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Title: Raven Silk & Red Satin

Author: GoddessByline

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Part 4: Raven Silk and Red Satin…

While the last waves of her first climax still rolled through her body, Elrond scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

She moaned softly as he lay down beside her and continued his seduction. Leisurely, with a maddening deliberateness he branded her face with his lips, following the path of her jaw line… His hair falling down around her head like a raven silk curtain, sheltering from the outside world as he nuzzled his way up to her ear. Warm breath causing shivers of pleasure. Lightly, with a surprising familiarity and knowledge, his hands explored her wanton skin, straying over the more sensitive areas, and then moving on leaving a trail of aching desire while still somehow giving extreme pleasure.

Under his ministration, she felt naked and exposed, but also safe and secure.

He still hadn't removed his cloths and the only sound that could be heard beside her own moaning, was the soft rustle of the red satin robe against the cool cotton sheets in her bed. As his lips trailed further down, she lifted her hands and gripped his hair. It ran soft and silky through her fingers, like the hair of a woman. She felt him lift his head and she glanced down, only to drown in dark eyes. A barely noticeable smile played on his lips as he ordered, "No touching."

She resigned with a sigh, closed her eyes as she allowed her hands to fall back to the bed.

Assured that she now would remain still, the elf focused back on his task. All her desire was now being concentrated to her breasts. One moment he was like a child, nibbling with soft lips and licking them with love. The next moment he used his teeth to bite and tug, inflicting surges of both pleasure and pain. She could not help herself from arching her back; shamelessly offering him her erect nipples. While his mouth savoured her breasts, his hands were feeling and touching her waist, her hips, going up along her sides. She was moaning with pleasure, begging and crying out for more. Quivering like a violin under the hands of a master, as he knew all the right notes to play. She was drunk with desire, intoxicated by his skill and tenderness. Each fragment of her skin became an erogenous zone, begging to be touched to contract, to tighten, to distend, to bloom, to offer... To come…

Suddenly she felt the bed shift and a cold draft run over her body, she opened her eyes as Elrond rose to his feet and moved to the foot of the bed.

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