Chapter 449: Elara
The fog swirls around our bodies, a silver churning sea that illuminates every desperate line of our forms.
I lean down, my hair falling around our faces, creating a private world. I claim her mouth—a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of her and of my own desperate need. I can feel the hard, alien length of her pressed against my stomach, a hot brand against my skin. It is not enough.
I need it inside me.
I hold her neck and kiss her, and she moans, before I pull back.
I take her in my hand, guiding the strange, arrow-tipped head to my entrance. I am so wet, so ready, that it slides through my folds effortlessly, bumping my clit with every movement. I shudder—a full-body tremor of pure anticipation.
I look at her and find her eyes sparkling. They match the light around us.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Definitely, beloved."
I hold her gaze as I begin to sink down, as I finally, finally take her inside.
