Chapter 669: The Beauty of You - Part 5

RETH

Mouth still devouring her breast, Reth inhaled deeply and decided Elia tasted like honey and love. He was struck dumb, marveling that she was his. And he would show her—demonstrate to her that she need never fear that he would lose his appetite for her. That she was, to him, the only dish of which he would never tire.

She must have been holding her breath since that gasp, because it came out in a rush when he reached around to hold her ass and position her with his grip, rocking, sliding, seeking that delicious friction between them that always made her melt, praying she wasn't still too tense, or afraid.

He never wanted her to be afraid.

Then she sucked in again and tilted her hips and he found her, nudging at her core. The temptation to plunge into her was overwhelming. But it was too soon—

"Please, Reth!" she gasped raising her head to meeting his eyes, her mouth half open and lower lip slack. "Please."