Page 77 of Sun Elves of Ardani

His hands moved to her backside, lifting her against him. She waited, uncertain. She knew his cock must have been only inches away from where she was sitting, but she didn’t feel it yet. The suspense was killing her.

“Now what?” she said.

“That depends on what you want.”

“What about what you want?”

“I want what you want.”

“I want you.”

He smiled. “Say that again.”

She flexed her legs, spreading herself even wider, and shamelessly rubbed herself against him again. “I want you,” she breathed.

He hoisted her out of the water and laid her down on a broad rock sticking up beside the shore. He lifted himself over her, splashing water on stone.

She could see his stiff cock now, and she thought he would enter her right away. Instead, he lowered one hand to her stomach. His fingers skimmed over her skin, and his touch felt so much like sparks that she looked down to be sure he wasn’t using magic. She was shivering slightly, and now she couldn’t be sure if it was from her nerves or a chill.

“You’re nervous again,” he said.

She was afraid to answer. She was, but she didn’t want to be. She wanted him so badly it hurt. Her loins were pulsing with need. She wanted all of him, and she wanted to give him all of herself. She wanted to feel him inside her.

“I don’t want to do anything wrong,” she said.

“It’s impossible to do it wrong. Think of it as a game. We’re only entertaining ourselves. There are no rules. No expectations.”

“That’s not true at all. And games have rules.”

“Well, this one doesn’t.” His thumb trailed over the inside of her thigh. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

She tried, though it was hard when his hand was hovering so close to her sex. “I’m relaxed,” she lied.

He dipped a finger into her slick heat, and instantly her entire body went tense again. The flesh between her legs was so hot that, for once, his warm skin felt cold. He stroked lightly over her.

“If you’re enjoying it, tell me,” he said softly. “Remember?” More fingers pressed against her, luxuriating in her wetness. He slid over a particularly sensitive spot, and her hips jumped.

Already she could barely speak. “I—I’m enjoying it. Oh, gods…”

“Alas, I am not a god. Though you may call me one, if you wish.”

“You’re not a god, no matter what you may believe. You’re just an ass.”

His finger slipped inside her.

She gasped. “Oh—that’s—that’s good.”

“How good?”

She wanted to be annoyed that he was fishing for praise, but it felt too good. All she could think about was how much she needed more. “Very—very good.”

As if offering a reward for the admission, he pressed another finger into her tight entrance and hooked it deep inside her beside the first. His palm ground against her, gripping her like he owned her. Kadaki gasped as pure pleasure washed through her. Neiryn’s free hand gently clasped hers, and she curled her fingers around his, looking up at him.

“Tell me how badly you want me,” he breathed.

“So badly,” she whispered.

He bent to brush his lips below her ear. His breath was hot on her damp skin. “Say my name.” She felt his tongue lap softly against her.

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