Page 204 of The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash #6)

I ran a hand up his free thigh, twisting my wrist so I could palm the steely length of him where it struggled to be free of its soft leather cage.

Elian groaned again and renewed his fervor at my chest when I applied just a bit of pressure and squeezed, dipping an index finger behind the flap of his breeches to gently scrape along his length with a blunt nail.

That made him hiss and raise his head to look at me.

The look in his eyes was nearly indescribable. The closest I can come is to say he looked as if he were starving.

I deftly undid the ties at his waist and groin with one hand and tugged at the hem of his shirt with the other. He ripped the tunic over his head and then attacked my clothing with such haste and intensity I feared I’d be down to one gown for the remainder of my journey.

He pushed me back and off just enough that we could both rid ourselves of what remained of our clothes, and then he picked me up, swinging me into his powerful arms with no more than a thought before carrying me through to the bedroom area of the cabin.

He laid me on the soft covers, and I unabashedly slid back, dropped to my elbows, and bared myself to him, flashing him a sultry smile.

He didn’t miss a beat, he simply dove, devouring me so masterfully and thoroughly that I saw stars when I crested that peak and fell over the other side.

He didn’t stop at just one, though. He circled that tight bundle of nerves and nipped at its hood.

He thrust his wicked tongue into me as a prelude of things to come.

He inserted one and then two fingers inside me, twisting and turning and hitting that spot deep inside that had me gasping for breath and soaking his digits.

When he kissed and nipped his way up my body and took my mouth in a fiery and passionate kiss, I knew I wanted to taste him as he had done with me.

I flipped us, taking him a bit by surprise if the startled gasp was any indication, then kissed and licked my way to his impressive length, caressing from the root up and swirling my thumb over his tip as I looked into his eyes and showed him with my expression how much I wanted him.

When I took him into my mouth, his hips bucked off the bed, and he reached to grasp my hair—not roughly but none too gently either, the slight bite of pain blending with the pleasure and the power I felt pleasing him thus.

I used my hand to caress as I alternated between steady suction and pressure with swirling loops of my tongue.

I felt him stiffen further, felt his body tense, and readied myself to indulge in him when he suddenly stopped and pulled from me.

I pouted and told him that we were just getting to the good part.

He laughed, flashing those incomparable dimples again, and then pulled me up onto the bed with him, kissing me intensely and seductively.

He moved his tongue across mine in a way that reminded me of what he had done earlier, and I almost came again from that alone.

When he lowered a hand and inserted three fingers this time, I almost combusted from the sudden intrusion, and all before he had even moved.

At the first gentle glide and thrust, I did shatter once more, the cry rising from within and breaking our connection as my muscles locked.

I was so entranced I didn’t register his movements and could only gasp when he entered me to the hilt in one smooth motion.

The bite of being filled was only compounded by his length hitting that spot inside once more in a way that was so pleasurable it almost hurt.

I shook and craved to move my hips, rotating them just slightly, needing to feel that surge and retreat, but he only chastised me with a chuckle and held me in place, prolonging the pleasure.

He teased, kissing and licking my neck, nipping my shoulder, then retaking my mouth with leisurely conquest. Then, he finally moved.

I could only call to the gods as he elicited a firestorm of feelings and sensations inside me, across me, within me.

Could only hold on as he took me relentlessly, as I dreamed he would.

As he punished me with pleasure and nearly killed me with desire.

I felt as if I were floating above myself.

Thinking I couldn’t possibly take any more, he struck, his fangs burying deep in my throat, sending me careening into the abyss again. He hummed a little, took one more deep draw, and then stiffened, his back bowing as he emptied himself within me.

Elian surprised me after. Seemed he was a cuddler.

We lay entwined on the bed, talking for hours until the sun rose.

And when he returned from his hunting excursion, I was waiting for him as he’d asked me to be.

He told me he let his guards know to keep their distance, and we spent another night as we had the one before.

And another after that. He actually had to send one of the wolven into town to buy me a new gown because it didn’t survive his insatiable hunger on that second day.

Now, every time I see him at a formal kingdom function or run across a piece of artwork or book with his likeness, it sends me back in my memory to those days I spent with him in our very own woodland oasis.

And I have to say, it brings me a perverse kind of pleasure knowing that if anyone finds my journals, this one in particular, they will know that I once had a brief fling with a King.

Willa