Page 126 of Somnium

Cadi shifted in his lap, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt to pull him with her as she stood. Goosebumps cascaded across his body where her knuckles brushed his skin, and now that he had her close, he couldn’t stand the thought of not touching her even as she led him toward the bedroom. He gripped her hips and pressed his body to hers, slipping his hands beneath her sweater to run them over her stomach while they walked, needing to feel her, to hold her.

Her head tipped back, the weight of it against his chest barely tethering him to the moment, and when her fingers skimmed the side of his neck, it nearly took him to his knees right there.

Fuck, when did his bedroom get so far away? There was no way he was going to make it, not with the way she had started grinding her ass against him.

Pulling them both to a stop, Elias spun her around and pressed his thumb beneath her jaw to tilt her head back. Her pulse hammered beneath his palm, and heat flashed low in his body at the dangerous glint he saw in her eyes. It was a look that carried more than desire, more than the playful challenge that was slowly driving him mad.

It was trust.

A silent confirmation that despite everything that had happened, she had come back to him. Chosen him. He didn’t know what he’d done to be worthy of her, but he would bleed himself dry before he saw that trust broken again.

With a low groan, he pressed his lips to her neck and skimmed them up to her jaw as he took a step forward, moving her back until her thighs hit the mahogany dining table.

“Oh, Cadi,” he whispered against her ear, smiling when he heard her breath catch. “I’ve been starving for you every day since you left.”

He pulled back to look at her. Wild need blended with the heat that coursed through him as her hands drifted up his arms, her fingers flexing against his biceps. She knew what was coming; he could see it in her eyes, and he fucking loved that she was inches away from breaking for him. He let his hands slide down her body to wrap around her thighs, then lifted her onto the table.

“Every day without you was fucking torture. And now … I need you to feel how sacred you are to me.”

He slipped his hand beneath the soft fabric of her leggings, brushing his fingers against the wetness that had already pooled between her legs in anticipation of his touch. Elias let out a low, satisfied hiss at the evidence of how much she wanted him, how easily her body still responded to his.

A tiny gasp fell from her lips when he pressed his fingers to her clit and began to move them in slow, deliberate circles. He got harder with every inch of her he felt, the little sounds she made feeding his growing need. This was for her, but still …

He wanted more of those sounds.

“Lift up for me, love,” he murmured. Cadi flattened her palms on the polished surface, elevating her hips just enough for him to slide her leggings off. Without breaking her gaze, he inched the fabric down her thighs and let his knuckles skim over every piece of her he uncovered.

He lifted her leg and pressed a kiss to her ankle, then her calf. It was so easy to worship her; he barely even had to try. Elias straightened and gripped the back of her neck before pulling her mouth hard against his. She had already started to shake.

“Lie back,” he murmured against her, guiding her down onto the table as he lowered himself into the chair for his favorite fucking meal. A grin slid over his face at the shiver that coursed through her body when he lifted her leg and grazed his teeth against her inner thigh before he rested it on his shoulder. Seeing her react to him would never get old.

His cock strained against his jeans, but the pain was almost welcome, as it kept him from completely losing himself at the sight of how wet she was for him. He’d missed everything about her, not just her body, but this … this was fucking heaven. Her choosing him, trusting him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. It was enough to make his chest cave in.

He leaned forward and brushed his nose against her center, taking in her familiar scent. The smell that was uniquely her. Fucking hell, it made his mouth water. Elias flicked his tongue against her clit, and he chuckled at her gasp that echoed from above him. He did it again, slow and teasing. A roguish pride grew when she started to squirm, her entire body begging him for more.

A low moan escaped him when he finally pressed his mouth flush against her and the taste of her saturate his tongue. He could die just like this and he wouldn’t even care. Nothing could touch the paradise he had found with her.

The map of her body was etched into his mind, guiding him to the perfect cadence and pressure to set her on fire. But even without it, the breathy whimpers that tumbled from her lips were all the direction he needed. That, and the way her leg had already started to shake against his shoulder.

Yeah, he was right where he belonged, and he wasn’t moving until he got her there.

She let out a sultry moan and the sound vibrated through him to settle right between his thighs, his body instantly reacting to her sounds of ecstasy. He felt her weave her fingers into his hair and grip him tightly, holding him against her body at the exact spot she needed him. When her hips began to writhe, the sight of her taking her own pleasure, fiercely owning it like the goddess she was, sparked something carnal inside of him.

“Oh gods,” she breathed, “Elias, I’m close. Don’t stop.”

Never in a million fucking years would he even think about stopping. Not until she’d screamed his name, and her entire body was spent and shaking beneath him.

When her sounds shifted to grow more desperate and urgent, he knew she was about to crest her peak. She just needed a little more. He slid two fingers inside of her, his own body beginning to tremble when he felt how much wetter she’d become. So perfect. Then, he curled them against her, beckoning her closer with each pass.

That’s it, love. Almost there.

Cadi’s hand flexed in his hair, her grip so tight and desperate it hurt, but he didn’t fucking care when a ragged cry tore from her chest. Her back arched off the table as her muscles gripped his fingers, pulsing through each wave of her orgasm. Gods, she was beautiful like that. He watched her unravel, and the sight of it nearly took him over the edge with her.

“Elias, fuck!” she screamed, and gods, it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. But he didn’t stop, not yet. He gripped her leg tighter and held her down as he wrung every last drop from her with each brush of his tongue, until her body began to calm, and her writhing was replaced with quiet trembles.

Elias let out a reverent growl when one last tremor shuddered through her as he slid his fingers out and placed one final lick against her clit. His lips skimmed up her skin as he stood, memorizing everything about the way she looked in that moment. The stuttering rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath, the flush of her skin, the hazy look in her eyes.

She was everything.