She’s missed that sound. She’s missed the feel of him inside her. She’s missedhim.
She trails her fingers between her breasts, dragging his eyes lower.
She keeps going, fingers following the honed curve of her stomach, until she reaches lower still.
Her fingers fall to the apex of her thighs, instantly adding firm pressure and friction against her clit.
An appreciative rumble moves through Kael’s chest. “Godsdamned perfect,” he says, eyes rolling back in bliss.
“Don’t look away, my love. I want you to see how I come undone for you,” Elyssara moans, the sound all velvet and victory.
She rolls her hips faster, letting her climax build now. Kael’s rough, calloused hands grip her hips again, rocking them so she can take him full and deep.
She strokes her clit in the steady rhythm she likes, and pleasure pools low in her belly.
“Come for me,” Kael encourages, his own restraint heartbeats from snapping.
A moan tears free from her lips. Ecstasy colliding with healing.
Kael’s biceps bulge with the effort of supporting her ass and hips, the veins cutting through muscle only serving Elyssara more.
Her pleasure begins to bloom outwards, slow, steady. Her lips part in breathy moans, her breasts bouncing with the fervor of Kael’s grip, her grind.
“Just like that, my love,” Kael pants, eyes raking over her, taking every inch of her in.
And they move.
Grinding.
Gripping.
Grinding.
Gripping.
His grip tightens, digging into the flesh of her ass, resisting his bliss. He always pleases her first. Always holds himself back for her pleasure.
But she’s tired of his restraint. Tired of him leashing himself. Tired of his permanent control.
She doesn’t want him to resist. Or rest. She wants him toreturn.
To come home to her.
So she moves her body upright, placing her hands over his and gripping hard, locking herself in place.
She spreads her knees wider, taking in the final inch of him.
A rough sigh grinds from his throat.
That’s when she knows she’s won.
She feels the exact moment he breaks for her.
The exact moment restraint stops being stronger than need.
So she ruins him with two words: “Fill me.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his body at her whim. His heart in her hands.
