Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 35

Elowen's POV

I stirred awake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, but the warmth pressing against my side pulled me back into a slumber. I let out a content sigh, reveling in the comfort of the bed and the feeling of being safe. But that peace shattered when I felt a sensation on my breast, a warm, wet pressure that made my heart race.

My eyes flew open, and I found Zander next to me, his body pressed against mine, his face buried in my chest. He was hard and ready, a desire that radiated from him like heat from a fire. My skin tingled where he pressed against me, and a rush of unexpected arousal shot through me.

"Zander?" I whispered, my voice thick with sleep and confusion.

He groaned softly, his mouth still latched onto my breast, his tongue swirling over my sensitive nipple, teasing and tugging. "Elowen..." he murmured, his voice a rough whisper filled with need. His hands wandered, gripping my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he sought out the warmth of my body.

My cheeks flushed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper, even as the warmth pooling in my belly threatened to drown me in desire.

Zander lifted his head, his dark eyes smoldering with a mix of hunger and affection. "I need you, princess. I can't help it." His gaze dropped to my chest again, and I could see the primal need in his expression, the way he wanted to devour me whole.

"I'm not—" I started, but the words caught in my throat as he returned to teasing my nipple, sucking and licking with a fervor that made me gasp. My body responded against my will, the heat between us building.

"Just be a good girl for me," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and possessive. "Let me take care of you."

His hands explored my body, moving down my sides to my hips, fingers gripping me tightly as he pressed himself against me. I could feel him, hard and desperate, against my thigh. The sensation sent a thrill through me, my breath quickening as I realized just how much he wanted me.

The way he claimed me, his mouth working magic on my breast, sent me spiraling into a haze of need. I was caught between wanting to push him away and giving in to the desire that consumed me. But with each flick of his tongue and every rough tug on my skin, I felt myself getting lost in him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a low growl as he released my nipple with a soft pop. He trailed his lips down my body, kissing a path toward my stomach. "So fucking beautiful, waking up like this. All mine." He paused, looking up at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "I want you to feel how much I need you, Elowen. I want to show you just how good it can be."

My breath hitched as his hands slid up my thighs, spreading my legs apart, exposing me to him. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and I felt vulnerable yet exhilarated. "You're so soft and warm," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, his hardness rubbing against my thigh. "I can't get enough of you."

"Zander..." I breathed, my voice shaky, unsure whether I should encourage him or beg him to stop. But his presence was overwhelming, and I found myself drawn to him, body and mind.

"Just relax, baby," he urged, his hands exploring every curve of my body. "Let me take control. I promise to make you feel good." He captured my lips in another fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, the taste of him leaving me dizzy.

With that, he lowered his mouth to my core, teasing me with a feather-light touch that made me squirm. "I want you to remember this, Elowen. How it feels to be wanted, to be worshipped." He began to lick, his tongue swirling around my sensitive bud, and I gasped, my body arching toward him instinctively.