#NSFWednesday this week is The Huntsman and the Spellweaver by Lucia Lawrence. This is a fantasy tale of lost love, the Wild Hunt and souls finding each other through it all. Once you've enjoyed the excerpt, the book is available now.
From the blurb:
For centuries, the Huntsman has searched the mortal world for his long-lost love, stolen from him by the Morrigan—the vengeful goddess of fate, victory, and death….
When a mysterious stranger saves Tam from being cruelly—and perhaps fatally—outed, Tam quickly discovers that his rescuer is no ordinary man: he’s a cursed spirit from another world. The fae of Elfhame are free to love whoever they want, without judgment, and when Eadric offers to take Tam to live among them, Tam can’t resist accepting. And it’s not just that the offer carries the promise of all he’s ever dreamed of.
The draw Tam feels to Eadric is undeniable—a captivating force that sparks across his skin and straight to his heart with even the simplest touch. But Eadric is haunted by the deadly Wild Hunt, and at its mercy, the pair are quickly plunged into a world of unforgiving goddesses and ancient magic.
Not even his certainty that his feelings could never be returned can keep Tam from hopelessly falling for Eadric, whom he is determined to free from his curse before the Wild Hunt can devour his soul; even if he has to break his own heart to do it. Time is running out though, and as the magnetic attraction between them builds until Tam can’t help but wonder if Eadric might feel more for him than he’d ever dared to hope, it may be too late to save Eadric from being consumed by the curse he’s fought so long to escape.
Let yourself be carried away by a scintillating queer MM fantasy romance novel that will capture your imagination and heart with characters to fall in love with and a paranormal twist. As the second standalone novel in the Under Elfhame’s Stars series, The Huntsman and the Spellweaver is a steamy slow-burn cinnamon roll romance that’s perfect for readers who have a soft spot for tales of self-discovery, unexpected bravery, charming chivalry, and enduring love that overcomes all.
Excerpt:
Eadric’s solid, firm warmth beneath me is so infinitely right as he pulls me down withhim into the soft coolness of the snow, drawing me on top of him. The movement breaks our kiss just long enough for me to suck in a gasping breath before his arms are around me and our lips meet and part, somehow even more passionate and insistent than before, each sweep of his tongue over mine still entirely new and so deliciously familiar as our hands rove across each other’s bodies, caressing, exploring, teasing.
Before—in the dark and uncertainty of the cave passageway, an aching sadness lingered behind each touch. Not now though. Now, every brush of Eadric’s hands, his tongue, his lips, tingles and sparks across my skin with the same rush of exhilaration that’s overtaking my mind as the awareness of what’s happened and what it means for us takes hold, leaving delicious fragments of almost-memory to whisper through my thoughts and mingle with the ecstasy of this moment.
My heart leaps, and it’s only the throbbing, burning desire that’s consumed me that keeps me from laughing out loud with fierce, flooding joy as his touch does just what I needed—just what I knew it would—stripping away the lingering echoes of despair and fear from me, filling me instead with dizzy elation.
“I was too afraid to even hope I’d ever get the chance for this again—” he murmurs against my lips as his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt to trail across the skin of my back, my sides, my stomach— “I was afraid that if I did, I’d never be able to make myself step out of that mound and face the Hunt. But now—”
In a movement that makes me gasp in surprise and at the surge of heat that burns through me, he rolls to the side, flipping us so that now it’s his dense, solid weight pressing down on me, his body covering mine. For a beat, he grins a breathless, delicious grin at the way my eyes widen as I pant up at him, my body alive with the electric tension of need that tugs low in my middle and dances up my spine.
“Now I can finally say again that you are mine, Tam,” his lips graze the line of my jaw.
“Mine,” he breathes against my skin as I arch up into him, into the way he punctuates his words with the press of his mouth against the skin of my neck, “and nothing—and no one—can ever take you from me again.”
“Yours,” I agree, the word low and husky as his thick, impossibly hard length presses alongside mine through our breeches. “Forever—”
The light skim of his fingers turns urgent then, his hands slipping behind my back, pushing up my shirt as he digs his grip into my shoulders, lifting me against him as he grinds his hips with mine as our mouths meet again in a desperate rush.
