Page 104 of The Call of Crimson
I cry out, begging him to stop because I feel I can’t handle the pleasure.
“Do you really want me to stop, darling?” he pants against my ear. “The way your pussy is clenching my cock says otherwise.”
“No,” I whimper. “It just, it feels like too much.”
“You just need release,” Elijah purrs, his hips rolling against mine. “So come for me, baby.”
He thrusts twice more before the unmistakable tingle creeps up my spine.
“Open your eyes,” he commands, “and keep them on me.”
I obey instinctively, and see it all. Through his gaze.
The way my gray eyes brighten to silver when I'm about to come. The way my body trembles, flushed pink, writhing for him
“There are those beautiful grays I adore,” he hums.
He gives my clit a gentle pinch, sending me over the edge into beautiful oblivion.
My body arches off the bed, clenching and pulsing around him, my cry raw and hoarse as he drives me through every wave of pleasure.
Through his eyes, I see it all.
The beauty. The wildness. The sheer, breathtaking need.
He thrusts a few more times before he finds his release as well, spilling hot seed into me, a deep groan tearing from his lips.
The connection between us fades as we both fight to even our breathing.
“Do you see now?” he pants.
“See what?” I ask, still dazed.
“Why I’m obsessed with that sight,” he says, flashing a cocky grin that softens his perfect features.
I sigh. “I admit… that was pretty amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he counters, voice low and sure.
When he pulls out, I whimper at the loss of him. A few minutes later, he returns from the bathing room with a damp cloth in hand.
Elijah tenderly wipes the mess from between my thighs, the care in his touch making my chest ache. Tossing the cloth aside, he pulls me up into a sitting position in bed.
“Time to get you dressed,” he says lightly, retrieving a brush from somewhere nearby.
He runs it softly through my hair, taming the loose waves that tumble around my shoulders.
“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” I ask.
“A very long day, indeed,” he says, planting a soft kiss atop my head.
“Elijah, can you tell me why my tavern rooms are full of people from Pelanor?” Luella asks, her hands planted firmly on her hips. “And why I can’t get any of my usual shipments from Lennox?”
We have been holding court all morning, listening to the citizens air their grievances and requests for the crown’s support. Some issues are trivial, land disputes, bickering between merchants, but others are far more troubling.
More than one farmer has mentioned livestock disappearing, or worse, being slaughtered outright.
“Did any of your patrons mention why they were in Ciyoria?” Elijah asks, his face neutral.
