Elara's pov His mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. His hands moved down my sides, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to remember every curve of my body. I arched into him, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.He kissed his way down my stomach. I felt his breath warm on my skin, and I shivered. He looked up at me, his eyes dark, and I nodded. I didn't need to say anything. He knew.When his mouth found me, I gasped. My hand flew to the back of his head, holding him there. His tongue moved in slow circles, then faster, then slower again. He was taking his time. He wasn't rushing. He wanted me to feel every second of it.I closed my eyes. The room spun. My thighs tightened around his head. I could hear myself moaning, could feel the sound vibrating in my chest, but I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it.He slid two fingers inside me, and I cried out. His mouth stayed on me, his fingers curling, finding the spot that made my back
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