An almost unbearable wave of passion crashes through me, and with it, a fleeting flicker of memory bursts through my mind—clear and tantalizing this time, but so very brief— Our bodies sweat-slicked and intwined, hands and mouths and heavy breath—
The shudder of desire that ripples down my spine drags a low sound from me, and then, catching me off guard with their force, a flood of memories of this—of us—washes over me, so many and so intense and clear that I can only focus on a few that flash brightest and strongest across my thoughts—
Eadric’s fingers twined through mine, holding my hands against the pillows above my head as I lift and rock my hips, desperately trying to press up and into him as his eyes burn with heat, that wolfish grin spreading across his face as he watches me—
The taste of him as I draw his length into my mouth, the feel of his hard, muscular ass beneath my hands as I tease my fingers down its curves—
Eadric’s lips at the back of my neck, the shivery gust of his breath fanning against my skin, his hands running down my body—tight, full pleasure exploding through me as I arch back against him so that he sinks deep inside me—
There’s no holding back the moan that slips from my lips at the blazing, fierce pulse of longing that sears through me, pulling taught through my stomach to the base of my spine.
That is what I have to have—him inside me, filling me—
My breath catches in my chest, and I break away from Eadric’s kiss to bring my mouth to his ear as, body aching with need, my pulse racing with want and a sudden nervous shyness that won’t quite let me say what it is exactly what I most want, I whisper against his skin, “I want you to show me everything I’ve forgotten—”
The sound of my voice is so rough and breathless that I’m not sure he’s heard me, but I don’t miss noticing the way he quivers and shifts beneath me as my lips graze down the curve of his ear.
Arching against him, I brush my mouth up again to whisper, “Make me remember everything.”
A hungry sound escapes him as, jerkily, Eadric nods, and like I can see into his mind, I know he’s thinking of exactly the same thing as I am, that it doesn’t matter that I didn’t say the precise words—
“Everything,” he repeats, the simple word immeasurably seductive in his low, husky voice as he raises his eyebrows, pinning me with his dark and blazing eyes.
In answer, I lie back into the snow beneath him, shifting my knees apart so that his body fits between them, my eyes tracking the bob of his throat as he slowly swallows.
Then his hands are on me, pushing my shirt up and off, almost tearing at the material as he tugs it out from under my back.
I don’t care if he rips it to pieces—I don’t care about anything except the heat that burns in his expression, the way his lips have fallen partway open, the hard, eager press and twitch of the bulge in his breeches against my thigh.
As soon as he tosses my shirt aside, he sits back on his knees to set to work on my breeches. I try to sit up to help him pull them off, but he gently pushes me back with one broad, firm hand against my chest, flashing me another irresistibly wolfish grin as he pins me lightly against the snow before moving down to meet each newly exposed inch of my skin with the lingering warmth of his mouth.
When he pauses to suck a dark bruise into the inside of my thigh, I can’t hold in my needy moans and whimpers anymore than I can help the way my hips lift and shudder.
I’m so hard it’s nearly painful, but Eadric only continues kissing his way down my legs until, finally, he pulls my boots and breeches free before sitting back up to tug off his mail shirt along with his tunic, and then, at last, his breeches.
Like last night, the sight of him naked—all broad, firm muscle and smooth skin dusted here and there with clusters of light freckles, the jutting hardness of his arousal as his thick shaft twitches between his legs—takes my breath away. Every nerve in me is desperate to touch him and to feel his hands on me, but all I can do is prop myself up on my elbows and stare, taking in every angle and curve and line of him as his eyes slowly travel down my body with a look as hungry and enraptured as I know my own must be.
It’s Eadric’s groan of longing that breaks the spell he’s cast over me, and suddenly I’m on my knees in front of him, my arms around his neck, pulling him against me as my mouth finds his. As if of their own accord, our bodies meet and move together, the achingly hard heat of our lengths pressing and rubbing against each other until I could almost forget that there’s more that I want—that I can’t just let myself fall into the sensation of him—
A small, disappointed sound breaks from me as Eadric pulls away, but then that grin of his is back, sending a flicker of anticipation through me. The next moment, that flicker flares bright and hot and tight, straight down my spine and between my legs, as Eadric brings his index and middle fingers to my mouth, brushing them along my lower lip before slipping them in across my tongue.
