The Beauty of You - Part 6

ELIA

The wickedness of Reth's smile, the sheer pleasure in his gaze, and the edge of tension in his voice as he fought not to crest the wave because he wanted more too… it all conspired to slacken her jaw and make her whimper as Reth thrust—still slowly, but his fingers digging into the backs of her hips, pulling her hard against him with each roll.

And she loved it.

Her pleasure was building again, banking, making promises. And with it, the coil of something wild—that prowled forward in the wake of her release of all the fear that had held her back these recent weeks.

Had she just growled?

Pulling his head back by his hair, Elia let her teeth scrape along the stubble of his jaw as she ground into him.

"Move… away… from the wall… just a little," she gasped without letting his head go.