Shoulder the Skye (Skye Druids #2)(48)
Author: Donna Grant

 

Elias couldn’t take his eyes off her as he continued thrusting deeper and harder. Her back arched, her mouth opening on a silent scream as her body jerked and stiffened. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out when he felt the slick walls of her sex clenching around him, sending him spiraling into a climax.

 

He thrust one final time, his muscles locked as his cock throbbed, and wavelike spasms moved through his rod as his seed spilled from him. The euphoria was so intense that it felt as if he were floating, unattached to his body or the Earth. Le petite mort, the little death.

 

Elias had had bad sex. He’d had good sex. He’d even had great sex.

 

He’d never had mind-blowing, life-altering sex until tonight.

 

It took everything he had not to collapse on Bronwyn. He found her eyes still closed, but she held on to him still as if he were the only thing that kept her rooted. He understood that all too well.

 

Finally, her eyes opened. A stunning shade of copper and gold that met his. Her kiss-swollen lips curved into a grin that matched the satiated look on her face—one he also wore.

 

“Fuck, woman. I have no words,” he told her.

 

Her smile widened. “It was pretty incredible.”

 

He stiffened, moaning when he felt her clench around him again. His breath came out in a hiss of pleasure before he rocked his hips. “I’m no’ nearly finished with you.”

 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

 

“How about somewhere more…comfortable?”

 

She laughed, the sound so surprising that he could only stare in wonder. “I never thought I’d say I like this dining table, but I think it did well.”

 

He grinned and wished again that he had the power to halt time so they could stay in this moment for eternity. That way, the outside world and all the problems that came with it could never touch them.

 

Elias slowly pulled out of her. “I need to take care of this.”

 

Bronwyn sat up, and he saw chills pebble her skin. “I’ll meet you in the parlor.”

 

He stepped back and grabbed his clothes as he headed to the bathroom. Once he’d disposed of the used condom, he hurried to Bronwyn’s room. He welcomed the warmth that awaited him. Elias was about to suggest they check on what Sydney had been up to when his gaze landed on the bed.

 

All thought fled as he stared at Bronwyn’s naked body under the glow of the fire. Before his very eyes, her nipples hardened. Her lips parted, and her eyes filled with longing. His balls tightened as hunger surged anew. He tossed aside his clothes and climbed onto the bed, reaching for her.

 

She came into his arms willingly, their limbs tangling as their lips met. To his surprise, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She moaned as she rocked her hips, the sound as sexy as it was hedonistic. He palmed her breasts, glorying in the weight that filled his hands. She dropped her head back, her short, brunette locks falling aside as he teased her nipples. She moaned again, the sound going straight to his cock.

 

Their first coupling had been quick. He wanted to take his time now and savor each moment, heightening their need until they were drunk with it. Elias sat up and wrapped his lips around one turgid peak. He flicked his tongue around it before suckling.

 

Bronwyn cried out and rotated her hips. He could feel how wet she was against him, and it urged him on. He moved to her other breast and spent his time teasing her. It was Bronwyn who took his head and lifted it to kiss him.

 

Once more, she pushed him onto his back. His eyes closed when she kissed down his neck and across his chest, briefly pausing to flick her tongue over his nipples. She continued moving down his stomach as she settled between his legs. Only then did she wrap her fingers around his cock.

 

Elias fisted his hands in the blanket as hers slowly moved up and down his hardened length. She placed tiny kisses along his inner thighs and on his balls, but never his staff.

 

It was frustrating—and erotic as hell.

 

His attention moved between her mouth so near him and the way her hands stroked him, particularly how she spent time running her thumb over the head of his cock. His need built at such a rapid rate that it took all his effort to remain still and not reach out to plunge inside her.

 

Her hands stroked him as no other ever had. She knew just where to touch, just how to caress to bring him exquisite pleasure.

 

Then he felt her breath on his arousal. His body shuddered, impatiently awaiting the feel of her mouth on him. He opened his eyes to discover her watching him. She shot him a sexy grin before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

 

Elias’s hips came off the bed as he bit back a shout. His cock throbbed, heat rushing to the head.

 

 

 

 

 

Bronwyn was awed at how Elias responded to her touch. She took him deep and felt him swell in her mouth. He had given her so much pleasure earlier that she wanted to return the favor.

 

She used both hands, along with her mouth, as she moved up and down his length. He whispered her name in a raw voice filled with need that made her shiver.

 

“I’m about to come,” he warned.

 

That was just what she wanted. She redoubled her efforts, and a heartbeat later, she swallowed the first mouthful of his seed. She only raised her head when she’d drained every drop from him.

 

“Lass,” he murmured in a deep voice roughened with pleasure.

 

“That was for earlier.”

 

Suddenly, she was on her back, and he was between her legs.

 

“My turn,” he said.

 

Bronwyn was powerless to do anything the moment his mouth was on her. She basked in the feeling of his tongue circling her clit. Then he slid a finger inside her. She rocked her hips forward, her eyes drifting shut as heat engulfed her.

 

A second finger soon joined the first. He was relentless in his attention. Her eyes flew open when he found her G-spot and began stroking it masterfully. Her body tingled, and her blood ran like liquid fire in her veins.

 

All that mattered was Elias.

 

The pleasure was even more intense, as if their joining had only strengthened what they had. The way her body opened for him, sought him, was exhilarating and frightening. But it was the mounting need for him, and him alone, that gave her pause.

 

She forgot it in the next second as an earth-shattering orgasm shot through her, sweeping her away on a journey of ecstasy and decadence that she knew she would never recover from.

 

When Bronwyn finally came to again, she was curled against Elias’s side, her head on his chest. One of his legs rested between hers.