As I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking and running my tongue along their lengths, my pulse races, throbbing through me until I’m almost dizzy. Slowly, I run the flat of my tongue up along the underside of Eadric’s middle finger, and his hips buck against mine so that I can’t help the way the breath rushes out of me as my mouth falls open.
Eyes fixed on my face, Eadric pulls his fingers from my mouth, and my breath catches, frozen in my chest as anticipation shivers through every nerve in my body.
Bringing his other hand up to cup my cheek, holding my gaze, he reaches down and back behind me.
The brush of his slick fingers as he slips them between my cheeks, just letting them rub lightly against my entrance, has my body coiling tight with tingling, delicious sensitivity. And then slowly, so carefully, he presses one finger into me, his gaze never leaving mine as he watches, checking my reaction, his cheeks flaming and his lips parted under his darkly burning eyes.
I have to bite down hard on my lip to hold back a desperate moan at the feel of Eadric’s finger in me as it slips deeper, brushing against a spot that sends ripples of irresistible pleasure through every inch of me. The combination of it with the hard press of his rigid length against mine is intoxicating—overwhelming—and I can’t help the way my hips grind against him, seeking the friction of the place where our bodies meet as Eadric pulls me closer, kissing me fiercely, all tongue and teeth and need as desperate as my own.
I’m lost to the delicious sensation building in me and the passion of Eadric’s lips on mine when he brushes a second finger against me, sending a fresh flare of desire and anticipation sparking along my nerves. His breath coming in ragged gasps, he pulls away, waiting, checking, questioning.
I don’t trust my voice to answer, but at my breathless nod, Eadric doesn’t hesitate.
His eyes are lust-darkened and so enticingly eager that I know, even before he does it, that he isn’t going to be able to hold back as he slips his second finger in to join the first.
The intensity—the aching, almost unbearable pleasure—of the sudden fullness makes me gasp, and instantly, Eadric freezes, his fingers threatening to pull out from inside me.
He can’t—
Swallowing, I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I manage through my heaving breaths, pressing myself against him, rolling my hips, chasing the overpowering rush of sensation he’s woken in me.
As he hesitates a breath longer, my hand trembling slightly with the tight, searing heat coursing through me, I wrap my fingers as far as I can around both our stiff, heated lengths, rubbing, twisting my wrist as I go, mesmerized and intoxicated by the feel of touching both of us together.
The breath rushes from Eadric in a groan, and at last he resumes the delicious torture of his fingers in me, each stroke dragging a gasping moan from my throat as I increase the speed of my hand on us, bringing it in sync with his movements.
Eadric’s forehead presses against mine, our heavy breaths mingling as my free hand tangles in his hair, holding him to me. Beneath my touch, I can feel him shudder and quiver until, with a breathless gasp, his hand stills in me again.
I’m about to beg him not to stop as his fingers slip free of me, but then his lips are at my ear, his voice thick and low as he murmurs, “Lie back.”
Those two words ignite a searing hum of anticipation in me as he winds an arm around the back of my shoulders, moving with me as I lie back against the snow.
Without thought, as if they remember even more clearly than I do, my legs tangle around Eadric’s waist, tugging him close against me as he brings the hot, slick press of his throbbing tip to my entrance. Lowering his lips to mine in a slow, deep kiss, he rocks forward, sinking in just enough to draw a soft moan from me at the slight burn of his thickness mingling with the sparks of pleasure bursting through my body.
“More?” He whispers the question against my mouth, and, as he lifts his head to meet my eyes to gauge my response, I can see in the flushed heat of his cheeks and the tremble of his lips what it’s costing him to hold still, barely inside me, like this.
And more is what I need—what I have to have. If he doesn’t give it to me, I’m afraid the burning desire in me might consume me—
“All of you,” I gasp, my arms coming up around his broad back, hands clutching his shoulders, savoring the taught swell of his muscles as I try to drag him nearer.
His mouth finds mine again in a greedy kiss as he moves, sinking into me so slowly that the anticipation and pleasure of it steal my breath.
