Elysia.
“I want to know what you taste like one more time tonight,” he said without breaking contact from my eyes.
Kael’s regular voice was a gift from above, manna from the goddess, the sweetest symphony. But his voice filled with arousal and that was something else altogether.
My heart thudded so hard against his chest that I struggled to catch my breath when he started pulling my panties down my thighs. My legs parted instinctively, and he rewarded me by running my fingers along my slit. I couldn’t break eye contact, not even when he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked away the wetness I left there.
“Are you sure about this?” I whispered, and then his hands were at my waist, turning me around to face the standing mirror table.
He hooked a hand behind my right knee and spre
