"You should sleep," Eli murmured, his breath warm against Islinda's skin. He kissed down her bare back, each kiss deliberate and lingering. His lips moved slowly, savoring the taste of her, and between each kiss, he gently suckled, taking her skin between his sharp teeth. Islinda shuddered, the pleasurable sensation coursing through her, making her body arch slightly in response.
"I can't," Islinda sighed, closing her eyes and relishing the heavenly sensation. The gods knew Eli would be the death of her. Despite the soreness between her legs, she knew if he wanted to initiate another round of reckless passion, she wouldn't stop him. Yes, she was a glutton for punishment. It just felt so good.
"It was just a dream," Eli murmured, his hand reaching for her breast, kneading and massaging the soft flesh while she moaned, arching further into him.