By the time he’s completely buried in me, the exquisite, aching pleasure radiating through me is all I can focus on, and when he rocks his hips, drawing out almost entirely before thrusting back, I don’t even try to hold in the needy moan that slips from my lips.
The feel of him—the fullness, the stroke of his length in and out of me across nerves that hum and throb with the gliding pressure—is overpowering and not nearly enough.
Chasing the delicious torment, I move with him, arching and rolling into him so that he drives into me harder, faster.
My hands roam feverishly over Eadric’s skin, down his back, savoring the tense and release of his muscles as he thrusts into me, pulling him closer, deeper as I suck and bite at his lower lip until I give myself over to the surges of pleasure cresting through me. With a gasp, I let my head fall back as my hands slip up again, tangling in his hair as his mouth moves down across my throat, making me quiver under his lips and tongue as they skim along my skin.
Every thrust of Eadric’s hips pushes me closer to release, the tingling hot tension of it mounting higher in me with each movement. Then his hands grasp my waist, and he sits back, pulling me up with him into his lap. The shift in position plunges him deeper than ever into me, but his hands gripping my hips hold me motionless against him as his chest heaves and his body trembles beneath mine.
The feel of him, unmoving and sunk so deeply into me has my muscles pulling tight around him as I barely contain the need to rock into the nearly unbearably intense pleasure. He holds me still for another endless breath though, and then his hands trace up my sides, their touch at once hungry and so very tender, and I give in to the temptation to move again, rising up on my knees to roll my hips and move in slow circles in his lap.
My flushed, tight length is pressed between our bodies, and the pressure and frictionof our movement as Eadric thrusts upward echoes along my nerves, mingling with the pleasure tearing through me as each of his strokes fills me.
Delicious, thrilling tension echoes through my body, building at the base of my spine, and, of their own accord, my fingers, still wound through Eadric’s hair, pull tight. At that, he drags in a rough gasp, lips parting, his hands grasping tight at my back as his hips buck up into mine. Drunk on the desire that flares in me at his response, I tug again at his hair, and he lets out a low sound that pushes me so desperately close to release that I can tell that another few rocks into me are all it will take—
“Kiss me, Eadric—” a moan touches my words as I fight to last long enough for it to be the hot press of his mouth and the sweep of his tongue over mine that push me over the edge—
With a low, strangled sound, he surges forward, claiming my mouth, and as I melt into his kiss, every muscle in my body pulls tight as irresistible, overwhelming pleasure crashes through me. As I spill across his stomach, Eadric’s body tenses beneath me, and, clinging to me, the movements of his mouth and hips rough and uneven, he pulses deep inside me.
The feel of his release, the sweet, intoxicating sound of his low moan, the grasp of his hands at my back, draw out my pleasure until my body is limp and I can’t help but fall back against the snowy ground, Eadric following after me, grinning as he collapses onto my chest.
Wrapping one arm around his back, my other hand slips up into his soft, silky hair again, my fingers working through the slightly tangled strands, gently smoothing them as he shifts slightly to grab hold of his discarded cloak, pulling it around us both.
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Eadric’s solid, firm warmth beneath me is so infinitely right as he pulls me down withhim into the soft coolness of the snow, drawing me on top of him. The movement breaks our kiss just long enough for me to suck in a gasping breath before his arms are around me and our lips meet and part, somehow even more passionate and insistent than before, each sweep of his tongue over mine still entirely new and so deliciously familiar as our hands rove across each other’s bodies, caressing, exploring, teasing.
Before—in the dark and uncertainty of the cave passageway, an aching sadness lingered behind each touch. Not now though. Now, every brush of Eadric’s hands, his tongue, his lips, tingles and sparks across my skin with the same rush of exhilaration that’s overtaking my mind as the awareness of what’s happened and what it means for us takes hold, leaving delicious fragments of almost-memory to whisper through my thoughts and mingle with the ecstasy of this moment.
My heart leaps, and it’s only the throbbing, burning desire that’s consumed me that keeps me from laughing out loud with fierce, flooding joy as his touch does just what I needed—just what I knew it would—stripping away the lingering echoes of despair and fear from me, filling me instead with dizzy elation.
