Page 58 of Triplets for the Dark Elf
Arms come around me from behind, pulling me back into a warm chest. “What do you say about breaking in our new place together?”
I grin. “Oh, you read my mind.”
A laugh leaves me when he throws me over his shoulder, a strong hand coming back to grip my thigh to steady me so I don’t tip over. I’m brought upstairs and down a long hallway. It’s dark but he easily is able to navigate around like we’ve been living here for years.
The thought makes my heart flutter.
I’m tossed onto a newly made bed shortly after, the layers of my dress curling fanning out around me. I smile, anticipation building in my gut as I push myself up onto my elbows to watch him slowly walk over to me.
He’s bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in from the window behind me. He looks incredible, almost like a god, that I can’t help rub my thighs together at the sight of. I’d worship this man for as long as I could, as long as he’d let me. And I know he’d do the same for me.
We are two sides of the same coin, joined together now for the rest of our lives.
I lay back when his hands find my legs, running up through my skirts to touch my skin. My body shivers at the contact, so ready to have him in every way possible. What I wouldn’t do for him…
Miothro takes his time stripping me of my dress, gently leaving it on top of the dresser over by the door before completely tearing off his own clothing and tossing it onto the floor. The sight has me laughing at the irony, silenced only a moment later when he climbs back onto the bed and fits his lips over mine.
I run my hands over his body, feeling the curves of hard muscle that flex under my touch. I waste no time in spreading my leg for him, already so eager to have him inside of me that by the time he pulls back from our kiss to look at me, I’m already begging.
“Please… please take me.”
He growls, sitting back on his heels to grab both of my hips and fit them together with his. When he sinks into me finally, my back arches off the bed.
Gods, he fits perfectly. Stretching me in all the right ways.
He sets a brutal pace, driving into me as deep as he can while I hold onto the newly made bed and pull the sheets from the corners over it. By the time we’re done here, I’m sure it’ll look like the covers were simply haphazardly thrown on top of it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, his eyes glazed over with pleasure.
“I love you,” I squeeze him with each thrust. “I love you so much.”
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You feel so fucking good, Annalise…”
His words set a fire inside of my belly. I love his praise, it makes me feel like I’m the only one in the world that can make this man come undone the way he does. His usual stoic nature is no match for how good I can make him feel.
Here, in this bedroom, I see the real Miothros. The one that loves me and is devoted to me through thick and thin. The man who knows how to take care of me in all the right ways and I know will be a partner my younger self could’ve only dreamed of.
He rocks us both, the bed moving slightly with the motion of us. I’m so glad Charmaine decided to take the kids tonight, because there’s no way we’re going to be able to stop at just this tonight. I have a feeling we’re going to be rolling around together until dawn breaks through our window.
I moan at the thought. “Miothro.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “I love you, Annalise. My mate.”
I clamp my thighs around his waist and let go of the sheets with one of my hands. My nails dig at his shoulder, pulling down until he’s pressed flush against me and driving that incredible cock so far into me that it brushes against my cervix. I jolt at the feeling, my entire body buzzing as if I’ve been electrocuted.
“So good,” he’s mumbling into my ear. “You’re so good.”
My legs wrap around him, my ankles hooked behind his back to keep him thigh against me. I’ll never let this man go—never again.
“Want you to cum,” he tells me. “I want to feel you squeezing me as tight as you can.”
I groan at his words, my body coming the second they leave his mouth. I shake with the pleasure that races through me, my pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock, trying to milk him as much as I can. He groans against the skin of my neck, a few stuttering thrusts into me before he’s bathing my insides in warm.
I dig my nails into his back, my body arching into his chest.
When we finally relax, Miothros lays on top of me, panting softly against my skin. My hand slides up to tangle in his messy hair, the silky locs grounding me back down into reality.
“Gods,” I breathe out. “That was…”