Bound to the Elvin King by Lisa Kumar Page B

his face in her hair. “Stop it, or you’ll finish me right here.”
    And deny her satisfaction? That couldn’t be allowed. She reached down and entwined their hands. His hands were much stronger and larger than her own, the fingers long and elegant. He ran his thumb over her palm, and the slight touch reached all the way down to her toes. A shiver rippled across her back. She tore their grip apart before she placed his hands on the side laces of her gown.
    A few quick tugs loosened her garment. The gown drifted over her hips and landed on the floor with a soft swoosh.
    He ran his hands over her breasts before cupping them. The rasp of his thumbs over the peaks sent liquid fire down south.
    He plucked at her bra and sighed in aggravation. “Why must you wear this silly device over your breasts?”
    She scowled. He spoke and ruined the moment. “Elvin women have eternally perky breasts and don’t wear bras? No wonder Vana looked at me like I was asking for a dildo instead of an undergarment.”
    “I’ve never heard of this dildo. Sounds like it could be interesting.”
    “I’m so not going there.”
    He gave her a considering glance. “I could ask Cal.”
    “No.” The word came out as a shout. Damn, he better not ask her. Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? “Look, don’t ask, okay? You’ll just embarrass Cal. You know how sweet she is, and you don’t want Relian mad.”
    “Must be something positively scandalous.”
    “I don’t think anything would shock you,” she muttered under her breath.
    “Hmm, you might be right. You’ll have to try very hard to shock me.”
    The lazy look he turned her way ignited a desire to smack and kiss him. In no certain order. Maybe at the same time. The urge to throw herself at him ran rampant, and she fisted her hands. These hormones were going to kill her—or him.
    He scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward a waist-high dresser. What was he doing? After he deposited her on the glossy wood surface, he unclasped her bra and lowered his head. Her airway froze as his mouth made love to one breast. All functioning thought died. She arched into him, her hands sliding into his hair. The ridge poking against her thigh stood at attention. That, along with him paying homage to her breasts, sent red-hot desire spiking through her. She wanted him in every way. Wanted to crawl into him and taste his very essence.
    When he drew back, he licked his lips. “Delicious.”
    Her breath came in huffs. “You. In me. Now.”
    The blue pupils of his eyes glowed with an iridescent light. “Gladly.”
    With a swift movement of one arm, he lifted her a few inches off the dresser and used his other hand to remove her panties. He set her to her feet and enveloped her in a hot, heavy kiss. Her hands found the front of his pants, and he groaned as she worked to unlace the ties that hid his most intimate part from her.
    Each brush of her fingers against his rigid shaft wrung another moan from him. He deepened their kiss, and her hands fumbled in their quest before redoubling their efforts. The desire to come undone in his arms consumed her, and she shook in her haste to free him. Those damn leather laces seemed to slowly slide from their prisons.
    Only halfway done with her task, she’d had enough. She was like a drug addict seeking a high. A strong tug ripped those pesky laces right out, and she threw them on the floor. A hum of victory escaped her before she closed her hand around him.
    Talion laughed lightly against her mouth, but it held a strained quality not usually present. His hands ghosted down her thighs and sought out her heat. Pleasure burst through her beleaguered brain like exploding bubbles delivering oxygen to her starved senses.
    “Your Majesty.” An anxious voice pierced the moment, and a knock sounded at the door.
    Talion froze above her. Worse, his hands froze. She wanted to cry. Her arms twitched involuntarily in their desire to move his fingers to the place