“I was too afraid to even hope I’d ever get the chance for this again—” he murmurs against my lips as his hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt to trail across the skin of my back, my sides, my stomach— “I was afraid that if I did, I’d never be able to make myself step out of that mound and face the Hunt. But now—”
In a movement that makes me gasp in surprise and at the surge of heat that burns through me, he rolls to the side, flipping us so that now it’s his dense, solid weight pressing down on me, his body covering mine. For a beat, he grins a breathless, delicious grin at the way my eyes widen as I pant up at him, my body alive with the electric tension of need that tugs low in my middle and dances up my spine.
“Now I can finally say again that you are mine, Tam,” his lips graze the line of my jaw.
“Mine,” he breathes against my skin as I arch up into him, into the way he punctuates his words with the press of his mouth against the skin of my neck, “and nothing—and no one—can ever take you from me again.”
“Yours,” I agree, the word low and husky as his thick, impossibly hard length presses alongside mine through our breeches. “Forever—”
The light skim of his fingers turns urgent then, his hands slipping behind my back, pushing up my shirt as he digs his grip into my shoulders, lifting me against him as he grinds his hips with mine as our mouths meet again in a desperate rush.
An almost unbearable wave of passion crashes through me, and with it, a fleeting flicker of memory bursts through my mind—clear and tantalizing this time, but so very brief— Our bodies sweat-slicked and intwined, hands and mouths and heavy breath—
The shudder of desire that ripples down my spine drags a low sound from me, and then, catching me off guard with their force, a flood of memories of this—of us—washes over me, so many and so intense and clear that I can only focus on a few that flash brightest and strongest across my thoughts—
Eadric’s fingers twined through mine, holding my hands against the pillows above my head as I lift and rock my hips, desperately trying to press up and into him as his eyes burn with heat, that wolfish grin spreading across his face as he watches me—
The taste of him as I draw his length into my mouth, the feel of his hard, muscular ass beneath my hands as I tease my fingers down its curves—
Eadric’s lips at the back of my neck, the shivery gust of his breath fanning against my skin, his hands running down my body—tight, full pleasure exploding through me as I arch back against him so that he sinks deep inside me—
There’s no holding back the moan that slips from my lips at the blazing, fierce pulse of longing that sears through me, pulling taught through my stomach to the base of my spine.
That is what I have to have—him inside me, filling me—
My breath catches in my chest, and I break away from Eadric’s kiss to bring my mouth to his ear as, body aching with need, my pulse racing with want and a sudden nervous shyness that won’t quite let me say what it is exactly what I most want, I whisper against his skin, “I want you to show me everything I’ve forgotten—”
The sound of my voice is so rough and breathless that I’m not sure he’s heard me, but I don’t miss noticing the way he quivers and shifts beneath me as my lips graze down the curve of his ear.
Arching against him, I brush my mouth up again to whisper, “Make me remember everything.”
A hungry sound escapes him as, jerkily, Eadric nods, and like I can see into his mind, I know he’s thinking of exactly the same thing as I am, that it doesn’t matter that I didn’t say the precise words—
“Everything,” he repeats, the simple word immeasurably seductive in his low, husky voice as he raises his eyebrows, pinning me with his dark and blazing eyes.
In answer, I lie back into the snow beneath him, shifting my knees apart so that his body fits between them, my eyes tracking the bob of his throat as he slowly swallows.
Then his hands are on me, pushing my shirt up and off, almost tearing at the material as he tugs it out from under my back.
I don’t care if he rips it to pieces—I don’t care about anything except the heat that burns in his expression, the way his lips have fallen partway open, the hard, eager press and twitch of the bulge in his breeches against my thigh.
As soon as he tosses my shirt aside, he sits back on his knees to set to work on my breeches. I try to sit up to help him pull them off, but he gently pushes me back with one broad, firm hand against my chest, flashing me another irresistibly wolfish grin as he pins me lightly against the snow before moving down to meet each newly exposed inch of my skin with the lingering warmth of his mouth.
When he pauses to suck a dark bruise into the inside of my thigh, I can’t hold in my needy moans and whimpers anymore than I can help the way my hips lift and shudder.
