Elowen's POV

I stirred awake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, but the warmth pressing against my side pulled me back into a slumber. I let out a content sigh, reveling in the comfort of the bed and the feeling of being safe. But that peace shattered when I felt a sensation on my breast, a warm, wet pressure that made my heart race.

My eyes flew open, and I found Zander next to me, his body pressed against mine, his face buried in my chest. He was hard and ready, a desire that radiated from him like heat from a fire. My skin tingled where he pressed against me, and a rush of unexpected arousal shot through me.

"Zander?" I whispered, my voice thick with sleep and confusion.

He groaned softly, his mouth still latched onto my breast, his tongue swirling over my sensitive nipple, teasing and tugging. "Elowen..." he murmured, his voice a rough whisper filled with need. His hands wandered, gripping my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he sought out the warmth of my body.

My cheeks flushed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper, even as the warmth pooling in my belly threatened to drown me in desire.

Zander lifted his head, his dark eyes smoldering with a mix of hunger and affection. "I need you, princess. I can't help it." His gaze dropped to my chest again, and I could see the primal need in his expression, the way he wanted to devour me whole.

"I'm not—" I started, but the words caught in my throat as he returned to teasing my nipple, sucking and licking with a fervor that made me gasp. My body responded against my will, the heat between us building.

"Just be a good girl for me," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and possessive. "Let me take care of you."

His hands explored my body, moving down my sides to my hips, fingers gripping me tightly as he pressed himself against me. I could feel him, hard and desperate, against my thigh. The sensation sent a thrill through me, my breath quickening as I realized just how much he wanted me.

The way he claimed me, his mouth working magic on my breast, sent me spiraling into a haze of need. I was caught between wanting to push him away and giving in to the desire that consumed me. But with each flick of his tongue and every rough tug on my skin, I felt myself getting lost in him.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a low growl as he released my nipple with a soft pop. He trailed his lips down my body, kissing a path toward my stomach. "So fucking beautiful, waking up like this. All mine." He paused, looking up at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "I want you to feel how much I need you, Elowen. I want to show you just how good it can be."

My breath hitched as his hands slid up my thighs, spreading my legs apart, exposing me to him. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and I felt vulnerable yet exhilarated. "You're so soft and warm," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, his hardness rubbing against my thigh. "I can't get enough of you."

"Zander..." I breathed, my voice shaky, unsure whether I should encourage him or beg him to stop. But his presence was overwhelming, and I found myself drawn to him, body and mind.

"Just relax, baby," he urged, his hands exploring every curve of my body. "Let me take control. I promise to make you feel good." He captured my lips in another fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, the taste of him leaving me dizzy.

With that, he lowered his mouth to my core, teasing me with a feather-light touch that made me squirm. "I want you to remember this, Elowen. How it feels to be wanted, to be worshipped." He began to lick, his tongue swirling around my sensitive bud, and I gasped, my body arching toward him instinctively.

"Please, Zander," I begged, losing myself in the sensations he was drawing from me.

"Please what?" he taunted, pulling back just enough to tease me. "You want more? Tell me how much you want it." He dipped his tongue inside me, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"I want you—I want all of you," I managed to gasp, desperate and breathless.

"Good girl," he praised, the words igniting a fire within me. "You're doing so well. Just like that." He devoured me, his tongue working in ways that made my head spin, driving me closer to the edge. "You taste so fucking good. I could do this all day, but I need to feel you wrapped around me."

"Zander!" I cried, my body trembling as I felt the coil within me tighten. He didn't relent, pushing me further, until I was a moaning mess beneath him.

"Come for me, Elowen," he commanded, and I obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I let go, my body arching off the bed. "That's it, sweetheart. Let it all out."

As I rode the waves of ecstasy, he climbed up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. "You're ready for me, aren't you? I can feel how wet you are." He pressed the tip of his length against me, teasing, holding back just enough to drive me wild. "I'm going to stretch you so good. You'll feel me for days."

"Zander, please!" I gasped, my body instinctively trying to pull him in closer.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to take care of you." He pushed into me, filling me completely, and I gasped at the delicious stretch. "See? You can take it. Just be a good girl and let me show you how much I want you."

With each thrust, he filled me deeper, hitting all the right spots as he set a relentless pace that was both fierce and consuming. "I've wanted this for so long," he grunted, his breath heavy with desire. "You're mine, Elowen. No one else gets to have you like this."

