Page 57 of Grounded By Love
He was amazing to her. He was towering and powerful with all the well-built muscles he had.
Though she disagreed with the way he handled certain situations, he was kind to her. It was nice to be on the receiving end of someone’s affections. Someone who she could rely on, even if it might be for a short time.
She marveled at the fact that when she stood to her full height she was still shorter than Kaeldar's shoulder. Weirdly enough, she loved being smaller than him. She had never allowed herself to rely on another and here she was in a situation where she had no choice but to trust Kaeldar. It felt nice to be taken care of for once.
Gently, Kaeldar guided her back to his tent.
Never once did their gazes stray from one another, and neither of them paid any mind to the rock giants staring after them.
Kaeldar held open the tent flap for her, but he never broke contact. She sent him a grateful smile, as she entered, and he followed quickly in behind her.
Once the tent flap closed, he pounced on her. She could feel his hot breath tickle the side of her neck, as he bent his head down close to her ear. Ever so lightly, he nipped it with his teeth and goose bumps spread out over her flesh.
She flashed a smile, as she bent her head to the side, allowing him better access, and he took full advantage of it.
His lips made contact with her skin and planted soft warm kisses down the side of her bent neck. His hands came up to massage her shoulders, as he would nip at her skin or her ear.
The sensations flowed over her skin, thrilling her. If it was at all possible, the area between her thighs tightened and got even moister, as Kaeldar seduced her.
His hands drifted down from her shoulders went around her chest to cup her breasts from behind. Gently, he squeezed the soft flesh in his demanding hands. Every once in a while, he would flick a thumb over her nipple, as he massaged her heavy mounds.
A sigh escaped from her, and it seemed to be what he’d been waiting for.
He, slowly, turned her to face him. His head descended to capture her lips in a soft teasing kiss. One of his hands grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and his other hand went to the small of her back to press her into him.
Her lips popped wide, as she felt the length of his arousal pressing against her belly.
He took the opportunity to kiss her deeply, his tongue darting out to play with hers. She melted against him. She was like putty in his hands.
Would she have this any other way? Absolutely not.
Before she lost the courage, she broke the kiss just long enough to lick the seam of his lips, which parted as he stared down at her with wide eyes.
Smiling up at him she saw that he knew she was up to no good. Gradually, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, sliding her tongue against his straight teeth, but her being in charge was short lived. He soon took control back from her.
His mouth broke away from her, and she saw the passion within his dark eyes. She couldn't wait to see what he would do next.
Kaeldar had been surprised, when she decided to take control of the kiss. She was a staggering female who kept him on his toes at all times.
He smiled. It pleased him that she was willing to be spontaneous.
Kaeldar’s mind yelled at him to maintain distance, not only for her safety, but for his sanity. Yet his body was too far-gone, it was driving him wild, and only she would be able to calm him.
When he broke the kiss, Claira waited expectantly for him to show her what he wanted to do next, and she didn't have to wait long.
Kaeldar backed a few paces away from her, and then started to strip his clothing off. He began with his shirt, taking the bottom of the fabric and slipping it up and over his head.
She was greeted by, the more than pleasant sight, of his well-defined abs and pectoral muscles. Her mouth drooled at the sight. She wanted so desperately to run her hands all over him, but he wasn't done with the show.
She watched hungrily, as his hands went down to the belt at his waist. With the flick of a finger, she heard the click of metal, as it separated. He moved to the ties of his pants, slowly undoing them, and she knew he was dragging out the experience to tease her.
Her eyes never strayed. She was so engrossed in the sight before her. How could she not be? This man was any woman's wildest fantasy. He was primal, he took what he wanted, and he protected what was his. And she was the lucky woman who he wanted to possess. Claira wouldn’t have it any other way.
Soon his ties were undone, and he pulled his pants loose from his hips and let them fall to the floor of the dark tent.
She sucked in a hard breath, the air whistled between her teeth.
He was perfection.
