by Lynn Crain
She looked at him confused. “I don’t understand.”
“I want your first time with me to be everything you’ve ever hoped and dreamed about. I want our first time to be perfect. Doesn’t that make sense?”
A slight smile formed on her lips. “In a weird way, it does.”
He bent down and kissed her savagely, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. “Get these pants off me now.”
She pushed them down so he could step out of them. Her fingers moved up his thighs of their own accord, she saw his cock jerk in response. “You feel wonderful. I love to touch you.” All Giselle had thought about for days was how his skin would feel under her fingertips if she ever got the chance to feel his body. She could feel the magic hovering in the room.
“That’s why I want to do more, not just you sucking my cock. Making love is all about give and take, I want us both to participate.” His face held a seriousness she had never seen before.
He leaned over her and forced her back on the bed. “And the first thing I’m going to do is to run my hands all over you and make you breathless while you call my name until you’re hoarse.” His smile dazzled her as he held himself away from her, his hair becoming a curtain around her.
And he was true to his word when his whole length stretched out next to hers, skin to skin, hands seeking, giving and getting pleasure. It didn’t take him long to make Giselle a quivering mass of sensations as his fingers danced over her clit. She reached down and stroked his cock, rubbing the drop of precum along its large purple head. It didn’t take long to feel him surge against her fingers, anxious for fulfillment.
She looked up and the colors again swirled around and this time through them. “Ronan, please. I want you in me. Now,” she whispered hoarsely like he predicted.
He spread her legs and moved between them. Taking her face between his hands, he kissed her deeply. “It’ll probably hurt this first time. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long while. I promise this will be the only time. I will make it fast, hard.”
“I don’t care. I want—no, need you in me—pronto. Please.” She lay breathless as he held himself poised above her.
“Tha mi duilich.” His accent was suddenly thick with need and he moved to kiss her again.
He slammed into her and waited until her breathing slowed. This was different from ever before, she felt hotter and into her lover. It was as if she could anticipate his next motion and when he started to move, so did she. Elven magic, which she had only experienced a little when with her cousins, shifted around as she wondered what was happening to her. She had felt an enchantment only moments before, but this—this was different.
Ronan remained in control when he looked down, peering at her intently. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful, but hot, so very hot,” she murmured and moaned as with each thrust the colors became deeper, more beautiful.
“I want you to feel even better.” Slanting back on his knees, he reached between them, rubbing her clit, bringing her closer. Pinching her nipples, he pushed himself further into her, touching her most inner hot spot, making each movement push her ever higher, the colors more intense.
“Quite teasing me,” she pleaded.
“I never tease. You are a need I must fulfill, a need I can’t deny any longer.” He watched her through hooded eyes.
“Please. Please.” She tried frantically to grab him and pull him close to her, never to let him go.
“I want…no…need you close, so very close. Go there together?”
His request barely made it through her pleasure-filled haze, but somehow she understood this had a special meaning. “Yes.”
Hovering over her, he again brought her to the brink before he moved in and out of her in quick, rapid strokes, each one an exquisite torture. He pulled her tightly against him, pounding her until she stood on a high abyss. “Giselle, tha gaol agam ort. You now belong only to me.”
She gazed at him through passion-filled eyes, the colors now went through her. “Yes, only to you,” she cried and fell over the edge, a thousand suns shattering in her wake. The intense feelings seemed to go on and on as he pummeled her body again and again with his iron-hard shaft.
Soon, he had her at the edge again, but how she didn’t know since he had yet to fulfill his own need. He kissed her hard and she felt as if she were climbing the highest mountain when he struck her inner spot and sent her spiraling out of control. He pumped into her and bellowed his own release, placing his forehead on her own.
The colors intensified and wrapped them up all nice, neat. Gasping for breath, she wondered what it all meant as their warmth passed over them. She surveyed his face while the pleasure slowly faded from his midnight blue eyes. He moved to her side and fiercely pulled her against him.
“Wonderful. Rest now, we’ll talk later.”
She gave him a tentative smile. “Thank you.”
Ronan seemed surprised. “Whatever for?”
Giselle let out a huge sigh. “For loving me.” She turned away and snuggled her ass next to him, spooning him. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep and for the first time in weeks, she only had dreams of a dark-haired elf.
Ronan lay there and rubbed her shoulder until she fell asleep. What had he done? He kept his deep sigh as quiet as he could. It wasn’t so much of what he had done, but what he had done without her permission. He had bound her to him through the process of nor’ahkeem, a process never to be taken lightly. While similar in marriage, the bond was unbreakable and each person was to go into it with full knowledge of what they were doing and what was expected.
He didn’t understand why the process allowed them to bond since the woman didn’t know, or comprehend, what happened between an elf and his soul mate. It didn’t matter whether the soul mates were human or elf, the bond was the same, never to be broken except by death.
