11. Elowen
ELOWEN
D rawing in an unsteady breath, I return to lathering Sariel’s body, thoroughly working over every inch of him.
Lower and lower.
Until finally, I’ve reached the lowest point of the V at his defined hips before it draws unforgivably close to his erect cock. My mouth grows dry. “May I?”
A helpless laugh shudders out of him. “I would say yes, but I’m afraid I’ll shame myself and spill my seed all over your pretty dress.”
My reply comes too fast, pulse fluttering wildly as leaden butterflies take flight in my stomach. “I wouldn’t mind.”
My cheeks flame with hot-faced shame as I stutter an explanation. “I—I just mean that, as I said earlier, it’s only natural. You can’t help your body’s needs, and you’ve been through a traumatizing ordeal. I… I wouldn’t mind helping you to—to achieve some relief for yourself… I know what it’s like. To some degree.”
Sariel’s brow remains tense as he grows silent for so long I fear I’ve offended him. Just as I open my mouth to offer an apology, he finally speaks. “May I smell you first?”
Smell me?
As unusual of a request as it is, I nod despite being unsure of how to fulfill it. Sariel, thankfully, senses my confusion.
“Set your hair to one side and bring your neck to my face.”
My heart thunders wildly. “Will you bite me?”
Even though the idea frightens me, a larger part of me hopes the answer is yes.
A streak of white splits in his face in a devastatingly handsome grin. “Bite you? Elowen, there are only a few things I desire more in this life—all of which revolve around you—but I would never give you my bite or my mark to harm you. Only to bring you pleasure and claim you as mine. If you’ll have me.”
Foreign emotion rises and swells like a cresting tide within me. I’ve never heard of such things in my life, and I’m not entirely sure I have the nerve to vocalize them. My body, on the other hand, seems to have no question at all. With very little hesitation, I find myself following his guidance.
A deep hum starts in his chest and turns into a purr as his nose traces the column of my neck. A soft, undeniably needy sigh escapes me. The sponge in my hand falls into the bucket as my knees threaten to buckle. I have never in my life been touched in such a sensual way. His name is a murmured prayer upon my lips. “Sariel…”
My breath comes in soft pants that cause my peaked nipples to scrape against the fabric of my dress as my hands settle on his shoulders, nails carving crescent moons into his flesh. His voice comes out as little more than a growl. “Let me taste you.”
A soft gasp escapes me as I draw back to look into the dark twin pools of his eyes as I whisper my surprise.
“Taste me how?”
“I can smell your arousal so strongly, I’m salivating for it. I want you to sweep your fingers through the pretty little pussy I’ve been dreaming about, coat them with the honey dripping between your thighs, and then I want you to bring them to my lips.”
I am… thoroughly scandalized.
But I am even more aroused.
I can scarcely believe I’m doing it as I bend to grab the skirt of my dress and reach a hand into my undergarments. Sariel’s lips part as he watches me. “Show me,” he breathes.
My throat works as I lift my skirt higher and pull my undergarments down to rest just beneath the heft of my bottom. My body hums with need for him, and emboldened by the sight of his desperation for me, I part the lips of my pussy for him and drag two of my slender fingers from entrance to clit. I can’t help but circle it once, twice, thrice, before finally holding them inches in front of his face and spreading my fingers to show him the clear string that stretches between them.
The word is said on an exhale. “Fuck, Elowen.”
I bring my fingers to his lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, Sariel’s long, black tongue seeks them out and pulls them into his mouth. His eyes squeeze shut briefly as he releases a deep groan of satisfaction, sucking on my fingers before releasing them with a pop.
“Let me soothe your need, love. Don’t make me hate myself for not giving you pleasure when I cum as you wash my cock.”
My breath catches. If it weren’t for his statement, I’d deny him. I want this to be about him. Still, I can’t help the trill of excitement in my chest. I acquiesce to his request and step closer to him. Due to his restraints, I have to angle myself diagonally—ass-first towards him—if I want to face him while he touches me. And I very much do. I want him to kiss me. I want to hold his gaze as I give myself over to him and he draws me to climax. I want his face imprinted in my mind as I cum around his fingers.
I burrow against his side and hold my dress up for him so he can reach my needy clit from behind. A low growl rumbles in his chest the moment his fingers slide through my folds, and I realize his claws have retracted almost entirely. Still, I can feel them, and I have no doubt he is conscious of this. His touch is slow and gentle as his fingers tease, circle, and faintly dip into my clenching entrance. A high-pitched, breathy whimper leaves me, and he hums deeply with satisfaction as he buries his face against the crook of my neck.
“Soon, we will be free, Elowen, and then I will claim you properly as mine.”
I nod against him, and he rewards me by dragging his fingers up to my clit, working in achingly tender circles.
“Please, Sariel, yes.”
Vulgar, wet noises make my cheeks heat as he continues to stroke me. “Gods damn it, this perfect pussy is drenched. Is this all for me, love?”
“God, yes. Just for you.”
His purr starts up again—sounding like a growl and a purr harmonizing to create something gravelly, baritone, and warm—as his fingers work a little faster.
My eyes lock on to his cock and knot, proud and engorged, as it leaks copious amounts of pre-cum onto the floor. I can’t resist reaching down to smooth it over the thick, swollen head of him. Another growl tears from his throat, and his hips punch forward, gaze dropping to watch as my hand—small by comparison to the massive length of him—begins to stroke him from knot to crown. I can feel the parallel line markings of magic humming beneath my palm.
“Not yet, Elowen. I’ll never forgive myself if I cum before you do the first time I get to touch you. ”
The words are a groaned plea. One that I bend to. This time.
I obey, but bring the gooey mess now decorating my hand to my mouth. He watches with parted lips as my tongue licks his release from my fingers, and I moan my pleasure. His hips give a mindless thrust as gives a reverent groan.
“ You like the taste of me, mea floarea?”
The taste of him is surprisingly sweet. I’ve never tasted a man’s essence before, but I know what it smells like, and it’s nothing like this. This is like raw, salty honey, vanilla, and a divinely masculine musk.
“I want more.”
My eyes remain fixed to his as I gather more from his cock and suck it from my fingers. I’m so primed that already my orgasm swiftly approaches, and as the flat of my tongue cleans his pre-cum from my fingers, it crests. Sariel’s gaze burns with need.
“Say it out loud, sweetheart. Tell me who this pussy belongs to. I want my name on your lips as you cum.”
My mouth opens, and a keening noise of sheer need and desperation as his gaze holds mine. My core clenches viciously around his thick fingers, and I’m so overwhelmed by my orgasm it takes me a moment to process his words. I rely purely on instinct, which is to chant his name over and over again—each repetition a whimpering, moaning plea, mirroring the shifting tidal wave of my climax.
“Sariel—Oh, god— fuck! Sariel!”
A wave of tingling euphoria washes over me as electricity seems to burst through me. Sariel’s name is a mantra upon my lips before his mouth finally closes the distance between us, and his tongue sweeps against mine. I’ve never made the soft keening noises he draws from me as he continues to stroke every last ounce of my climax from my body, whilst our tongues caress—firm yet gentle, as if he’s trying to be careful with me.
When my orgasm subsides, he nips at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, briefly swiping his tongue over it.
“Fuck, Elowen. I wish you could see the way you come undone for me. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”