Eira's POV
He moved his fingers slowly at first, deliberate and unhurried, as though he intended to memorize every reaction of my body. His thumb traced slow circles over my clit, each stroke measured, each touch purposeful.
At the same time, his other hand kneaded my breasts skillfully, his palm warm and possessive. His mouth claimed my earlobe, almost biting, almost marking, while his breath fell hot and heavy against my skin.
I panted, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my hands reaching back to cradle his face. I needed to feel him, to confirm he was real, that this storm he was stirring inside me was not some fevered dream.
A loud moan tore from my throat. My body arched completely, surrendering to the waves he summoned, before collapsing back against him. I gasped for air, lungs burning, limbs trembling as the pleasure ebbed through me.
