“Open your eyes, Vinan.”
I tucked my face further into his neck instead of opening them. The inn passing by in a blur was enough to make the motion sickness that plagued me my entire life kick in.
“You wish to play a bedroom game?”
Oh. My. God.
Not only did the sexiest man I ever met carry me to his hotel room like he stole me, but he asked if I wanted to play a bedroom game. Tonight.
That implied not only did he like to play bedroom games but that he thought there would be more to us than just tonight.
“No. I don’t want to play a bedroom game.”
“No?”
Eldur pulled me closer instead of letting me down when I wiggled.
“That came out wrong. We could play a game if you want. I just needed a minute. I wasn’t ready for you to get us to a room at the speed of light.”
He tilted his head but didn’t put me down.
“You might be used to moving like a hummingbird on speed, but I don’t handle it well. I get motion sick. In a corset doubled up in your arms like this doesn’t help things.”
“Motion sick?”
How was I supposed to explain getting motion sick to the man I wanted to ravish me?
“I’m nauseous and needed a minute for the room to stop spinning.”
His eyes flashed to silver when he finally realized what I was talking about. “Apologies.”
Butterflies drunk on happiness replaced the murder hornets doing laps in my belly when he gently set me on the side of the bed and crouched in front of me.
“I will learn how to take care of you, Konuna.”
A soft smile tugged at my lips. There wouldn’t be time for Eldur to learn how to take care of me, but I loved that he put it out there.
He was so close I didn’t have to move far to rest my head against his shoulder. I wanted to remember everything about tonight, so when I was old and surrounded by cats I could think about the man who ruined me for all other men.
I trailed my nose along his neck until I reached the shell of his ear. Fae heroes were always my favorite. The temptation to see if his ears were as sensitive as writers made them out to be overwhelmed everything else.
A shiver of power raced through me with his first moan of pleasure. I toyed with the lobe before I traced my tongue to the point at the top. I ran my hands through his hair as I teased the tip of his ear. I didn’t want to think about when he would leave. My only goal was to sear tonight in his brain so when he was… whatever was the equivalent of a crazy cat lady for an elf warrior was, he would remember me.
“Close your eyes.”
I pressed a kiss against his temple and closed them. Silly me, I thought he wanted to play the bedroom game.
One second I was sitting on the bed fully clothed with him pressed against my legs. A minute later, I was trapped between his chest and the wall completely naked. His eyes searched my face for any sign of distress while his hands rested on the sides of my ribs to hold me steady.
I couldn’t find the words to tell him what I wanted so I showed him. One gentle tug on his shoulders brought him flush against me.
The kiss started slow and deep. I melted into him when he cradled my face with one hand holding me where he wanted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he rocked his hard length against me.
I contemplated begging when he palmed my breast in one large hand. I needed more. I needed him. Lucky me, I didn’t have to beg. He sensed my need.
He shifted me higher on the wall, so my core pressed against his flat stomach. I ground against him looking for relief, when he traced the curve of my ass until he found my little bud. I nearly came on the spot when he growled the word “Soon” in my ear as he tapped it three times. I’d never been interested in a man taking me there, but with him it felt right. I wanted to feel him stretch every part of my body.
I shifted to give him room when he moved higher to trace my folds. I rolled my head against the wall as he teased the bundle of nerves that suddenly became the center of my being. Eldur shifted me higher still so he could feast on my breasts as he pumped two slick fingers into me.
“Eyes, Konuna.”
I didn’t have to shut them. They were squeezed tight from the sheer amount of pleasure rolling through my body.
“Look at me.”
I was no longer in danger of hitting my head on the ceiling. I was stretched in the middle of a canopy bed with my phantom elf above me. Our gazes locked as he parted my slick thighs with one of his.
I wrapped my legs around his waist without being told. I needed him inside me like my next breath. I groaned in frustration when he rubbed the length of his cock against me. Part of me knew he was making sure I was ready to take him.
It was sweet. I didn’t want sweet.
He watched as I trailed a hand down my breast, past my navel, to palm him. His eyes flashed silver when I squeezed the base as he pumped into my hand. A sane woman would have been scared of taking the largest cock she had ever touched. I was far from sane at that moment.
I held his eyes as I pushed the head down my slit to the slick entrance. A soft flex of his hips drove the fat tip into me. A wicked grin spread across his handsome face when I arched my back to get more of him.
He took his time teasing me with shallow pumps until I gave him another word—please. That one little word broke his stranglehold on his willpower. With one hard thrust he was seated in me. Stretching me. I shattered. Everything in me pulsed with pleasure, pain, and want. Eldur claimed my mouth as he claimed my pussy. Rough, hard, and completely.
I was helpless against him. He held me where he wanted; he drove into me at the speed he wanted, brought me to the edge, and kept me there. I moaned his name when the build-up of tension became too much for me. He met me thrust for thrust, and when I fell off the side of the cliff, he went with me.