He knew better. He understood the consequences and went ahead with the process anyway. He was like a madman, intent on one purpose. It was as if he had no choice in the matter. A higher power compelled him. Bind her or die, it had said, bind her or die. He didn’t understand. True, there were so few humans the elves had ever been called upon to protect. He had always known their fates had been tied together, but this, this was something so far removed from what he understood it was unfathomable.
He pulled her closer to him and looked at her beautiful face. His first assessment had been right. On the day of her birth, he had told himself this one would be trouble. With a capital T. And trouble she was. They would go to the council since he didn’t know if a protector had ever been bound to his charge.
Yet, he felt an inner peace, which he had never had. Together, they were right, as if they belonged. He shook his head to pull the cobwebs away. The process itself could make one foggy, but he didn’t think it was the only reason. He was tired, bone tired as he had been on watch for days. Realizing he hadn’t done his duty, he placed a few ward spells on her front door and at the bedroom entrance. No one would enter without him knowing.
On second thought, he placed one on the elevator as well. The moment anyone keyed in for the penthouse, he would be notified.
Looking down at her again, he wondered how he ever lived without her. True, he had been cognizant of her every move, but he should have been there, should have prepared her for this night all her life. My god, what was I thinking? It was in that moment he understood he was well and truly caught. He loved the woman beyond all reason.
He prayed they would never been torn apart for any reason. But the council had the power to break up couples if they thought the process was entered into for the wrong reasons. And while he recognized his, he didn’t know hers, hadn’t even explained the choices to her.
Running his finger down her jaw, he grinned when she turned toward him and murmured his name. He would show her how much he cared, how much he wanted her in his life, then train her and let her make the final choice. He hoped he could do this before the counci
l summoned him. He had other constraints, which a normal elf didn’t. He was a protector and nor’ahkeem for him had to be approved.
He supposed he had at least a week before they would catch on to what had happened. A week to make her love him as much as he loved her. And he would take advantage of every second.
“Giselle,” he whispered into her ear as he affectionately nipped her.
“Ummm.”
She turned toward him and his hand went to her breast. Part of the training would involve pleasure. Lots of pleasure. Rolling her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he was surprised when it sprang to life under his touch. It amazed him how responsive she had been to him.
Sure, he had had many women in his time. He could never be a monk as he liked the gratification one got when sharing their bodies with a member of the opposite sex. But he had never loved any of them. Not one. It was if he were saving himself for her and only her. It made him shudder when he thought about it and it made him wonder how much the council had known, had concealed from him.
Moving his other hand down to her crotch, he wanted this one to be exclusively for her. Her slit was slick with fluid from their recent lovemaking. His finger slid over her hard nub with a light press. She moaned and moved closer to him, one hand reaching down to touch his as the other grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her shoulder.
“Careful. I’m still tender.”
“No problem, sweetness, this is for you and you alone.”
“Ummm, nice. Thank you.” Her voice carried a huskiness, which turned him on.
His forefinger swirled around her, her clit vibrating wickedly, as he could feel her need through his fingertips. An unusual sensation as he had never known a lover like he did her. Dipping into her, he moved in and out of her as his thumb pressed against her clit, making her squirm.
“Ronan.”
Her movements told him it would take little for her to orgasm, but he wanted to give her ultimate pleasure. Backing off a little, he chuckled when she groaned and surged against his hand. Pushing against her public bone, he felt her shudder against him as the pleasure built. He pulled his hand from her breast and put it under her bottom.
“I want to put my fingers up your ass. It will give you intense pleasure and help prepare the way for me to fuck you there sometime in the future.”
“All right. Sure. I don’t care as long as you make this ache go away.”
He chuckled, understanding exactly what she meant about the ache. He had it, too, but this was for her. Her slickness extended there and he rubbed ever so gently her tight rosette. He couldn’t wait until he had put his cock there and would dream about it until it happen. Still, he couldn’t help but feel her tighten up.
“Relax. If at any time I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She nodded against his chest. He massaged her until he felt her body begin to undulate in response to his strokes. It would be only moments before she let go completely. When she started to buck against him, he immediately pressed into her as his other hand continued its frontal assault. She surged against him once more and gasped. He worked her body until he could tell she was at the brink by her movements and the sounds emanating from her. Ronan pressed hard on her clit to stimulate her into completion when her cry of release filled the room. Colors blossomed in the room as a climax seized her in its grip.
Surprise filled him with wonder as a human normally didn’t discharge any magic. Another new fact to ponder, yet, he was more satisfied than he had been in a long, long time.
Chapter 4
A heavy weight was across her abdomen and it took her a moment to realize it was an arm. A man’s arm. Lying there, she tried to pull all the fragments of last night into her mind. Her stomach clinched as the memory all came flooding back.
Ronan.
Colors. Magic.
Nor’ahkeem.
