Page 47 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

He chuckles, then pulls me up to him, locking our lips. He leans forward, tipping me back. His movements are careful and precise, taking extra care to be gentle with me.

I part my legs for him, and he slides in with such a smooth motion that my eyes roll, pushing me to the edge of climax. He fills me to the brim and I have to pull away from our kiss so I can moan into the air. “Etheron! Gods, Etheron. Yes!”

His lips find my neck and I pull on his body, relishing in all the skin-on-skin contact. I move under him, my body begging for more, but his hands calm my hips. His strokes are slow and deliberate, burning my insides up as my core sits on the edge of release.

I moan and attempt speeding up, but his hands are too strong for me to overcome. He’s in control of my ecstatic suffering. “Please!” I pull his lips to mine, quickly parting them to get at his sizzling tongue.

His speed picks up, but it’s a slow build, each thrust only slightly faster than the last. “Uggh! Dalia, you feel… Ohh. …so good.”

“Yeah? I’m I good? Am I what you want?” I strain to keep from moaning his name again, placing needy kisses around his face.

He smiles, something warm and cheerful. “Yes. You’re exactly what I want.” His arms wrap around me, squeezing me between two big, muscled arms and his massive chest. His nose digs into my neck. “You’re more.”

My hands slide along his back and neck as a deeper orgasm washes over me like a calm wave, sending little electric tingles down to my toes and up to each strand of hair. “Tell me what you need.”

His head turns, lips next to my ear. “You.” He kisses my cheek before burrowing into my neck once again. His strokes turn into full on thrusts, driving the air from my lungs.

I sing his praises as he builds me to another climax. Within a matter of seconds, my words are lost into high pitched squeals and moans as I reach true bliss under him. My arms and legs pull on him in the hopes that he’ll let me feel his full weight.

“Dalia,” he whispers.

I turn my head to him and our lips fall in place with each other. There’s a fierce need to his lips, and as if waking from a dream, I realize the same need is in my lips. A need to say so many things that can’t be said.

His cock thickens and he raises up, with me in his arms. Resting me in his lap, he fills me with his seed, his love, his affection.

Another deep orgasm erupts in me, this time like a tidal wave. It crashes through me, washing everything away except this man.

Etheron, I love you.

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