Chapter 740: Ready? *

Isolde winced, squeezing her eyelids shut as she felt the last bits of protection on her chest being pulled away.

The cool air of the chamber kissed her exposed breasts, making her nipples harden even more into sensitive buds.

Elion felt his breath hitch, a sharp rush of excitement and pure admiration flooding him as he gently set her bra aside. He couldn’t peel his gaze away from the beautiful pair now fully revealed to him.

They were small, yes, but perfect, shaped like delicate teardrops. They sat high on her chest with a tiny, adorable gap between them where he could just see the subtle hint of her ribcage beneath her pale skin.

The areolas were a soft, dusty pink, and her nipples were already hard, forming two little peaks.

Without wasting a moment, he cupped them both in his hands, his palms engulfing the soft, warm flesh. He looked up at her face, seeing the sharp grimace of vulnerability there, and squeezed reverently.

"They’re perfect," his voice was filled with genuine awe, and a gentle smile softened his features.

Isolde finally opened her eyes again. They were glistening, looking a bit tearful, but this time the emotion shining within them was pure, unadulterated happiness.

’He likes them!’ The relief was so profound that it made her feel lightheaded, as if she were drunk on her own happiness.

"T-thank you," she whispered softly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Elion leaned forward, closing the small distance between them, and pressed a tender kiss to the center of her chest, right in that tiny gap. Then he moved to one tender peak, taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it before suckling gently.

"Ahhh...."

Isolde gasped, her back arching slightly. Her hands, which had been resting passively on her thighs, flew up to tangle in his hair, not pushing him away but holding him closer, anchoring herself to the incredible sensation.

He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, worshiping them with his mouth and hands until she was panting, squirming, her earlier shyness burned away by building need.

Elion was feeling equally stimulated as he sucked on her tits, his hot rod strained against his trousers, but for now, his focus was entirely on her, and on showing her just how exquisite she was, and on stoking the fire he’d seen her trying to kindle alone in the dark.

He switched between her breasts, sucking and playing with one nipple while kneading the other, until both were glistening with his saliva and flushed a deep, sensitive pink.

He pulled away to look at them, smiling in deep satisfaction as he watched her chest rise and fall with heavy, ragged breaths.

It took him only a moment to realize that she had orgasmed. Just a little though, but the evidence was there. Her inner thighs trembled, and a small puddle of her fluids slowly formed beneath her thighs and under her ass.

At some point during his attack, she had unknowingly spread her legs apart again, certainly due to the heat building insistently between them. Her short skirt had ridden high up her thighs.

He brought his hands down from her breasts, smoothing them over the trembling muscles of her stomach before settling on her thighs. He pushed her skirt even higher, bunching it around her waist, and looked down at the small, clear puddle of her fluids on the platform.

"How did that feel?"

She nodded softly, her eyes looking a bit hazy. "G-good," she stammered, the word barely a breath.

Elion smiled possessively. She was way too adorable.

He helped her out of her blouse, pulling the bunched fabric free from her arms and tossing it aside. Then he slid his hands under her, cupping her petite ass cheeks in his big palms, and lifted her off the platform.

She squealed, while clinging to his neck for support as he held her suspended. With a quick motion, he pulled a thick mattress from his storage and let it drop onto the stone with a soft thump before lowering her gently onto its soft surface.

He knelt at her feet again, pulling off her shoes, then slowly rolled down her long socks, revealing her slender ankles and delicate feet. He placed reverent kisses along her instep and each toe, making her shiver.

Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down, watching as more of her was unveiled: the graceful dip of her waist, the subtle curve of her hips, and finally, the blue-white panties that matched her discarded bra.

The triangular patch of fabric covering her most intimate place was beautifully soaked through.

The thin, perforated material, designed to let her skin breathe, was now translucent with her fluids. Through the delicate lace, he could see tantalizing glimpses of the delicate, pink petals hidden beneath.

He let out an appreciative breath.

"So beautiful," he murmured, more to himself than to her. His thumbs stroked the inside of her thighs, just shy of where she needed him most.

After a moment, he motioned for her to lie on her back so that he could continue his exploration and worship her petite form.

With her lying back on the soft mattress, he slipped his boots off and followed after her, towering over her as his hands traced the lines of her body: the delicate cage of her ribs, the soft plane of her stomach, the inward curve of her waist that flared out to the gentle swell of her hips.

He leaned down, placing kisses along her collarbone, savoring the salt-and-lavender scent of her skin.

His lips traveled lower, over the quivering muscles of her abdomen, his tongue dipping into the shallow well of her navel.

"Ahhh..." She gasped, her slim fingers tangling in his hair again, not to guide him but simply to hold on to something.

His journey led him back to her breasts, paying them more tender attention until she was arching off the mattress with soft, pleading sounds.

Then his mouth trailed lower, following the path his hands had mapped. He kissed the inside of her knees, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, each touch making her tremble.

All the while, his gaze kept returning to that soaked, lace-covered triangle. When he felt she was finally relaxed and ready, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her blue-white panties, looking up to meet her wide eyes.

"Ready?" he asked softly.