Page 26 of Elias
Her fingers found his shoulders, and she dug her blunt nails into him as he circled her clit next before flicking it rapidly.
She cried out his name. “Elias!”
He didn’t stop. He could sense her urgency. She was wound so tight. She needed to come, and he wanted to swallow everydrop of her essence, so he sucked the tiny nub into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth.
Leah’s body went rigid, and she tried to lift her hips. She stopped breathing for a moment, and then she screamed. Her clit throbbed against his lips, and her entire body shook. He waited until the tremors subsided to lift his mouth from between her legs.
She was panting, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling.
“Leah… Baby girl…” He wiped his lips on the sheet, rose onto his knees, and crawled up to hover over her. Her hair was all over her face, making him think she had probably twisted her head back and forth, and now she didn’t have the energy to swipe at it.
Elias used one finger to brush the locks away from her cheeks and out of her eyes. “You okay, Little firecracker?” He was trying not to chuckle.
She was so stunned.
“Was that your first orgasm, Little one?”
Finally she slowly lowered her gaze to meet his. “Whatever that was, I’ve never felt it before,” she murmured.
He smiled. “Did you like it?”
She nodded. “Am I still alive?”
“Oh, Baby girl. We haven’t even gotten started. I’m going to make you come like that ten more times tonight.”
She swallowed. “I can’t do that again.”
Now he did chuckle. “Yes, you can, Little firecracker. Over and over.” He bent to kiss her lips.
She moaned against his mouth as he gave her a taste of her pussy. Her hands finally lifted from her sides to flatten on his stomach and trail up to his pecs.
When he broke the kiss, she asked, “What will happen when we touch our marks together?”
He was as curious as Leah. He scooted back, straightened her limp legs, and straddled her small frame. He would need to be careful. She was so tiny compared to him. He didn’t want to hurt her.
He lowered himself so her torso was trapped beneath him without going so far that he would squish her and then lifted his left arm. “Press your mark against mine, Baby girl.”
She lifted her arm slowly and hesitated. “Do you know what’s going to happen?”
“No. I mean I know what people have told me, including my father this morning, but people told me all kinds of things I couldn’t have believed until I met you. I don’t know what to expect. They say we will feel the power of the connection so bone deep that we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other.”
“But I already feel that way,” she murmured.
“Me, too, Little one.” At least he thought he did. How could this bond get stronger?
Leah brought her hand to his, and he threaded their fingers together before lowering his wrist to touch hers.
They both gasped as soon as the connection was made. So many things happened at once. It seemed his heart stopped for a beat, but so did hers, and then they beat together in sync. He could tell their pulses matched.
Her arm felt warm. So did his. Their temperatures were rising. Her arousal increased. So did his. The combined scent filled the room as if mingling and trying to mesh into one. The intense need to make that happen overwhelmed him.
He would control himself, though. He wouldn’t rush her. There were a million things he would insist upon in their lives—things that would keep her safe and healthy—but he would not rush his Little girl to take him into her body.
She tried to pull away, but he held her steady, gripping her fingers with his. He was enjoying the euphoric feeling eventhough it was making his need increase. It felt so good on so many levels. Like they were one being. He never wanted to separate from her. He wanted to hold her hand like this for the rest of their lives.
It wasn’t rational, but it was so very real.
Leah bucked and writhed against him, making him glad he’d trapped her between his thighs. If she had been free, she might have bolted off the bed, fallen on her head, and injured herself.