Page 53 of The Dark Elf's Surprise Baby

Demethys latches on to one of my nipples with his mouth as he circles my bud with his finger. Arching my back, I cry out and clamp down around his hand, feeling explosions of pleasure setting off along my spine.

“Harper, I want you,” Demethys says in a hoarse voice. “I want to be inside you.”

“Take me,” I tell him. “I’m yours. No one else's.”

He moves so his cock is lined up with my entrance and slowly starts to push inside. I may be wet but it’s still a tight stretch. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with him and my pussy is tight.

I breathe through it and Demethys takes it slowly, trying not to hurt me. After what feels like ages, he’s finally sheathed inside me, filling me up. It feels like helias, just having him here.

Our bodies are pressed tightly together and he begins to rock his hips slowly, drawing himself in and out at an almost agonizing pace. I think neither of us want this to end too quickly.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, our lips smashing together as we move, finding our rhythm together once again. It doesn’t take long for us to reconnect and our bodies seem to find the rhythm with ease.

“Yes!” I cry out as he hits that spot inside me that brings me the greatest pleasure. “Yes, right there, just like that!”

He continues working his hips and moves his finger down to rub against my bud, stroking over it with a slow, gentle slide that has me all but melting into the mattress. I could search the world over and never find another lover like Demethys, I think.

It isn’t long before my orgasm begins to build inside me, feeling the warm waves cresting from down below, slowly rising higher and higher over my body. Our kisses grow more frantic, our movements more sloppy as we both find ourselves getting closer and closer to the edge.

Demethys hips stutter before he goes stiff, warm seed spilling into my body. That tips me over the edge and I find myself reaching the peak as well, before tumbling off over the edge.

“Demethys!” I call out his name as I climax, clinging to his sweaty, warm body. His hand reaches out to find mine and laces them together, holding them over his heart.

“I love you,” he says, panting as he comes down from the high.

“I love you too,” I tell him.

25

DEMETHYS

After Harper and I make love that night, it’s like the last of the barriers have fallen between us. Everything feels so right, so perfect again. It’s as though no time at all has passed. If not for the presence of Addie, it would feel like we’re back before all this happened.

Not that I would trade Addie for anything. She’s my little girl, my agelios. Having her in my life has made it even more complete than I could have ever imagined. It’s as if she was the missing piece between us the whole time.

Two weeks pass in pure bliss. It’s the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Addie and Harper fit into the household with absolute ease.

I never want Addie to feel as though I don’t love her. And Harper deserves to feel as though she’s got protection and stability. They’re my mate and my child in every way that counts but it’s time to do it the right way. I want to ask Harper to make it official. I have a plan but I’m not quite ready to execute it yet.

I need to distract Harper and Adelaide, so I can surprise them. I’ll be busy tomorrow with the plan so I don’t want them to feel neglected. I’m going to spend the whole day with themtoday, making breakfast, going shopping, maybe going back to the park, then we’ll have a gourmet dinner tonight.

Tomorrow, I’m going to send Adelaide to the Torsys household so I can have Harper all to myself and execute my plan.

I wake up extra early, too excited to sleep. Harper is sleeping next to me, having moved into my room a few days ago. We ended up spending most of our time here anyway and I asked if she would like to stay and she agreed.

Careful so I don’t wake her, I slip from the bed and wrap my robe around myself before heading downstairs. The chef isn’t even up yet and I head into the kitchens, stoking the fire myself before gathering the supplies I need.

I’m halfway through kneading dough for a fresh loaf of bread when the cook comes in and quirks an eyebrow, a silent gesture for me to explain what I’m doing.

“I need the kitchens this morning,” I tell him. “You can have the morning off. I’m going to make breakfast again.”

“As you wish, Master Demethys,” the chef bows and takes off, no doubt happy to get a few more winks in.

I’ve worked my way up to more and more elaborate meals for my girls, trying to save my best dishes for now, so I can thoroughly impress Harper with my skills. I’m making a full dark elf spread for them today, which includes fresh bread, eggs, thick sliced dripir, fried capra with somana and frisse, milk, fresh squeezed juice and kaffo.

Just as I’m putting on the finishing touches, Harper comes down the stairs with a sleepy looking Adelaide behind her.

“Breakfast is ready!” I tell them, watching Addie perk up at the word breakfast.

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