Page 13 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Dalia

My stomach tightens when I see the wild look in his eyes.

Did he… did he say those things to me to get a rise out of me?

I swallow the lump in my throat when I feel his hands tighten around my legs and the obvious desire shining in his eyes. I felt my inner walls clench tighten, the wetness at my core pooling as I tried to breathe in and calm myself.

I’ve never had a man look at me in the way he does. Like he’ll die if he can’t have me—some insatiable need inside of him that will only be cured by my body.

I shiver at the thought.

For some reason, that turns me on way more than it should.

I should be sacred of this man—this dark elf whose name I still don’t know and who should be doing anything else but trying to fuck someone like me.

His intimidating nature and the aura of self-importance should completely negate these feelings churning inside of me, and yet…

My body aches for him to settle between my thighs.

I gasp when I’m roughly dragged farther over the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the side. I’m roughly flipping onto my stomach again and my legs are dropped from his hard grasp. I plant them on the floor, ready to reel back and headbutt him, but I stop when warm hands find my hips.

I press my chest into the mattress and bite my lip when he knees my legs apart. He lifts one of them with a knee hooking under my thigh and lifting it up towards the bed. He takes one of his hands off of my hips and grabs my thigh to hold it up at that angle.

My back strains, forcing me to scoot myself further onto the mattress, exposing myself more to him. I know that I’m wet and that he must see that from the way I’m positioned. Embarrassment races through me at him knowing how much he’s turning me on.

I hate it. I want to hate him for bringing up Caitlin in order to upset me.

What kind of monster does that? Threatens that?

His other hand comes off of my hip, the sound of something rustling could be heard from over my shoulder. Just as I’m about to peer over my shoulder, I hear the sounds of fabric and a belt hitting the floor at my feet.

My heart squeezes.

I jolt forward when the hard tip of something presses against my hole, teasing around it. I know exactly what he’s doing as he rubs the tip of his cock along my folds, getting himself nice and lubricated for me.

I can’t help it. I moan when he slides along my clit.

“I knew you’d like this, Dalia.” His voice is rough, filled with desire. “I could see it in your eyes.”

I clutch the bedsheets in front of me, willing myself to shut up and put my head down like I usually do for clients. But there’s something about him… something in the way that he demands and commands. I can’t help but respond to it.

The head of his cock presses against my hole again, slowly breaching it. I stiffen. He’s a lot bigger than I thought he would be. Usually dark elves are well-endowed but this is much different than those I’ve serviced before.

He pushes further into me, stretching me wide with his girth.

“Ohhhh…” I groan, not being able to help it.

My back arches again and I lift myself up onto my elbows to crane my head back. The ends of my hair tickle my exposed skin where the robe is hiked up.

As soon as his cock is all the way inside of me, he pauses and places his hand back onto my hip. His fingers dig into my skin, hurting but not enough to leave a bruise. Yet.

“I can feel you already trying to milk me, Dalia.” He tells me. “You want it. You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

My walls flutter around him. He’s most likely saying it to get another rise out of me, but the thought of him finishing inside of me excites me. I’ve had plenty of men do it before, but none of them have made me feel the want for it.

I feel him pull out of me, only the head of his cock staying inside before he jerks his hips forward and thrust into me hard.

I scream.

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