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Title: Raven Silk & Red Satin

Author: GoddessByline

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Part 3: Healing touches in the dark of the night…

"This is too much for me to handle." She said, trying to follow Elrond's lead, but secretly her hands wanted to conceal her own nudity. He was still fully dressed, and that made her more self-conscious than she ever had felt in front of a man before.

"I've just begun." Elrond teased, tracing her back with a subtle touch of his fingertips. He outlined the round mound of her shoulder, trailing his fingers over her shoulder blades only to venture down the length of her spine. "I want you to touch yourself."

"What?" She asked, relishing the reassuring feel of his touch. "I have never…"

In a throaty voice, the elf ordered as he nuzzled his nose against the soft skin beneath her ear... "Start with touching your neck!"

Slowly, she brought her hands to her neck and kept them there, not really understanding what it was he expected her to do. A light laughter reached her ears as Elrond offered his assistance. He once again moved behind her, placed his hands over hers and began to guide her. Their hands trailed down the centre of her chest, but he did not allow her to touch her breasts. As much as she wanted to relieve the throbbing sensation that had started in the nipples, she could not… He would not let her.

By now, every inch of her skin begged to be touched or at least to have his fingertips graze past it. But his hands were still resting over her hands, and the only touches her skin was allowed, was her own.

Inch by inch, he guided her hands until they reached the spot between her legs. She froze! This was not how she had fantasised it to be.

Her hesitation was apparent and the elf waited until she relaxed again. Then he moved her hands to the sides of her body, released them and told her to keep them still. While one of his hands patiently waited to venture into her centre, he navigated the other hand back up over her stomach, over her chest, up her neck to finally find her mouth. He traced her lips with feather light fingertips and managed to tease her tongue out from its hidden warmth.

Her tongue rolled over the elf's slender fingers as his other hand started to explore and unfold the landscape between her legs. The bitter frost gave way to the warmth of the spring. Everything inside her came alive. For the first time in her life, she felt what pleasure was like. The spark he had ignited inside of her melted the walls of ice inside. The layers of hurt and deadness peeled away, leaving her totally exposed and unarmed.

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