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her and only her. The contrast and his lack of concern for what others thought of his actions were the tipping points for her, the moments that sent her from desire into a deep love she’d never been able to overcome.
    After making sure she ate enough cheese and bread to keep her stomach from growling again, she insisted Einar eat as well. It didn’t escape her that he didn’t eat while he focused on her. So she returned the attention, making him sit on the bed as she handed over chunks of cheese and dried fruit. Only when she was satisfied he’d had enough to curb his own hunger did she allow him to set the remaining food aside and take her into his arms.
    His kiss was hard, with an edge of desperation, as he pressed her back into the mattress. As if the short time they’d been apart had seemed longer. He cupped her breasts in both hands and she arched beneath him, moaning into his mouth when he pinched her nipples into hard little peaks. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t delicate with her either. The strength of his callused fingers rubbing over her skin drove her wild.
    She reached for his cock, but he grabbed her wrists and stretched them up over her head, pinning her with one large hand while the other returned to her breast.
    He kissed his way along her jaw to her ear and murmured, “You can touch soon. I need my fill first.” Then he gently bit her lobe.
    She shivered in reaction. Her ears were actually quite sensitive—most elves’ were—but Einar knew exactly how much pressure, how much pain to inflict to bring her the most satisfaction. Using his teeth, he tugged her lobe just enough to make her gasp, then nibbled his way down her throat, savoring her skin.
    Almost without meaning to, she jerked her hands against his hold, the desire to return his caresses, to run her nails across his skin was so strong. He held her in place easily, and his strength, his control of her body might have been intimidating from any other man. But with Einar, she felt safe and loved, even as he drove her to mindless desperation.
    His mouth slipped across her collarbone and then his lips replaced his fingers on her breast, sucking the sensitive skin hard. Her hips bucked, rubbing his erection. He growled but didn’t release her nipple or her wrists.
    Nuala’s skin sparked with sensation as he shifted to her other breast. She watched him as he licked her nipple in a slow circle, his focus on her body so complete it was breath-stealing. The wet slide of his tongue, the suck and tug of his teeth made the muscles of her stomach quiver. She wanted his mouth lower, yet she didn’t want him to stop his current torture, so she bit her lip and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel, the sensations dancing over her.
    He released her wrists only when he dipped lower. She started to lift her arms, but he ordered, “Don’t move.”
    She complied even though she was desperate to touch him. Then he kissed across her waist, along her sides, and she clenched her jaw to keep from screaming. Her skin was beyond sensitive now, and again she rode the edge of pleasure just a hair short of pain. It took what little restraint she had to keep her arms in place above her head, but letting him take whatever he wanted from her, as he wanted it, was a heady sensation she found intoxicating.
    She watched him when she could keep her eyes open, trembling as his lips glided across her hip bone, his tongue licking into the crease between her thigh and pelvis. She couldn’t control the way her body writhed under his touch, but he held her hips and kept her in place for the torture.
    His breath was warm over her damp curls, turning her ragged breaths to pants as anticipation tightened her muscles. She felt stretched and too hot. So that when his mouth finally closed, hard and demanding over her wetness, she barely held a scream back.
    He licked through her folds and dipped his tongue deep into her, mimicking the slide of his cock. She dug her fingers