Page 45 of Healed By the Grumpy Elf
His smile is slow and sensual, transforming his usually stern face into something breathtaking. "I believe I'll need a more thorough examination to confirm that diagnosis, Nurse Callahan."
"Another joke, Doctor Reizenhard?” A startled laugh escapes me. “You impress me.”
"Perhaps you're a bad influence," he murmurs, lowering his head to press a kiss to my collarbone. "I find myself doing all sorts of things I wouldn't normally do around you."
"Like getting covered in pink glitter?" I gasp as his lips move lower.
"Like getting covered in pink glitter," he agrees, his breath hot against my skin. "Like letting myself want things I've denied myself for too long."
Lorian traces kisses down my collarbone all the way to my chest as he reaches behind my back to unhook my bra. He drops the garment on the floor and straightens to look at me, his blue eyes clearly shining in the low light. His gaze fastens on my breasts, erect nipples pebbled to tight little buds.
“Perfect.”
He leans in and takes one nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking the tiny bud as I arch my back and moan involuntarily. He keeps licking and sucking until I wiggle under the sweet torture, then move his attention to my other breast. My clit pulses between my legs and wetness spreads as his hands and mouth explore me with the same meticulous attention he gives to everything, finding spots that make me gasp and lean against him. Each touch feels amplified, as if my body is more aware, more alive under his ministrations than it’s ever been.
When his mouth finally leaves me, I’m panting, desperate for more.
“Everything,” he says. “I want to see everything.”
He doesn’t wait for a response from me, his supernatural blue gaze on me as he leans in and grabs the hem of my skirt, then pulls it down my hips. His gaze never leaves mine, hunger painted in every line of his face. He tosses the skirt on the floor along with the rest of our clothing and reaches for my panties. He waits for a moment until I give him a nod of approval. His lips lift in the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen as he bares me completely.
“Your turn,” I tell him as I lift myself onto my elbows on the bed. “It only seems fair.”
That sexy grin never leaves his face as he stands up beside the bed, then reaches for the waist of his pants. He pulls on his belt in one long gesture, then opens his pants and lets them fall to the ground. I must admit that I’m shocked to see he goes commando under the formal attire.
My gaze latches on his long, hard cock, pointing directly at me. His rigid shaft is wide and the tip glistens lightly with pre-cum. His gaze on me makes more wetness spill between my legs and drip down the sides of my thighs.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, nothing between us but moonlight. Then he climbs on the bed with the grace of a large cat. Lorian hovers above me, his hair falling like a silver curtain around his face. In the moonlight, there's something otherworldly about his beauty, the shine of his blue gaze, the elegant points of his ears, the luminous quality of his skin.
"Your eyes," I whisper in wonder, reaching up to touch his face, “they’re glowing.”
"They’re glowing for you," he replies, his voice filled with awe. “For my True Mate.”
I don't know if it's just the moonlight or something more magical happening between us, but I feel radiant, luminous from within. His hands caress me with reverence, going up my calves, then my thighs, then inside, where my cover of curls glistens from all that wetness.
“I’m going to feast on you,” he says, looking at my sex as he brushes lightly over it, making me shiver. “I want to feel you come all over my face.”
"I need you," I breathe against his mouth. "Please, Lorian."
"Maeve," he groans, positioning himself between my thighs. "My Maeve."
He licks from my entrance all the way to my desperate, throbbing clit. He smacks his lips as he tastes me, humming with approval. That grin widens and he reaches to part my inner lips, exposing the vulnerable, quivering flesh inside. Then he dives again, his tongue a wicked weapon against my sanity. My head presses back on the bedspread as he licks me with purpose, his tongue going up and down my slit and flicking my little bud each time.
Pleasure grows as sensations mount, but Lorian never changes his pace. It’s a methodical, calculated conquest and I’m all too eager to surrender. As my walls quiver, he pushes one long digit inside me, pressing against the front of my body, then sucks on my clit, hard.
A scream rips from my throat as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over my body. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let go until my muscles collapse and I lay limp on the bedspread.
Only then does he withdraw from me. Then he climbs above me again with that feline grace until his face is just above mine.
“Are you ready for me?”
I wish I could answer, but I can’t. My mind and my voice are gone. All I can do is nod once.
His hands reach on each side of me and he lifts my knees, then positions himself at my entrance. The blunt tip of his cock rests there as he locks his gaze with mine. When he finally enters me, the sensation is so intense that we both freeze, caught in a moment of perfect connection. A tingling warmth spreads from where we're joined, flowing through my entire body like liquid sunlight. I gasp at the sensation, while Lorian watches me with amazement.
“Is this…?” But I can’t finish. My breath is gone.