ELRETH
The deep, resonant call of the mating rumbled in his chest, and she dropped her head back, calling back to him, pulling him in as he leaned down, took the peak of her breast in his mouth and sucked.
She whimpered with pleasure and her hips rocked forward instinctively.
"Fuck, El," he rasped against the plump of her breast.
She was already panting, already trilling inside—despite her fear and self-consciousness. Standing there with him she wanted nothing more than to be laying with him.
While he worked first one breast, then the other, sending jangling jolts through her belly to her core, she reached between them to find the buckle of his belt.
He growled in approval when she gripped it, pulled the thick leather through the holders until it slapped against her bare belly, then tugged it free and started on his buttons.
