She was wet, the fabric drenched with her sweetness. I needed to sink into it, to feel it coating me, owning me. I edged my fingers to her core and moved the fabric aside. Her folds were slick, hot. When my head teased her opening, she lifted her hips to me. Her magic grew brighter at the contact.
I hesitated. Did she want this? Had I gone too far?
It took every bit of strength in me not to plunge inside her, but I wouldn’t hurt her. Never.
Her eyes were glazed with desire as she looked up at me, her rosy lips bruised and plump.
“Elena, do you want—”
She thrust her hips up, and I sank into her with a groan. The magic surrounding us grew bright as the suns, blinding me. But I was already blinded by my need for the temptress beneath me.
I could hold back no longer and began moving inside her, sliding into her snug heat. She rocked her hips up to me again and again, clawing at my back and wrapping her legs around me. Her body was euphoric, addictive. I had never stopped wanting her; I never would.
I claimed her in a smooth rhythm and retook her mouth, stabbing my tongue inside her to mirror our lovemaking. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, and I wanted to lick off every drop.
Raising up on an elbow, I stared down at our joined bodies. We were perfect together, made for each other. I took her nipple into my mouth as she clutched my hair, squeezing until it hurt in the best possible way. Swirling my tongue around the rigid tip, I let my fangs graze her skin.
I took her thighs in my palms and pushed until she was spread, completely open to me. I had to see it all. Sitting back on my haunches, I plunged into her faster and faster, and took in her lidded eyes, surging breasts, and pink core. Her nub was desperately in need of attention. I would give it. Releasing one thigh, I ripped her panties away before pressing my thumb on her clit. She bucked, her gaze locked on me.
“Ah, gods,” I grated. “Look at me when you come.”
“Paris,” she breathed, the green of her eyes storm-tossed and needy.
She was panting as I rubbed my thumb over the tight little bud. The magic crackled even louder as she met my strokes with her own, rising to meet my thumb. She was getting close, her walls clamping down on me, her movements getting wilder. My cock begged for release, but I refused to give it. Not until she came, not until I satisfied her.
“I-I’m—”
I cut off her words by leaning down and sinking my fangs into her neck. She jerked beneath me, her sweet walls convulsing around me as she cried out. The magic in the air screamed, right along with Elena. Her blood poured over my tongue, coppery and sweet.
I wanted to make it last, to hold out until I’d made her come again and again, but she was too much. Her taste, her feel, everything was here for the taking.
My cock kicked inside her and lashed her with hot jets. I groaned into her neck as my release pounded through me. She milked me, her bliss continuing as I filled her with my seed and took her blood. I ground into her until I was spent.
I released her neck, licking the drops of blood that still escaped. She let out a small, high-pitched sound. I froze and rose up on my elbows.
“Did I hurt you?” I cursed myself. I should have gone slower.
She smiled, sultry and wanton. “No, my prince.”
Her words went straight to my cock, bringing it back to life. I gripped her hair. “You will ruin me, woman.”
A shadow crossed her eyes and then was gone. She ran her hand along my cheek and rested it there. “I only want to save you, you know?”
I didn’t understand the change in her. The sudden sadness. “I know. What do you mea—”
A noise came from the inner room.
Elena’s eyes widened. “Oh no. Shildreth!”
I came back to myself. We were in someone else’s home, making love on the living room floor. Elena scrambled out from beneath me, and I growled at the loss of her heat. Labored footsteps reached my ears, and I got to my knees, yanking my pants closed.
Elena dragged her shirt over her head and searched for her panties. It was no use; they were ruined. She gave me a cross look. I grinned and shrugged.
“Everything all right out there?” Thankfully, Shildreth hadn’t come all the way into the room.
“We’re fine,” Elena answered a bit too quickly.
“My lord, is that you?”
I coughed. “Yes, it’s me. Sorry to bother you, Shildreth.”
Shildreth laughed, a lovely wind chime sound. “No, it’s I who am sorry for bothering you. Carry on.” Her footsteps retreated.