herself. “You come waltzing up in my room with your sexy smirk and your deep, delicious voice asking your intriguing questions, and then you go and throw a hissy fit because you can’t have your cake and eat it too. If you want me to sympathize with you, then you have come crying to the wrong chick because I don’t sympathize with lazy, or selfish, or I’m too important for everyone else type peeps. Geeze, Cush, you’re like, what, a few centuries old, and suddenly life throws you a curve ball and socks you in the nuts and you are rolling around like a freaking girl because it’s interrupted your game? Get over yourself already! If you don’t want this,” she motioned between them, “then make like a rubber ball and bounce your elfin butt out of my house. But don’t come in here and chew me out because things haven’t turned out for you the way you want them to.” So much for calming down, she thought to herself as her shoulders heaved with each breath as she glared at the object of her wrath.
Cush watched as his Chosen paced the room like a caged tiger. Her long black ponytail lashed around her like an angry whip and her breathing was shallow and fast. She was beautiful and he wanted her. A lot of what she said was true but not all of it. He wasn’t upset that he’d found her, taken off guard, definitely, but he wasn’t disappointed. And as he stared at the passionate, selfless woman before him, he realized that he was a fool. The Forest Lords had created Chosens for the elves for a reason and it was becoming obvious that one of the reasons was to show them their own weaknesses and then to give them the strength to move past those weaknesses. Yes, he wanted her and he was done fighting it.
It took two large strides and he had his arm wrapped around her waist. He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as his lips took hers. Everything wrong suddenly disappeared and all Cush could see was her, his Little Raven. For one heartbeat she pushed against him, but when she gasped at the contact of his lips, he took advantage of her open mouth and invaded. Her taste flooded his senses and suddenly his whole world was Elora. She tasted of the sweetest honey. Her tongue danced with his, boldly pushing back. Her lips were soft and firm at the same time and he swore they were branding him as hers. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall. Her body pressed closed to his and the warmth of her filled every empty place in him. He released her waist and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her tighter against him. She moaned and Cush pressed impossibly closer. He wanted to give her all of him, wanted to feel her soul, but he held himself back. He didn’t let their souls meet, not yet, not until she understood. He felt her small hands on his face and he pulled back to look down at her. Her lips were swollen and glistened with the moisture from their kiss, her eyes were heavy with unreserved passion, and her breathing was just as heavy as his own.
“You look well-loved , Little Raven,” he whispered.
She ran a finger across his lips and he nipped it with his teeth causing a giggle to erupt from her.
“You just giggled.”
“I don’t giggle,” Elora told him sternly , though a smile danced on her beautiful lips.
“I think I could find ways to make you giggle,” he teased her as his hands ran down her back.
Elora’s eyes narrowed. “Are you bipolar? Because a second ago you were lining up reasons as to why we couldn’t do this.”
Cush leaned his forehead against hers. “You gave a compelling argument and I’m a fast learner.”
Elora closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His scent enveloped her and she knew that if she told him she didn’t want this, didn’t want him, she would be lying through her ever loving teeth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was gorgeous, rugged, breathtakingly handsome and she wanted him, she did.
“I want
Cush watched as his Chosen paced the room like a caged tiger. Her long black ponytail lashed around her like an angry whip and her breathing was shallow and fast. She was beautiful and he wanted her. A lot of what she said was true but not all of it. He wasn’t upset that he’d found her, taken off guard, definitely, but he wasn’t disappointed. And as he stared at the passionate, selfless woman before him, he realized that he was a fool. The Forest Lords had created Chosens for the elves for a reason and it was becoming obvious that one of the reasons was to show them their own weaknesses and then to give them the strength to move past those weaknesses. Yes, he wanted her and he was done fighting it.
It took two large strides and he had his arm wrapped around her waist. He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as his lips took hers. Everything wrong suddenly disappeared and all Cush could see was her, his Little Raven. For one heartbeat she pushed against him, but when she gasped at the contact of his lips, he took advantage of her open mouth and invaded. Her taste flooded his senses and suddenly his whole world was Elora. She tasted of the sweetest honey. Her tongue danced with his, boldly pushing back. Her lips were soft and firm at the same time and he swore they were branding him as hers. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall. Her body pressed closed to his and the warmth of her filled every empty place in him. He released her waist and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her tighter against him. She moaned and Cush pressed impossibly closer. He wanted to give her all of him, wanted to feel her soul, but he held himself back. He didn’t let their souls meet, not yet, not until she understood. He felt her small hands on his face and he pulled back to look down at her. Her lips were swollen and glistened with the moisture from their kiss, her eyes were heavy with unreserved passion, and her breathing was just as heavy as his own.
“You look well-loved , Little Raven,” he whispered.
She ran a finger across his lips and he nipped it with his teeth causing a giggle to erupt from her.
“You just giggled.”
“I don’t giggle,” Elora told him sternly , though a smile danced on her beautiful lips.
“I think I could find ways to make you giggle,” he teased her as his hands ran down her back.
Elora’s eyes narrowed. “Are you bipolar? Because a second ago you were lining up reasons as to why we couldn’t do this.”
Cush leaned his forehead against hers. “You gave a compelling argument and I’m a fast learner.”
Elora closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His scent enveloped her and she knew that if she told him she didn’t want this, didn’t want him, she would be lying through her ever loving teeth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was gorgeous, rugged, breathtakingly handsome and she wanted him, she did.
“I want
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