Dark Awakening: Echoes of Destiny (The Children Of The Gods #88)

20. Ell-rom

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ELL-ROM

A s the last piece of clothing fell away, Ell-rom took a moment to admire Jasmine's form. Her body was a masterpiece, all soft curves and smooth skin. He ran his hands down her sides, marveling at the way she arched into his touch.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured.

"So are you." The adoration in her eyes made him want to be the male she believed he was.

There was love in her gaze along with trust and hope for the future, and he wished he could give her that and much more, but tonight, it was all about pleasure and a venom bite that might activate her dormant genes.

Ell-rom sent a silent prayer to the Mother of All Life to make their wish come true.

Looking into Jasmine's eyes, he nudged her entrance, waiting for her to signal when she was ready. She was wet, and the scent of her arousal was driving him crazy, but he didn't want to assume anything.

She reached between their bodies and took hold of his erection. "Give me more."

He chuckled softly. "So bossy."

"You like it."

"I didn't say that as an admonishment. I was just stating a fact."

Smoothing her hand up and down his shaft, Jasmine looked at him from under lowered lashes. "Your eyes are glowing, love."

He smiled, revealing his fangs. "That's not my only reaction."

"Ooh, I want." She arched up, pushing his shaft at least a third of the way inside.

They both groaned.

Ell-rom felt a sense of completion as if this was where he had always been meant to be. "You feel so good."

He took her hands and laced his fingers through hers before laying their joined hands over her head.

"Look who's bossy now." She arched again, getting more of him inside of her.

Rolling his hips, Ell-rom pushed a little further, and when she moaned and arched up again, he fed her a little bit more.

"Don't tease me, Ell-rom." She tried to arch again, but he pulled out partially.

"Patience, my love," he said. "We have the whole night. There is no rush."

"There is." She tried to pull her hands out of his grip. "I ache for you."

Her words obliterated the last of his self-control, and he surged into her, seating himself to the hilt.

The fit was perfect, like they were made for each other, but he still didn't move, allowing her a moment to get used to the sensation of him filling her up so completely. Dipping his head, he took her lips, intending the kiss to be soothing and gentle, but Jasmine was impatient, and her kiss was hungry.

Ell-rom savored each sensation—the softness of Jasmine's skin, the sound of her breathless moans, the way her body moved with his. He watched her face, captivated by the play of emotions across her features—pleasure, love, and an intensity that matched his own.

Her hips churned under him, imploring him to move, and as with everything else, there was nothing he could deny her. He withdrew slightly and pushed back in, going slow at first and then increasing the speed and power.

With her urging him to go deeper by arching into every thrust, he let go of her hands, gripped her hips, and pounded into her hard and fast.

As their passion built, Ell-rom felt a familiar urge rising within him. The need to bite, to taste her blood, grew stronger with each passing moment. But he held back, waiting for her signal, never wanting to take without her explicit consent.

Jasmine melted beneath him, surrendering to him in the most primal way, and then she turned her head, offering him her neck.

"Ell-rom," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please..."

He hesitated for only a split second, marveling at how far he'd come from his initial aversion to blood. Now, the thought of tasting Jasmine's blood, of sharing this intimate connection with her, filled him with wild anticipation rather than dread.

With a soft growl, he let his fangs pierce her skin. The taste of her blood exploded on his tongue, rich and sweet and uniquely Jasmine.

She cried out, but not in pain, and her cry of pleasure spurred him on. Her body arched against his as the venom coursed through her veins, and Ell-rom was lost in a haze of sensation—the taste of her blood, the feel of her body moving with his, the sound of her passionate cries.

He erupted inside of her, and she climaxed again and again. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out.

As he came down from his high, Ell-rom gathered Jasmine in his arms, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips.

For long moments, he lay with her in his arms, holding her tightly to him as if he would never let her go, listening to her even breathing and steady heartbeat.