The way he filled me completely sent jolts of pleasure through my body, and I couldn't help but moan his name. "Zander... please."

"Tell me how good it feels," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you say it."

"It feels... so good," I gasped, losing myself in the sensations. "You feel so big inside me."

"Yeah? You love it when I stretch you like this?" He thrust harder, making me gasp. "I can feel you getting tighter around me. You want me to fuck you harder, don't you?"

"Yes, please! Don't stop!" I cried, my body begging for more as he captured my lips in a passionate kiss, the taste of him mixing with my breathless moans.

"Such a good little slut for me," he murmured against my lips, his thrusts growing more desperate. "You're perfect like this, all needy and begging for me. I could get lost in you forever." He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he drove deeper.

"Zander!" I cried, my nails digging into his back as I felt the tension building again. "I'm so close!"

"Good girl. I want you to come for me again," he urged, his voice thick with lust. "You can take it. Just let go. I'm right here."

He adjusted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside me, and I felt the world around me fade. "That's it, baby. I want to see you fall apart for me. You've got to be quiet, though—Zephyr is taking a call outside and we don't wanna distract him, do we?"

"Zander, I can't—"

"Shh, just a little more," he coaxed, his eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense. "I want to feel you squeeze me when you come. You feel so fucking good, darling."

With a final thrust, he pushed me over the edge, my body erupting in waves of pleasure. I cried out, my nails digging deeper into his skin as I rode the intense high, feeling him fill me completely. "That's my girl," he grunted, his own release following closely as he buried himself deeper, filling me with warmth.

"God, you're incredible," he murmured, collapsing beside me, his breath heavy and ragged.

I lay there, a blissful haze enveloping my senses, the aftermath of our passionate encounter washing over me like a warm tide. Every nerve ending felt alive, tingling from the pleasure Zander had given me. My body was still humming, but my mind was blissfully foggy, struggling to catch up with reality.

"Look at you," Zander chuckled softly, propping himself up on one elbow to study me. "I think I might've fucked you dumb." His smirk was playful, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that made my heart flutter.

I blinked slowly, trying to process his words, but they slipped away like water through my fingers. Instead, I focused on the warmth radiating from him, the way his body seemed to cradle mine protectively. I felt utterly content, cocooned in this moment, even if I couldn't quite understand the teasing tone in his voice.

"Stay with me, Elowen," he murmured, his hand brushing my hair away from my face. I didn't respond, still caught in my daze. "You're so beautiful when you're like this. All soft and blissed out."

He slid out of bed, the sound of him moving causing a brief flicker of awareness in my mind. As I turned my head to watch him, my body felt heavy, like I was anchored to the mattress. He returned with a towel, the fabric plush against his skin, and a playful grin on his lips.

"Let's get you cleaned up, gorgeous," he said, settling back beside me. The way he said it made my stomach flutter again, a mixture of affection and desire still bubbling beneath the surface.

As he gently wiped away the evidence of our night together, his touch was surprisingly tender, contrasting with the roughness of the night before. "I could get used to this," he whispered, his voice low and soothing as he leaned closer. "Taking care of you like this."

I sighed softly, my eyelids growing heavier as he worked. "You're such a good guy," I mumbled, my words barely coherent as I melted into his touch.

"Only for you," he replied, placing soft kisses along my shoulder, trailing them up to my neck. "You make me want to be better. It's crazy how much I want you."

I felt a warmth spread through me, a combination of his words and the sensations still tingling on my skin. "What did we even do?" I murmured, still trying to grasp the events of how I woke up.

"Something unforgettable," he teased, his breath warm against my ear. "And I plan to make it a regular thing. Just you wait." His hands continued their gentle ministrations, and I couldn't help but lean into him, craving his closeness.

"Zander," I sighed, the name slipping from my lips like a secret, a soft plea for more of him.

"Yes, darling?" he replied, his tone rich with affection.

"I think... I think I really like you," I admitted, my heart racing with the vulnerability of it.

"Good," he whispered, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "Because I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

"Stuck, huh?" I said, trying to sound playful despite the way my heart thudded in my chest.

"Absolutely," he grinned, leaning down to capture my lips in a gentle kiss. "Now, let's get you up and dressed before I change my mind about getting up."

As he finished cleaning me up, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something incredible. The way he took care of me, the way he looked at me—it all made me feel special in a way I had never experienced before.

With a soft laugh, Zander pressed another kiss to my forehead, and I finally let myself relax into the warmth of his embrace, grateful for the bond we were building.