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“Should we take it as a good sign that this one was here, and you stumbled across it?” Resting her cheek on my chest, she sighs, rocking to a tune only she hears, and with her, I hear it too.
Wondering if perhaps she changed her mind about why we came here, I hold her close and caress her soft skin but make no attempt to seduce her. She’s been through so much. I want her to be in control.
Just when I think this will remain a lovely dance in the glen, she tugs my shirt from my trousers and skims her fingers along my back. “Can you take this off?”
My cock jumps to full attention. Backing up half a step, I pull the fabric over my head and toss it to the ground. I’m watching and trying to keep my breath steady, and my heart pounds as she steps out of her shoes and wiggles her bare toes in the moss.
Her smile is like the first light of the sunshine. My insides turn soft at the sight of her happiness. The firstborn son of the rightful queen or not, I’m nothing without this small, kind human.
I’m becoming a poet, and that’s more like my soldier middle brother than me. I’m supposed to be the sensible one, well trained, smart, steady. That’s what I was born to. Since I met Harper, my world has been upside down.
She strips out of her shirt and pants and stands naked only a foot away. She covers a long, red, but healing gash across her ribs. “I’m a little beat up.”
I drop my trousers and kneel at her feet. Moving her hand aside, I kiss the place where she was wounded, I continue to other bruises and marks. Each one of them is my fault. I willnever forget that. “You’re perfect, Harper. Never hide from me. Everything about you is beautiful.”
Pressing her hands to my shoulders, she sways with each touch of my lips. “I think I should warn you that it’s been some time since I had sex, and I’m already close to coming just from your little kisses.”
Her skin is pink, as if the admission cost her some embarrassment, though I can’t imagine why. “Then let me help you.”
Pressing my lips lower, I grip her ass in both hands, avoiding a bruise on her hip. I slip my tongue between her folds. She’s sweet and wet. Her musky essence is like a love spell.
Without demanding, I nudge her legs wider, and she cries my name as I find the pearl-like button at the top of her sex. I suck and lick and hold her shaking legs while reveling in how sensitive she is.
True to her word, she contracts with her orgasm, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Oh god. Aaran, that’s so fucking good. You have to stop.”
I lap up every drop of her sweet juices, ignoring her demand that I stop. When she steps back, I rise and lift her in my arms.
“I can walk now.” She trails er fingers along my cheek.
It would be a mistake to tell her I long to take care of her. “I know you can.” I lay her on the blanket and follow her down. “I know parts of you are still tender. Tell me if anything is uncomfortable. I never wish to cause you harm.”
Covering her lips with mine, I draw her tongue into a dance. Her tiny moan vibrates in her throat, and I long for more sounds and pleasures. Greedily, I want all her pleasures to be shared with me.
Threading her fingers through my hair, she grips my scalp with more strength than expected. Though, I should know by now that everything about Harper is surprising.
Chapter Thirteen
Harper
Uncomfortable? Is he mad? I feel no pain, yet I’m uncomfortable with desire like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Anything I know from my life before has nothing on being held in Aaran’s arms or feeling his lips on mine. His mouth between my legs was the ultimate pleasure, but only took the edge off. I need more of him, all of him. If I could crawl inside his skin, it wouldn’t be close enough.
His back muscles ripple under my fingers. A dark bruise marks his shoulder. It must have happened fighting the wolves. A series of scratches mar his neck and the edge of his hairline just above his temple. These imperfections only heighten his good looks. He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. The other elves are also attractive, but Aaran is spectacular. How am I going to live without him when I return to New Jersey?
I quash the thought.Enjoy the moment, I scream inside my head.
Maybe he heard me. He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes for a long, intense moment. In the light of this strange world’s night, his blue eyes are as dark as the deepest sea.Lowering his head, he takes my nipple into his warm wet mouth and sucks.
Pleasure shoots directly to my clit, which pulses and aches. I wrap my leg around his and press upward, searching for relief. “I need you, Aaran.”
His deep growl is feral and vibrates against my skin. He licks my other nipple and runs his tongue around it before sucking and letting his teeth worry the tight bud.
It takes all my will to stifle the scream building inside me because not far from here are elves with acute hearing. It wouldn’t take much imagination to figure out what we were doing if I screamed his name here in the little green fairy glen.
Thick and hard, his cock presses against my thigh. I reach between us and slide my hand along the turgid flesh. A bead of cum wets the tip, and I spread it over the head.
“Harper, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I think I do.” I grip a handful of his thick hair and pull his face level with mine. Tilting, I cover his lips and plunge my tongue inside. He’s warm and soft while hard and strong all over. This man, this elf, is perfect.
