Recent content by Eislyn Gray

“A week,” gaze shifted to the woods around them. She knew beyond the rocks was the sea. The sea they’d be traveling on soon. Legs thrown across his lap, she smoothed back his hair and pressed her forehead against his own. Savoring in his touch. His nearness. Sighing, she finally pulled back...

She kissed him, pulling and tugging at his lower lip with her teeth before she whispered against him. “You are a wicked, wicked man.” It was hers for her to catch her breath when they were done. And she found herself curled against him in the water. Skin a rosy-pink. Sweet and steam her only...

Sounds of pleasure and ecstasy rode into the air with the rising steam with no one around to hear them. Her hands still bit into the rock before her. Body trembling and buzzing even when he was done. As he held her close. She'd pry her hands off slowly and turn. A hand on his chest she'd...

She stroked beneath the surface of the water, watching the look on his face. “Why not both?” She mused. One final tug of her hand then she turned slowly in the water. Head turned sideways toward him. “So…which view do you prefer?” A throaty chuckle as the steam from the water continued to warm...

It was her turn to whimper. And gasp as his hand slid along her skin, leading trails of desire and heat. “You rake,” she said with a smile as she drew her own hands down his body. His shoulders and torso. Lower. Lips found his then. Teeth grazed lightly at his lower lip. She pulled back in a...

“Me too,” a th agreement. Her skin was brushed and warm. Small droplets of water from steam curving down every contour, curve, and plane of her skin. She waded to meet him, bare feet stepping carefully along the rocky and uneven bottom. Because he was taking too long. Too long to meet her. She...

His last comment did make her cheeks warm even as other cheeks were warmed by the water. She turned, slowly, the water coming up to her waist. When they were alone? Nearly all modesty was thrown away. Eyes held his for a moment. A small smirk on her rosy lips as her eyes traveled downward...

It didn’t. Verdant eyes narrowed on his own set of sea green ones. Her lips twitched as she recognized that spark of mischievousness. “Since you’re not helping,” she turned her back on him then. “I suppose that means you’ll only get half a show then.” Strutting to the pools edge, she unbuttoned...

Fingers fell to her hips at his comment about her soaked dress. Eyes narrowed in mock indignation. A widening smirk at his request. She’d been guarded when they’d first met for a reason. As as he’d chipped away at her propriety, all of it had fallen away once they’d gotten married. A part of...

"And it's hot water springs," she repeated, waggling her golden brows. A relieved smile findally wending its way along her face. She beamed at his expression. "Come on," she took his hand and began tugging him around the side of the cabin. There was a small path that went through a patch of...

“Sure you aren’t. Don’t make me pinch your…never mind.” She nudged him a few more steps then took a breath. “Here we are,” she breathed and withdrew her hands, stepping next to his side so she could watch his expression as he took it all in. They were at a small secluded cabin. It was on the...

…. She walked behind Rayth. Her hands firmly over his eyes. She had to stretch around him and was thankful she had a little extra height in her boots to reach. As they’d traveled and Hogarth had parted ways from them, leaving the dragon and the battle of her home far behind, she’d snuck off on...

His breath traveled across her face, down her neck. Her eyes closed. She drew closer to him, wanting any space between them gone. Head tilted as her lips found his own. The kiss started as a whisper, barely there. Slowly deepening. Increasing in demand. Warmth. He couldn’t promise what he just...

A tremble of laughter as he spoke of the shoes. Then needing the coin. "Yes we will," she sighed. "Back to where we started from." She continued to let her healing magic touch his injuries. Soothing and mending. And even as her magic withdrew, she kept her hands on him, fingers trailing up...

Eislyn pointedly ignored Hogarth. She sat beside Rayth. The grass cool and soft beneath her. Slowly and with a feathered touch, she began to move her hands along his body, using her magic to sense where he was most egregiously hurt. She started with his arm and shoulder as Hogarth went to go...