She understood what it meant as she had asked some questions of her cousins over the years. There had been a time when they all joked about their conquests. And she had known they were different. Very different when it came to mating.
Elves mated for life through a process called nor’ahkeem. And if she had learned well what they had told her, she had went through the process with her Elven protector. She swallowed hard. She had talked a little with Tessa and Angie about it, but nothing prepared her for what had happened. If she could call Lacey and ask questions, she would, an elf must explain the process if a human was involved.
It would not matter if he had explained or not. She would follow this man to the ends of the earth and if he didn’t know it yet, he would, too, as she had a feeling the council would be involved. Moving his arm as slowly as possible, she turned on her back and looked at him.
He was the most handsome man she had ever known in her life and he had wanted her. She swelled with pride as he somehow had chosen her. She kissed his lips, running her tongue over them softly as she wasn’t prepared to wake him yet. If memory served her right, they would spend quite a few hours in bed over the next couple of days.
Not that she would mind at all. Last night had been the best sex she’d ever had in her life. And when he woke her up later to stroke her to orgasm again, she’d hit the jackpot so to speak. This man was a woman’s wet dream and every other possible desire all rolled into one. She would never want anyone else ever again.
She smiled slyly to herself, now was the time to return last night’s favor. Moving down, she grabbed his flaccid member in her hand and marveled at its size. He was a big man as her hand barely went around its circumference. Pumping him, she was surprised at how quickly he started respond to her touch.
Sliding out from under his arm, she kissed and swirled her tongue along his lean torso, pushing him over on his back. She placed her mouth over him and spun her tongue over the end of his penis. Leisurely, she licked and sucked on him until his hands were in her hair. Looking up, she smiled at him.
“Good morning.”
His voice slid down her as an exotic temptation, meant to be savored. She watched him for a moment before sucking him so hard, he popped out of her mouth with a slurping sound. “Morning yourself. Hope you don’t mind if I decided to help myself.”
“Only if I can do the same.”
“No, you can’t. I’m returning the favor.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d remember.”
“Remember? How could I forget?” She chuckled at his surprised look, happy to surprise him.
Her mouth went back to work and soon he was hard as a rock, all taut and tight against the back of her throat. Stopping, she looked at him, her thumb twirling around the large purple head. “What next? I mean, I can finish you off with my mouth, but I’m wondering if you’d rather I rode you.”
His eyes got dark and his breath rapid. “Are you going to torture me even more?”
“Of course.” Her grin spread from ear to ear.
He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up and over him. “Then I want you to torture me in a way where I can touch you.”
She cocked her head at him. “All right, but I call all the shots. And that means you come first.” Giselle hovered over him and, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force her down on himself.
Breathing heavily, he nodded. “Me first. Got it.”
She moved herself down over him, her body a tight sheath to his fiery rod. She had to sit there a moment herself as moving on him made her want to ride him until she got off, screw what he needed.
“What’s the matter?” he teased.
“Shut up,” she ground out. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His warm chuckle went over her like a blanket in winter, heating all the right places. “I have an idea. Do you need any help?” His hands were still at her waist.
She looked down at him and licked her lips. No, this was something she would do herself. “No. Give me a second.”
“Your wish.”
Using measured movements, she went up, then dow
n his hard body making each touch last as long as possible. With each stroke, she became bolder, more sure of herself as she contained her want and filtered it into what Ronan needed. She ran her hands over his chest, stopping to pinch his nipple, happy to hear his groan.
“You were saying?”
“God, Giselle. Don’t stop.”
Her blonde hair went around them as she bent forward to capture his lips with hers. His hands grabbed her head and pulled her even tighter to him as his tongue waged the ultimate battle with hers. Breathless, she beamed at him wickedly, sliding even more slowly over his rigid member.
“Please.” His voice a hoarse whisper.
She moved up and down on him and went slow a few more times before gaining speed as each push touched her inner spot, making her wiggle in delight. She thrust herself down on him again and could feel more than see the colors build. Understanding she had set in motion an event neither of them could deny, she strained ever closer to produce his greatest experience ever.
Suddenly, he sat up and clutched her to him. “Sorry, baby, but I think we’ll go together.”
As Ronan slammed into her again and again, Giselle could see the colors when her eyes were closed. He pushed her to the brink and she pulled back a little. “I’m almost there,” she whispered breathless. “Ready?”
Her only answer was his near frantic movements as he drove into her again and again. Their magic resonated together as they neared a mutual climax, a magic supposedly present only in elves although in recent times seen in the human Locklin women. The colors moved through them unlike they had the night before, eager, demanding. It frightened her, it exhilarated her. Soon a dividing wall broke as he hammered his body and together they were floating through the mist, through the pleasure as wave after wave broke over them.
Almost thirty minutes passed before she could move. Eventually, her breathing went back to normal and she leaned back to look at him.
“Wow.”
He frowned then and her heart sank. “I would say it was more than a wow.”
