Page 64 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

“I agree.”

Dizen laughs. “I should find a human mate.” He glances at Dalia’s family. “Couldn’t Dalia have a sister?”

“If I had a sister, she wouldn’t want someone as reckless as you,” Dalia says.

The two pretend to stare each other down. They’ve known each other for two months, but it took them less than two minutes to fall into their feisty banter as if they’d known each other for decades.

“Your sister would be lucky to get a piece of this magnificence.” Dizen spreads his arms wide.

“Which part?” Dalia smirks. “Certainly not your brain.”

The table laughs and the two continue to trade jovial jabs with Dizen willing to play the fool.

After our meal, we move out to the ballroom.

I take Dalia in my arms for the first dance and we twirl around the floor.

“I haven’t said so yet, but you look incredible. The dress is beautiful on you.”

She blushes but doesn’t break our eye contact. “I’ll wear it whenever you’d like.”

I lower my voice. “I’m looking forward to taking it off you.”

“Etheron!” Her eyes dart to her family at the edge of the dance floor. She peers up at me with a wide smile and she whispers, “So am I.”

“I want to take you right here on the floor.” My lust growls in my throat.

The others join us on the floor and Dalia smirks. “Missed your chance.”

“Then tomorrow, we’ll come down here, dressed as we are, dance and…” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “…I’ll have you in your wedding gown, day after day after day. Right here.”

Heat billows from her chest and she kisses my cheek. “I’ll hold you to that promise.

The night goes on with more dancing, drinks and games till we say goodbye, taking our leave to the east wing of the manor while the others are given rooms in the west wing.

I help her from her dress, keeping it as pristine as possible for tomorrow. As she undresses me, I kiss her neck and her shoulders. I lay her back on the bed and peer deep into her eyes. “I love you, Dalia. You’re the only person in the world I care about.”

She raises up and kisses me. She turns around, presenting herself to me. “Prove it.”

I kneel and take her wet lips with my tongue.

Her fingers rake my hair as she moans. “Don’t take too long. Oh, it feels so good, but I want you in me.”

I nod, but continue to taste her exquisite gift for a few more minutes till she’s begging for me. I stand and press my cockhead up against her entrance. “This is the start of the rest of our lives, Dalia. Everyday will be like this.”

She smiles and pushes back against me, slipping herself over my erection before I thrust up into her. She gasps and laughs. “Ohh, gods! Etheron, it's— Ohh! You’re too much.”

I thrust hard, breaking her stance, and forcing her flat against the bed, pressed between it and my hard body. “Tell me you want to stop.”

She shakes her head. “No! Please keep going. Fuck!”

I oblige, gladly railing her into a frenzy of shrill screams and guttural moans. I turn her head so our lips can lock while I continue my onslaught.

She waves me back and shakes her head. “I-I can’t breathe. Fuck. Etheron, oh Gods, what are you doing to me?”

“Claiming you properly.”

“Claim me every fucking day. Ohh, I’m yours. I’m yours!” She pushes her hips back into me, but only for a moment. She can’t stand up against my thrusts.

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