The growl and bite lulled Elariel into a false sense of security. So when, a moment later, Tae'loren held her tight and rolled them over, her breath caught in her throat. Now she was above him, looking down upon his glorious dusk-hued skin.<br/><br/><span style="color: silver"><i>"Show me what you've got, mage."</i></span><br/><br/>The playful challenge caused a grin to tug at the corner of her swollen lips. Her eyebrows arched as he squeezed her breasts. The jolts of pleasure they sent coursing through her made her moan, her hips shifting involuntarily against him. She leaned forwards and smashed her lips against his, kissing him as fiercely as she could before pulling away, breathless.<br/><br/>Elariel sat back then, her body feeling cold now that they weren't pressed together. Her eyes travelled down her own body, shiny with sweat, to the point where their two bodies met. It was an intoxicating sight, his dusky skin disappearing into her ivory body. The sight elicited a moan of appreciation from her, before she fell forward slightly, her palms pressed against him well-sculptured chest. She put just enough pressure against him so that he knew she wanted him to stay in position, and then she set about her own business. She rode him without care for the sounds that their damp bodies made as they collided. Her hips rolled and shifted, tilting and thrusting until she found a position where his pubic bone was pressing against her clit. The pleasure made her body jerk and her fingers tense, her nails pressing crescent moon shapes into his skin.<br/><br/>The pleasure built quickly from them. Elariel threw her head back as her eyes closed and she focused everything she had on their coupling. From this angle, not only was she able to build her quivering body to the point of orgasm, but she was able to bear down on Tae'loren and know that there was no space left between them. He was completely within her and she felt his tip ramming against her insides as she thrust against him. She looked down at his handsome face, her lips parting as the first waves of her orgasm shook through her. She wanted to cry out, to scream, to shake the rafters with the pleasure in her voice. However, even in her elated state, she knew that she had to be careful. That sense of self-preservation choked her screams off, instead her mouth and eyes widened in silent exultation as her body imploded.<br/><br/>Panting, sweating, and in a state of concerning sensitivity, Elariel collapsed against Tae'loren. With each deep shuddering breath she drank in his earthy scent. And despite the fact that her body could barely take any more, her hips were still grinding against him in slow sensual circles. As if, even though she could handle no more pleasure for herself in that moment, she still wanted to ensure she was pleasuring him. She kissed his collar bone, and then her lips continued to flutter up his shoulders and neck until they found his. She kissed him slowly, but with enough passion to let him know that she was good for more. After such a long sexual drought she was struggling to handle the pleasure they'd shared, but she still wanted more. She wanted to watch as he took  his pleasure, she wanted to see his body convulse and strain, she wanted to hear him grunt and growl, she wanted to feel the warmth of his seed. She stopped the kiss to brush her cheek down past his, her teeth nipping at his ear playfully as her hips sped up in their grinding.<br/><br/>"Are you ready for more? I think it's your turn now," Elariel told him. She pulled away, resuming her previous upright position and began to ride him again. This time though, her hands were much lighter on his chest, more to support her shaking body than anything else. If he wanted to change positions she would let him, but if he wanted to let her ride him she would keep doing so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>