Chapter 103. Mate Pull

“Your lips,” He whispered again, touching them softly with his thumb and dragging it across, “God, these lips...,” He stared at them like the hungry beast he was, and then his fingers trailed a heated path down to her neck, pinching softly on the bruises he had left there..

She moaned softly.

They skidded further down, till both hands were gently moulding her breasts, his palms tickling her nipples.

Rhiannon cried out, and her legs trembled.

He squeezed softly, and she grabbed his arm suddenly, not sure whether to stop him to tell him to continue.

Elijah didn’t listen. He kept moulding the heavy mounds between his palm and fingers, giving them a teasing squeeze once in a while.

Her areola ached to be touched, tickling and burning for his attention, “Elijah...,” She moaned, pushing herself forward, waiting for him to touch her there.

When he finally did, she violently shuddered against his tongue. Waves of pleasure wrecked through her like th