Page 65 of Healed By the Grumpy Elf
I keep my rhythm steady, pushing her higher, until her body tenses beneath me, back arching off the bed. Her orgasm crashes through her with a sharp cry, my name on her lips, her thighs squeezing around my head as she rides it out.
I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every last tremor from her.
When I finally lift my head, her chest is rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She’s sprawled out, flushed, wrecked, and perfect. I crawl up her body slowly, kissing the curve of her stomach, the soft underside of her breast, the hollow of her throat.
“Lorian,” she whispers, voice still shaky, eyes locked on mine. “I want you inside me again.”
I reach down, sliding a hand up her thigh, just to feel her tremble. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I brace one hand beside her head, positioning myself to her entrance. I slide in slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan at the contact.
She’s still tight around me, still soaked from her orgasm, and the feel of her pulling me in again makes me wild.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands sliding up my back, nails lightly grazing skin. I hold still for a second, just breathing, buried to the hilt inside her.
“Maeve,” I say her name like a prayer. “You feel perfect.”
She lifts her hips, trying to move. “Then don’t just stay there.”
I laugh softly, low and dark, and start to move. Deep, slow thrusts that have her gasping from the very first one. There’s no urgency this time. No frantic edge. Just her body taking mine, her breath stuttering each time I sink deep.
Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide, hair splayed across the pillow.
“This is how I want to wake up,” I tell her. “Every morning for the rest of our lives. With you under me. Wrapped around me.”
She moans softly. “Lorian…”
I roll my hips, angling just right, and her back arches.
“There,” she gasps. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I keep the pace steady, grinding into her, hitting that spot over and over until her nails dig into my arms, her body tightening around me.
“Come for me again,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to hers. “I want to feel you come around me. I want to hear you cry my name.”
Her response is a sobbedyes, and then her whole body goes taut.
She shatters beneath me, her second climax tearing through her with a choked cry. Her walls clamp down around me, and that’s all it takes.
I curse under my breath, thrust once, twice more, then I come, hard. Deep inside her, buried to the base, growling her name against her throat as I lose control.
We ride it out together, breathing hard, clinging to each other as the last waves of release pulse through us.
When I finally still, she continues to hold me, arms locked around my neck, legs tight around my waist. I don’t pull out. I don’t move. I just press my forehead to hers and breathe with her.
Everything else can wait. Right now, it’s just us.
Epilogue
Maeve
Thisismylifenow. And it's amazing.
Morning sunlight filters through the windshield as Lorian's black sedan glides smoothly down Saltford Bay's main street. It's still early, well before most of the stores open their doors, except for the Wandering Gnome, which is already filling its dining room with hungry patrons.
This ordinary morning feels extraordinary. Two days since the storm. Two days since Lorian came back to me in the rain. Two days since he proposed, offering me the Eternal Lily that now sitsin a crystal vase in our bedroom, glowing softly even when no light touches it. Our bedroom. Our house.
It all happened so fast. I'm shocked to realize I'm embracing it all.