Page 63 of Healed By the Grumpy Elf

For a moment, I don’t move. My eyes stay shut while my brain catches up, piecing together the weight of the blanket, the faint scent of rain outside, and the woman pressed against me.

Maeve. She’s here.

The memory of last night punches through me in fragments. Duchess Karanda, the summons from the empress, thestorm, the porch.

I gave Maeve the Eternal Lily. I got down on my knees and gave it to her.

She said yes.

I’ve never heard anything better in my life.

I open my eyes and look down to see my True Mate watching me, her wide green eyes full of heat. Maeve’s mouth moves lower on my body and arousal fills my veins and my cock hardens instantly. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her, of her perfect, round mouth slowly trailing kisses across my chest, unhurried, like she’s got all the time in the world to explore my body.

And I’m letting her. Gods, I want her to.

She moves to straddle my body as she places another kiss, this one just above my navel, her wild red hair spilling over my skin. My cock, almost painfully hard, is trapped between our bodies. She presses another kiss just above my ribs, and something tightens in my gut. I can barely believe this is real.

“Maeve,” I say, my voice husky and deep.

She lifts her head, and when our eyes meet, she smiles. Not shy. Not uncertain. Just warm. Like this is normal. Like waking up together and having amazing sex is just something wedo.

“Good morning,” she murmurs.

I reach for her, fingers sliding through her hair. The strands are tangled from sleep and curl around my fingers like flames. She’s beautiful, perfect, and it wrecks me a little.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I mutter, a faint smile tugging at my mouth.

She grins and presses a kiss to my hip bone. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

And then she moves down and I lose the ability to think.

Her hand slides over my abs, fingers trailing just enough to make my cock twitch. I’m already hard, have been since the second I felt her lips on my chest, but the way she touches me now? It’s possessive. Confident. Like she knows exactly what I want. Like she knows sheownsit.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, and I suck in a breath.

“You don’t have to,” I start.

She looks up, gaze steady. “I want to.”

That does something to me, something sharp and deep. I stop talking and let her lead.

There’s no rush in her movements. No hesitation. She touches me like she’s memorizing everything, relearning me in silence, and I let her. Every second of it.

Her mouth follows, soft and sure, kissing the tip first, then licking a slow, deliberate stripe down the length of my cock. I groan low in my chest because fuck, she feels good. Her lips part as she takes me into her mouth.

Heat. Wetness. Pressure. Her tongue curling beneath me as she slides down slowly, then pulls back with just enough suction to make me bite down on a groan. I look at her, I have to, and the sight of her like that, eyes closed, lashes dark against her cheeks, mouth wrapped around me with complete focus, nearly makes me come right then.

She moans softly when I twitch against her tongue, the sound sending a vibration straight through my balls.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my hand tangling in her hair. “You feel so good. You’re perfect.”

She doesn’t look away. That’s what shatters me most. Maeve holds my gaze while her mouth moves over my cock, steady and deep, her hand stroking what she can’t take.

I grip the sheet beneath me with one hand, the other still tangled in her hair.

“Gods, Maeve…”

She moans around me, and it sends a vibration straight through my spine.