Page 48 of Triplets for the Dark Elf

“Yes,” I answer through clenched teeth, my hands fisted in the sheets.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to my pearl.

With both fingers inside of me, pulsing in just the right place, I’m already sweating. My body is tense, wound up with the feeling of him inside of me.

But when his tongue starts to press against my clit, the pressure sends me over the edge almost instantly. My knees fight to pinch around his head as I grind against his mouth, seeking every ounce of pleasure as my orgasm bursts through me.

I barely remember to cover my mouth before I scream, and I pray the kids can’t hear me.

When Miothro slides his fingers out, though, I don’t hear a door open or little feet. I think I’m in the clear as I sink back against the bed and he finishes cleaning me up.

“Do you want more?” He crawls up my body until he’s hovering over me.

My eyes dart down to see the thick bulge pressing against his underwear. I can see beads of precum dotting the fabric near the band, and heat floods my body.

I lean up to hook my fingers around his underwear. “Please.” I pull them down.

Deftly, he shifts his weight onto his hands and kicks them free, and I’m focused on his thick erection hanging between his legs. I’ve felt Miothro before, and the ache between my legs becomes so acute at the memory.

He presses his hips against mine, grinding his shaft between my folds, wetting himself with my arousal. I’m about to go out of my mind with need, and I grip his hips. “More,” I beg, unable to think straight. “I need more of you.”

That stupid smirk on his face would be more annoying if I could remember anything else but how amazing he feels once he lines his head up with my entrance and shifts his hips forward.

He goes slow, working himself into me until my body relaxes and accepts him fully. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, a sheen of sweat coating his chest. “Annalise, you feel so fucking good.”

I trace a hand down Miothro’s bare skin. “So do you.” I roll my hips, snickering as he groans. “Very good.”

“Is it funny?” he snaps as he shifts back, holding my hips so he has more control over my body. He rears back and slams deep into me, and I groan loudly. “What about now?”

He pounds into me relentlessly, and I love every inch of it. I dig my heels into his ass, begging for more, and he gives it to me. He gives me everything I ask for.

Already, I can feel my orgasm building. My walls tighten around him, and he grunts as he drives hard into me.

“Miothro,” I whimper.

He falls forward, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of my head. His forehead presses to mine, and I wrap around him, clinging to his body as I fight to get him as deep as he can go.

“I’m going to come.”

He grips my hair, staring deep into my eyes. “I want to watch you come apart.” He rolls his hips up at the end of every thrust and my breath catches in my throat. “I want the look on your face as you explode all over my cock.”

I’m a mess of cries and pleas. I don’t even know if I am saying real words. All I know is I am so close to the best orgasm I’ve ever felt and Miothro is seconds from sending me over the edge.

“Please, please, please.” I shift my hips up more and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out as he hits home.

And then my body shakes and shudders, my climax hitting me so hard that I lock up around him. He doesn’t slow his movements as he watches me ride it out.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts as he slams into me harder. “Come for me. Give me every ounce of pleasure you have.”

And I do. That’s the thing about Miothro, he’s selfless in every way. Which makes for the best sex I could ever hope for as I tremble beneath him, stars bursting behind my eyes.

“Oh, Annalise, you’re going to bring me with you.” His hips stutter, and he grinds hard into me. “Oh, fuck.”

He spills deep into me, and I grind against him as he groans, prolonging it for him. In this moment, eyes locked and lost in pleasure, I have never felt closer to him. My heart pounds frantically as I stare deep into those indigo oceans, our bodies slamming together.

I pull Miothro harder against me as my body trembles, ringing out the last of what it has to offer. “I love you.”

His grin makes my heart throb. “I love you more.”