Page 30 of The Right to Bear Claws
This kiss was different from the first. Hungrier, more demanding. His tongue swept across her lower lip and she opened for him eagerly, tasting the coffee he'd shared with her earlier and something uniquely him. A low rumble built in his chest, vibrating against her as his arms tightened around her.
"I need to touch you," he said against her mouth, the words rough with want.
"Yes."
His hands found the hem of her sweater, fingers skimming along her ribs as he gathered the fabric. The touch was electric, sending shivers racing up her spine. He pulled down her jeansslowly until she was able to step out of them. When his palms settled on her bare thighs, she gasped into his mouth.
"You're so soft," he murmured, lips trailing down to her throat. "So perfect."
She arched into him as he found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin there with just enough pressure to make her breath catch. The dock was wide enough that when he gently guided her back, she found herself lying against the weathered wood with Elias braced above her, his massive frame blocking out the emerging stars.
"Tell me what you want," he said, pressing gentle kisses along her collarbone.
"You," she whispered. "All of you."
His answering groan sent heat pooling low in her belly. His hands moved with reverent slowness, mapping every inch of exposed skin as he pushed her dress higher. When his fingers found the edge of her underwear, he paused, looking up at her with eyes that had gone molten silver.
"Are you sure?"
Instead of answering with words, she lifted her hips, helping him slide the delicate fabric down her legs. The cool October air against her heated skin made her shiver, but then Elias was there, his warm hands stroking up her inner thighs, and she forgot about everything else.
"Beautiful," he breathed, settling between her legs. "You're so beautiful, Kaia."
The first touch of his mouth against her center made her cry out, back arching off the dock. He was gentle but thorough, his tongue working her with a skill that had her clutching at his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor her as pleasure built inside her like a gathering storm.
"Elias," she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. "Please."
He hummed against her, the vibration making her legs tremble. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he worked her higher and higher, until she was balanced on the knife's edge of release.
"Let go," he murmured against her slick flesh. "I've got you."
The climax hit her like lightning, stealing her breath and making her see stars behind her closed eyelids. She might have screamed his name, might have begged for mercy or more—she couldn't be sure. All she knew was the exquisite pleasure coursing through her and the way Elias gentled her through it, his touch becoming soothing as the waves gradually subsided.
When she could breathe again, she found him watching her with such tender hunger that her heart skipped a beat.
"Come here," she whispered, reaching for him.
He moved up her body with predatory grace, pausing to press kisses to her stomach, her ribs, the valley between her breasts. When he reached her mouth, she could taste herself on his lips, and the intimacy of it made her pulse flutter.
Her hands found the buttons of his flannel shirt, working them open with trembling fingers. When she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, she sucked in a breath at the sight of him. His chest was broad and muscled, marked with old scars that spoke of a life spent protecting others. Dark hair dusted his pectorals, trailing down to disappear beneath his jeans.
"Your turn," she said, fingers moving to his belt buckle.
He caught her hands gently. "Kaia, we don't have to?—"
"I want to," she interrupted. "I want all of you, Elias. Please."
The please seemed to break his resolve. He released her hands and helped her with his belt, then his jeans, until he was as bare as she was beneath the star-scattered sky. Kaia's breath caught at the sight of him fully revealed—his cock thick and hard, the tip already slick with need.
"You're sure?" he asked one more time, settling between her thighs.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. "I've never been more sure of anything."
He kissed her then, soft and sweet, as he slowly pushed inside her. The stretch was exquisite, her body adjusting to accommodate his size. He moved with such careful control, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
"You feel incredible," he whispered against her lips when he was fully seated inside her. "Like you were made for me."
"Maybe I was," she breathed back, surprised by how right the words felt.
