18 Quotes by Cristina Rayne

My new elf husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then tumbling us both onto the coverlet.

Sethian grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally bruising kiss.

For what felt like hours, we sucked on each other’s tongues while his hands seemed determined to search out and skillfully caress every spot on my body within reach that made me shudder and moan, his rock-hard erection equally determined to stimulate me into a frenzy as he sensually rubbed himself almost teasingly against my pelvis. Then before I knew it, his considerable girth was inside me,

One look at the stranger staring back re-convinced me that I had to be dreaming. It was me, but at the same time completely not me.

My face was burning so hotly that I imagined flames were consuming my cheeks. Yet, somehow I managed a shaky smile and a murmured, “We were interrupted…” His enormous cock slid into my slick passage once again, stretching my delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle,

Sethian began, sounding thoughtful. “As I said, last night was more than a night of pleasure. When I brought you into my bed, you became my wife.

It could have been a second, an hour, a year, a hundred millennia; all were correct. The first thing I saw when my wits returned was the utter shock in Sethian’s eyes. It had been my thought that the experience was the elf’s doing. His expression was telling me I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Then before I knew it, his considerable girth was inside me, stretching my virgin passage almost to the point of tearing, and he was thrusting into me as if he were trying to drive me completely through the mattress to the floor beneath.

I seemed to leave my body momentarily, and another presence filled me—Sethian—every bit of emptiness within my soul had become saturated with his essence. No—bonded. Joined, connected—our souls had somehow become one.