RETH
Reth groaned when her lips landed on his and she tasted him with her tongue. For a moment he lost himself in her warm softness, letting his hand drift up to cup her full breast, thumbing her nipple until it rose under his touch and stood so hard and proud it made his body scream for release.
Elia was already panting, her kisses becoming desperate and the instinct was there to simply take her—to give in to the ache and the drive he'd been fighting all these days. But then he remembered Aymora's rage about his selfishness, the risk to the baby.
"No, Elia. Stop!" He pulled away, panting, but she followed him, leaning over him, his face in her hand and her breasts pressed against his arm and chest. He tried to fight her, but didn't want to hurt her either and she had him pinned against the furs. Short of tossing her aside and sliding out of the bed completely, he needed to talk some sense into her.