Page 16 of Elven Oath

“Where we mate, becoming one.” He says so softly that I almost don’t hear him.

“I barely know you.”

“That will change.” He says, moving in closer, his lips almost on my own. “The burning you feel will get worse the more you try to fight it. This is inevitable. Tonight, you will belong to me in all aspects. Mind, body and soul.”

As he talks, his lips barely touch mine and I realize that he is right. He currently holds a magic over me that I’ve never known to exist. No one ever told me there was something that could overtake an Elf, rendering them unable to fight.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask with heavy breaths.

“Your permission, my sweet. Once you submit to me, I will take you and mark you as mine alone.”

Squeezing my eyes tight, I try to block the images that are invading my mind of the both of us naked on the bed. I ask myself if that is really what I want and at this moment it truly is. I can’t fight whatever has a hold on me. I may regret it in the morning but for now I want it all.

Opening my eyes, I look into his and shake my head. His lips curl up in a grin.

“You have to say it.” He demands.

“I submit to you.” I breathe out.

“Good girl.” He purrs before taking my mouth in a kiss so deep, I gasp in surprise.

I’ve never been kissed before. It feels so foreign yet so right all at the same time. I didn't realize he was moving us over to the bed until my legs bump into it.

Pulling out of the kiss, his hands work behind me to undo my dress. It plops to the floor as his hands begin to work on my laces. I’m completely naked in front of him in the fraction of a time that it took to get it all on.

My arm crosses over my chest as I try to hide but he moves it back to my side without a word. His golden eyes look his fill at my exposed body before him.

“Stay right there.” He demands, his hands making quick work of his own clothes.

As his last piece of clothing falls, I take my own time looking at his gorgeous body. I can’t deny that my new husband is absolutely handsome in all the ways Elven men are not. His muscles are sculpted and defined. I can tell just from looking at him that he’d be a devil on the battlefield.

His cock springs forward like cold hard steel. It’s bigger than what I’d thought one might be and I wonder if it’ll fit.

“It’ll fit.” He chuckles and my gaze snaps back to his face.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“In case you were wondering. It’ll fit.” He shrugs.

For a moment there I was afraid I’d spoken out loud. He moves closer to me until his hot skin is touching my own.

“I’m going to touch you now. To make sure that you are ready for me.” He whispers into my ear and all I can do is shake my head.

His hand reaches up, cupping my face, slowly running the tips of his fingers along my skin. He continues his slow soft stroke down my shoulder as his other hand also comes up to do the same.

“Vevina. Look at me.” He demands and my eyes fly open, not realizing I had closed them.

He looks at me for only a moment before his lips cover mine. I faintly hear a moan but get more distracted as his hands cup my bottom, pulling me firmly into his hardness.

It’s hot pressed between us against my stomach. His hands slide down my backside until I can feel the tips of his fingers close to where I’m on fire. My passage throbs with wanting as I feel myself becoming more wet that even my fantasies have conjured up in my room late at night.

He breaks the kiss with a growl and my lips feel bruised from his onslaught.

“I need to taste you now.” He declares in that same deep rumble, helping me to lay on the bed.

When he gets on the bed, spreading my legs wide, I open my mouth to protest just as his mouth covers my most private areas. Instead of a protest, I moan, throwing my head back onto the pillow.

“Oh, Gods!” I scream out and feel him chuckle between my thighs.

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