ELRETH
The loss of Aaryn against her was such a shock, for a moment she just stood there, his warmth at her back, his arms embracing her, holding her close, his chest heaving against her back. His breath was hot on the back of her neck and his body, demanding, still rolled against her.
Elreth raised her head, panting. "What—?"
He pressed the flat of his tongue against the nape of her neck, then sucked and goosebumps washed down her back. One of his hands slid down to find the apex of her thighs and she arched as he found her there, slick and swollen, her flesh yearning for him.
Dropping her head back against his shoulder, her breath rasped in and out of her throat. The skin on her back shivered deliciously at the sensation of him pressed against her, coupled with the warm press of his hand between her legs.
