That whispered confession of love filled Elariel with as much, if not more, pleasure than her orgasm. She kissed him back fiercely as he shifted against her, catching his lips in a hard, passionate kiss as he drove himself in and out of her at an insistent pace. Elariel's body was still tingling and sensitive, but every one of her senses had narrowed down to them; the sounds of their hips clapping together, the feel of Tae'loren's thick, rigid member pistoning in and out of her, the sound of his laboured breaths and instinctive moans, the smell of his male musk, the sweet taste of his lips...<br/><br/>The fact that Tae'loren gave her little reprieve after her orgasm meant that another one was quickly building. Her hips started to writhe and buck beneath his, and she let out a groan of frustration. Then, somewhere in the space between moments, she let out a grunt and pushed him back, rolling on top of him and slamming her hips down upon him. She sat up, her grasping hands clawing at his chest, as she started to ride him like a woman possessed. She looked down at him with a heady mix of love and lust in her eyes, and her pretty puffy lips parted as the tingles of pleasure started to pulse outwards from her core.<br/><br/>"No one has ever made me feel this good," She moaned, her nails scraping against his dusky skin as she moved on him. She was keenly aware of each twitch and pulse of his cock inside her, and each new one brought out a more needy moan from her lips. More and more until finally, she let out a loud, strangled cry of pleasure. She felt as if the world exploded, "Yes, Tae'loren! Yes!" She cried out she rode through that second orgasm, her womanhood pulsing hard around him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>