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The truth is I’m so taken aback by his advances that it’s hard to respond.
“Are you going to keep me waiting all night?” he chides, his mouth still at my ear, his hot breath hitting my skin.
“Yes,” I breathe, softly.
“What was that?” he replies, and I’m sure I can almost feel his smile breaking out against my cheek now.
“I say, yes.”
“Good,” he replies, dusting light kisses over my ear and my cheek.
My heart is pounding now, and my chest heaves as I try to restrain myself. But he’s doing something to me that I just can’t seem to resist, and neither do I want to.
His chair scrapes against the floor, and he’s no longer at my ear but standing behind me, waiting for me to rise so that he can pull my chair out from under me. Gladly, I take up the invitation, and place my napkin onto the table before getting up.
At first, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing, given how wonderful the time was that I spent with Brilyk, but something inside me tells me this is right. I wanted Brilyk, and I still want him. But I can’t deny I want Ihokha as well.
He takes my hand and I’m surprised when he leads me silently to my own room, but the comfort I take from being in familiar surroundings is maybe the reason he chose to bring me here.
As we enter, the lights suddenly dim, and I know that it’s him. I’ve been around dark elves enough to know their magic when I see it. My room is now bathed in an amber glow and I’m at a loss as to what to say or do—it isn’t like me at all.
I stand there in the middle of the room, still desperate for him and when he finally kisses me, I lean into him, pulling his dark hair through my fingers. He tastes different to anyone I’ve known before and I don’t know if it’s because I’m just so needy for him, but I can’t get enough.
He pulls away and grins. “So, where do I begin?” he muses, raking his eyes over me. Taking a step away from me, he unbuttons his tunic and I stare at his chiseled, dark chest, needing to know what it feels like under my fingers.
His hazel eyes seem to glow in this light, and he’s like a predator ready to strike. I swallow hard as he reaches down for his pants, first kicking off his boots and then freeing himself of the rest of his clothing.
He’s standing there in front of me, hard and naked and I feel like I’m frozen to the spot, despite how much I want to reach out to him. The light bounces off his gray skin and his hair rests over his shoulders. On his face is a triumphant look, not quite stern, not quite a smile. Just a look that tells me he’s in control.
And he is.
All I can do is watch, and I realize I’m biting my lip, anticipating being close to him. He holds up a hand and then curls his fingers and I gasp as the fastenings on my dress pop open. He repeats the motion, and my dress drops to the floor, leaving me standing there in my underwear.
“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” he growls. “And I have done a lot of imagining since you arrived here.”
His admission stirs something in me, and I find myself coming back to my senses, rushing to him as he wraps me up in his strong embrace. His length is solid against my stomach and I reach down and touch it as he claims my mouth, savoring the velvety hardness.
“Onto the bed,” he commands.
Eagerly I do as he says, and he joins me there, peeling my underwear from me and then lying at my side. But he doesn’t touch me even though I’m giving myself to him freely.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as my body cries out for him.
“Everything is more than okay,” he replies, propping himself up on one arm. He hovers his other hand over my stomach and I arch my back as a force emanates from it, sending my body into overdrive.
“What… what… is…?”
He smiles and moves his hands slowly up and down as deep waves of pleasure are pulled from me, the sensation so strong it’s almost as if I’ve reached my peak.
“Gently,” he says, smiling as I writhe beneath him. “I’m only just getting started. I promised you I’d show you a better time than some guard, didn’t I?”
“Gods, yes,” I cry.
“And I always keep my promises,” he says, leaning over and taking my nipple in his mouth. His hand moves downwards, and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my hand as he holds it over my sex.
I lift my hips from the bed, trying to get to his hand, but he presses down gently on my stomach, forcing me back down onto the bed. He leans down and our mouths meet, tongues desperately seeking each other out, exploring each other’s mouths as if there are dozens of secrets to be discovered inside them.
“Turn over,” he says, once we’re both breathless. I do as he says, though I hardly have the energy, and as I know that his magic hand is once again hovering over me, my spine and the muscles in my back reacting to it until I can’t take any more.
