Page 67 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

I return to the bed chambers and the servant bows. “Thank you,” I tell her and she turns and leaves.

I know I should rest. Etheron has been working my body, and I should be tired. But something about him is energizing me.

Crawling under the covers, I find my nipples growing hard as I think of my mate’s return. I try to lay back and sleep, but instead, my hands start to coast along my breasts and tug at my nipples. Soon, I can’t take it, and I turn to the table at my bedside.

For our honeymoon, Etheron got us new toys. One of which – my favorite – he used to stimulate my clit and my walls while I sucked him off. I grab it now, rubbing it between my folds and imagining that Etheron is here with me.

I moan softly as I push it inside of me. It pales in comparison to my mate, but it will suffice until he returns. I keep going, working a rhythm that has my body arching up off the bed. “Oh, Etheron,” I cry out, my eyes closed as I picture him over me.

“Yes?”

My eyes fly open to see him standing in the doorway smirking. Instead of stopping, I keep going. His gaze drops down to between my legs, and his eyes narrow.

I throw my head back, thrusting deeper into myself, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. I feel the toy ripped from my hand as Etheron dips between my thighs to lick me clean, and once I come down, he lifts back up off the bed.

He shrugs out of his uniform, exposing his hard muscles and runic tattoos. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Enjoying the gifts you’ve bestowed upon me.” I smile and turn, spreading my legs to him. “A bath so that I’m clean for you. Lotion, so I smell nice for you. Toys, so I’m wet for you.”

Etheron crawls onto the bed like a predator, ready to pounce on his prey. “I don’t make you wet?”

I nod. “You get me soaked.”

“Then why use the toys?” He climbs over me, pinning me underneath.

“Just in case.” I shrug. “I know how worked up you can get. You might have burst through that window and ravished me.”

He leans in, his hard jaw sliding along the soft curve of mine. “Do you really expect me to believe that wouldn’t get you wet?”

I laugh. “I’d be wet, but only after your first or second thrust. This way, I’m wet straight from the start. Ready for your use.”

His cock slides into me and he grunts, deep and primal.

I gasp. “Just like that. Ohh. Gods, Etheron. Every single time, you steal my breath.”

“I’m only getting started, Dalia.” One of his hands grips my hair, pulling it back with the other pin’s my wrists to the pillow over my head. He lashes out like a snake, taking my throat in his teeth.

“Give it to me, my love.” I purr. “I want all of you.”

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