I’m so hard it’s nearly painful, but Eadric only continues kissing his way down my legs until, finally, he pulls my boots and breeches free before sitting back up to tug off his mail shirt along with his tunic, and then, at last, his breeches.
Like last night, the sight of him naked—all broad, firm muscle and smooth skin dusted here and there with clusters of light freckles, the jutting hardness of his arousal as his thick shaft twitches between his legs—takes my breath away. Every nerve in me is desperate to touch him and to feel his hands on me, but all I can do is prop myself up on my elbows and stare, taking in every angle and curve and line of him as his eyes slowly travel down my body with a look as hungry and enraptured as I know my own must be.
It’s Eadric’s groan of longing that breaks the spell he’s cast over me, and suddenly I’m on my knees in front of him, my arms around his neck, pulling him against me as my mouth finds his. As if of their own accord, our bodies meet and move together, the achingly hard heat of our lengths pressing and rubbing against each other until I could almost forget that there’s more that I want—that I can’t just let myself fall into the sensation of him—
A small, disappointed sound breaks from me as Eadric pulls away, but then that grin of his is back, sending a flicker of anticipation through me. The next moment, that flicker flares bright and hot and tight, straight down my spine and between my legs, as Eadric brings his index and middle fingers to my mouth, brushing them along my lower lip before slipping them in across my tongue.
As I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking and running my tongue along their lengths, my pulse races, throbbing through me until I’m almost dizzy. Slowly, I run the flat of my tongue up along the underside of Eadric’s middle finger, and his hips buck against mine so that I can’t help the way the breath rushes out of me as my mouth falls open.
Eyes fixed on my face, Eadric pulls his fingers from my mouth, and my breath catches, frozen in my chest as anticipation shivers through every nerve in my body.
Bringing his other hand up to cup my cheek, holding my gaze, he reaches down and back behind me.
The brush of his slick fingers as he slips them between my cheeks, just letting them rub lightly against my entrance, has my body coiling tight with tingling, delicious sensitivity. And then slowly, so carefully, he presses one finger into me, his gaze never leaving mine as he watches, checking my reaction, his cheeks flaming and his lips parted under his darkly burning eyes.
I have to bite down hard on my lip to hold back a desperate moan at the feel of Eadric’s finger in me as it slips deeper, brushing against a spot that sends ripples of irresistible pleasure through every inch of me. The combination of it with the hard press of his rigid length against mine is intoxicating—overwhelming—and I can’t help the way my hips grind against him, seeking the friction of the place where our bodies meet as Eadric pulls me closer, kissing me fiercely, all tongue and teeth and need as desperate as my own.
I’m lost to the delicious sensation building in me and the passion of Eadric’s lips on mine when he brushes a second finger against me, sending a fresh flare of desire and anticipation sparking along my nerves. His breath coming in ragged gasps, he pulls away, waiting, checking, questioning.
I don’t trust my voice to answer, but at my breathless nod, Eadric doesn’t hesitate.
His eyes are lust-darkened and so enticingly eager that I know, even before he does it, that he isn’t going to be able to hold back as he slips his second finger in to join the first.
The intensity—the aching, almost unbearable pleasure—of the sudden fullness makes me gasp, and instantly, Eadric freezes, his fingers threatening to pull out from inside me.
He can’t—
Swallowing, I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I manage through my heaving breaths, pressing myself against him, rolling my hips, chasing the overpowering rush of sensation he’s woken in me.
As he hesitates a breath longer, my hand trembling slightly with the tight, searing heat coursing through me, I wrap my fingers as far as I can around both our stiff, heated lengths, rubbing, twisting my wrist as I go, mesmerized and intoxicated by the feel of touching both of us together.
The breath rushes from Eadric in a groan, and at last he resumes the delicious torture of his fingers in me, each stroke dragging a gasping moan from my throat as I increase the speed of my hand on us, bringing it in sync with his movements.
Eadric’s forehead presses against mine, our heavy breaths mingling as my free hand tangles in his hair, holding him to me. Beneath my touch, I can feel him shudder and quiver until, with a breathless gasp, his hand stills in me again.
I’m about to beg him not to stop as his fingers slip free of me, but then his lips are at my ear, his voice thick and low as he murmurs, “Lie back.”
