth with mine as we moved together. I could feel his emotions too—the desire, the connection, but also something deeper, more vulnerable.
When his hands moved to cup my breasts, I groaned, bucking my hips upward, disrupting his steady rhythm and making him shudder.
“Eva,” he breathed against each renewed thrust. I could feel his emotions mixing with mine—desire, tenderness, and a fierce protectiveness that made my heart swell.
Crispin changed his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made me cry out. My nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built at my core.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough. “Let me feel you.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. The moonlight patterns on our skin swirled faster as our movements became more urgent. I felt myself climbing higher, the tension building until I thought I might shatter.
He pressed his mouth to mine, swallowing my moans as his pace increased, bringing me to the trembling edge of release.
“Let go,” he whispered against my mouth, his voice rough. “I’ve got you.”
His hand slid between us, his fingers finding that sensitive spot that made me cry out. The combination of his touch and his magic pushing me higher was too much. I shattered around him, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure.
Crispin followed me over the edge, his own release triggered by mine. With one final shudder he slumped over me, our hearts racing together.
As the moonlit glow faded, he buried his face in my neck, breathing me in. Against my skin he said, “Do you feel any better?”
