Insistent jerks of her hips ground his length against her mound, leaving both of their undergarments damp with her wetness but Aelena could not bring herself to care. For years she had dreamt of this exact moment and it still exceeded her expectations. Iylldrraen's grip on her was so tight that it edged on pain, but in a good way. It only made her squirm more. She liked the feral possessive side of him and she bucked her hips more wildly in an attempt to show her enjoyment. The rough tug that brought her mouth to his growling lips had her heart fluttering in her chest. She moaned into his mouth and fought valiantly for dominance in the passionate, lip-crushing kiss. Her head was swimming when he finally pulled back.<br/><br/>Aelena panted and the rapid rise and fall of her breast must have been too much for her lover to endure because he pulled the bra she wore down with enough force to tear one of the straps. Aelena did not mind though, she had others and it felt so good when he manhandled her. Strong hands took a firm grip and kneaded the tight globes and Aelena cooed in pleasure when his mouth joined to drive her passions even higher. Little whines and mumbled pleading accompanied his every hot suckle and nip at the tender flesh.<span style="color: indigo"> "Light preserve me!"</span>She cried when the elf's teeth tormented the aroused flesh. She could not sit still and she took a hard grip of his hair, just to anchor her more than anything. It did not help much though as his mouth left one breast to visit the same wonderful torments on its twin. The saliva cooling on her breast only added more heat and tightened her nipple further until the shaman was worried that she would lose her mind before he got bored of this devious brand of punishment.<br/><br/>Convulsively her hands tightened in his hair more and more with every kiss lower. She shook her head, embarrassed that he could surely smell her arousal. Every touch was making it worse and she was sure her panties were soaked through. A loud gasp tore through the relative silence of their foreplay. She had never known that her navel was so sensitive until his tongue licked it just perfectly. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gave in. She gave herself to this man, to the sensations that he caused in her. She stopped trying to control anything and simply let him have his way. She knew that he like her fiery attitude and the game that they were playing but she just wanted him and when he pulled her thighs as far apart as they could go she knew that she would be well rewarded. Her eyes rolled back as he hungrily kissed her mound, driving his tongue between shamefully wet folds to taste her. It was so naughty but all she could be was writhe helplessly and tug her own hard nipples. Her tail coiled lightly around the back of his neck to pull him in, encouraging him to give her more. She just needed a little more. His hunger fueled hers and she cried out over and over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>