Those two words ignite a searing hum of anticipation in me as he winds an arm around the back of my shoulders, moving with me as I lie back against the snow.
Without thought, as if they remember even more clearly than I do, my legs tangle around Eadric’s waist, tugging him close against me as he brings the hot, slick press of his throbbing tip to my entrance. Lowering his lips to mine in a slow, deep kiss, he rocks forward, sinking in just enough to draw a soft moan from me at the slight burn of his thickness mingling with the sparks of pleasure bursting through my body.
“More?” He whispers the question against my mouth, and, as he lifts his head to meet my eyes to gauge my response, I can see in the flushed heat of his cheeks and the tremble of his lips what it’s costing him to hold still, barely inside me, like this.
And more is what I need—what I have to have. If he doesn’t give it to me, I’m afraid the burning desire in me might consume me—
“All of you,” I gasp, my arms coming up around his broad back, hands clutching his shoulders, savoring the taught swell of his muscles as I try to drag him nearer.
His mouth finds mine again in a greedy kiss as he moves, sinking into me so slowly that the anticipation and pleasure of it steal my breath.
By the time he’s completely buried in me, the exquisite, aching pleasure radiating through me is all I can focus on, and when he rocks his hips, drawing out almost entirely before thrusting back, I don’t even try to hold in the needy moan that slips from my lips.
The feel of him—the fullness, the stroke of his length in and out of me across nerves that hum and throb with the gliding pressure—is overpowering and not nearly enough.
Chasing the delicious torment, I move with him, arching and rolling into him so that he drives into me harder, faster.
My hands roam feverishly over Eadric’s skin, down his back, savoring the tense and release of his muscles as he thrusts into me, pulling him closer, deeper as I suck and bite at his lower lip until I give myself over to the surges of pleasure cresting through me. With a gasp, I let my head fall back as my hands slip up again, tangling in his hair as his mouth moves down across my throat, making me quiver under his lips and tongue as they skim along my skin.
Every thrust of Eadric’s hips pushes me closer to release, the tingling hot tension of it mounting higher in me with each movement. Then his hands grasp my waist, and he sits back, pulling me up with him into his lap. The shift in position plunges him deeper than ever into me, but his hands gripping my hips hold me motionless against him as his chest heaves and his body trembles beneath mine.
The feel of him, unmoving and sunk so deeply into me has my muscles pulling tight around him as I barely contain the need to rock into the nearly unbearably intense pleasure. He holds me still for another endless breath though, and then his hands trace up my sides, their touch at once hungry and so very tender, and I give in to the temptation to move again, rising up on my knees to roll my hips and move in slow circles in his lap.
My flushed, tight length is pressed between our bodies, and the pressure and frictionof our movement as Eadric thrusts upward echoes along my nerves, mingling with the pleasure tearing through me as each of his strokes fills me.
Delicious, thrilling tension echoes through my body, building at the base of my spine, and, of their own accord, my fingers, still wound through Eadric’s hair, pull tight. At that, he drags in a rough gasp, lips parting, his hands grasping tight at my back as his hips buck up into mine. Drunk on the desire that flares in me at his response, I tug again at his hair, and he lets out a low sound that pushes me so desperately close to release that I can tell that another few rocks into me are all it will take—
“Kiss me, Eadric—” a moan touches my words as I fight to last long enough for it to be the hot press of his mouth and the sweep of his tongue over mine that push me over the edge—
With a low, strangled sound, he surges forward, claiming my mouth, and as I melt into his kiss, every muscle in my body pulls tight as irresistible, overwhelming pleasure crashes through me. As I spill across his stomach, Eadric’s body tenses beneath me, and, clinging to me, the movements of his mouth and hips rough and uneven, he pulses deep inside me.
The feel of his release, the sweet, intoxicating sound of his low moan, the grasp of his hands at my back, draw out my pleasure until my body is limp and I can’t help but fall back against the snowy ground, Eadric following after me, grinning as he collapses onto my chest.
Wrapping one arm around his back, my other hand slips up into his soft, silky hair again, my fingers working through the slightly tangled strands, gently smoothing them as he shifts slightly to grab hold of his discarded cloak, pulling it around us both.
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