Jason's hands clamped down on Tauriel's massive breasts with a sudden, rough squeeze, the soft flesh spilling over his fingers as he yanked her forward. She gasped in shock, her yellow eyes widening—elves were not wild beasts; they were tame, classy creatures who seduced with grace and subtlety, not this raw aggression.
"Ahh!" she yelped, her body jolting as his thumbs dug into her nipples, twisting them hard enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Tauriel knew there was something off about this 'pure-blood' from the start—his scent was too different, but before she could piece together a coherent thought, Jason's mouth descended, lips wrapping around one stiff nipple and sucking with fierce hunger.
