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But before I can even hear a word of what this might be, a firm hand grabs my arm, and I am whisked away by Brilyk. It’s almost as if he is unwilling to leave me with Ihokha, and even though I’m disappointed not to hear what he has to say, I find some comfort knowing that Brilyk feels this way.
The day passes more comfortably than any so far since my arrival. Just knowing there is some distance between myself and that foul creature is enough to make me feel as though I can breathe again.
Without fear pressing at me, I’m free to indulge in other activities, such as thinking about the two dark elves that I’ve become so intrigued by—both so different and yet both making me wonder what it would be like to know more intimately.
Maybe now, with Fohri gone it is my chance.
Later that night Brilyk is standing guard outside my room as always, as I sit and brush out my hair, glad to be free of the hair pins, the corsets, the dresses, and sat only in my nightgown that is flowing and flimsy.
As I look back at myself in the mirror, I feel something growing inside me—a need, a confidence, an opportunity. I undo the fastening at my bust and pull apart the ribbon, exposing the top of my chest.
Smiling, I get up and open the door, delighting in the shocked look on Brilyk’s face as he takes me in. “I was thinking you might want to come in and spend some time with me,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, pulling my dark, loose hair over my shoulder.
“What…what are you doing?” he says, his eyes traveling down to where I intend them to be.
“I’m asking you to come in,” I reply as if this isn’t completely obvious.
“Enough, Eleanor!” he snaps.
“Enough what?” I tease. There aren’t many dark elves that can carry off the whole mean and moody thing and make it sexy, but for some reason he does, for me at least. “Come on in, keep me company for a while.”
His nostrils flare and his icy-green eyes narrow. “That’s a terrible idea,” he says.
“Fine,” I say, acting as if his refusal bothers me. I turn and close the door, but he’s not getting away that easy. For a few moments I go quiet, and I wonder if he’s at the door listening, maybe even reconsidering.
Slowly, quietly, I tiptoe over to the window, before slamming it down hard, as if pretending to sneak out. It does the trick, with Brilyk bursting in immediately his eyes now wide and his body ready for action—I hope.
I can’t help but let out a laugh, and his face goes from one of concern to relief to annoyance in a matter of seconds. With a firm and sudden movement, he slams the door shut and stands glaring at me.
“I thought this was a bad idea?” I say.
He pins me with those eyes of his, and stalks towards me. “You’re playing with me, Ellie,” he says.
“I’ll play if you want to,” I reply.
He shakes his head and presses his lips together. Everything about him oozes sex appeal, the menacing way in which he’s looking at me, just adding to the desire that is growing between my legs.
“And do you even know who you’re playing with?” he says, his voice low and deep.
I swallow hard, wondering if I should say it, yet I do. “A dark elf that I’d like to know more… personally,” I reply. “One that makes me want to touch myself when I’m lying in bed alone at night.”
“And do you?” he asks.
I smile and look him straight in the eyes. “Sometimes. But I’d prefer it if you did.”
It seems I’ve pushed him as far as I can and finally get what I’ve been craving as he steps closer, drawing his hand over my jawline before leaning down and kissing me. Despite his demeanor, his kiss is gentle, his lips warm and soft, his tongue gently parting my own as he tastes me.
But that gentleness slips momentarily as he breaks the kiss, pulling back and devouring me with his eyes. He traces a finger down my throat, and I look upwards, giving him access to it. He continues until he reaches the top of my chest and then it’s gone and he’s tugging at my gown.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers, reaching between my legs and sliding two fingers across my slick, throbbing flesh. “Ah, it seems so,” he finishes when he discovers how wet I am.
“Yes… Brilyk,” I whimper. He teases me, moving slowly, tantalizingly across my sex, brushing lightly over my clit. Then, his fingers are inside me, dragging across my walls and my legs are trembling. I'm so needy for him.
He leans down and whispers into my ear, “I like to play games, too.”
“Please,” I say, realizing that he may indeed be winning this one because at this point, I would do anything for him to continue working me. Instead, his fingers slide out, but I’m not disappointed as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as our mouths find each other again.
He moans into me, his kiss deeper now and he walks a few steps and places me on a bureau that sits against the wall, before pulling off my gown. I wait breathlessly as he slowly undoes his pants, and I gasp when he springs free, his cock large, and solid.
