Yes!“Did you imagine doing that during the feast?”I asked breathily, since his lips were tracing the seam down my back.
“The second I laid my eyes on you in the Great Cavern,” he whispered over the small of my back, sending a shiver across my heated skin.“One day,” he took in my scent audibly, and his fingers dig in my hips possessively, “I will have you under the Cherry Tree, in the ways of old.”
“Mmm.I will ride you under its blossoms.”He made me feel just as possessive.I was starting to understand she-elves.
I gasped when in a single expert move, Karim flipped me, pressing my back against the cool rock, his fingers tangling in my hair.“Temptress.”
His lips captured mine with a hunger that matched my own.His tongue tasted me with barely restrained desire.Then his fingers slid down my back and… my dress pooled on the floor at my feet.Leaving me completely bare to his lustful gaze.
“How?”
“You’re easily distracted.”He drank me in while his hair was tracing my curves as if learning the shape of a goddess he was worshiping.
And worship me he had–every single day since we’d joined for the first time.But now it was my turn.“You’re always in control of your needs,” I said with a feigned pout.My hands wrapped around his fully erect cock, drawing a needy grunt out of him.“It’s time you let go.Completely.”
“Jasmine.”It was a protest and a plea wrapped in one.
“Yes, my Prince.”I guided him until it was his back against the wall and me, ready to worship at his feet.“Relinquish all control, for once.Be mine.”
“Iamyours.”He was looking at me as if I were the center of his universe, and my heart skipped a beat.I could only hope that I wouldn’t disappoint.For my Karim had never been taken like this, and I wanted our wedding night to be unforgettable.
I gave the underside of his silvery length an experimental lick, and his whole body jolted, muscles going taut.
“Hands on the wall,” I commanded.
And just as well, because as I wrapped my lips around him, Karim’s claws scraped against the wall.
“Marvesinem,” spilled from his lips, then other lyrical words in Elvish as he unraveled under my touch, English now beyond him.
That wouldn’t do.I took him deeper in my mouth, hollowed my cheeks and sucked until only unintelligible sounds were coming from my Prince.Even the locks of hair he’d been teasing me with faltered in their movement.
“Jasmine…”
“Yes, Karim!Let go for me.I’ve got you.”
He came with a growl, spilling hot into my mouth.I took every single drop he gave me while I took in the magnificent sight of Karim coming undone.No tight-leashed emotions, just him and me in a perfect moment of pure abandon.
“Happy braid linkage.”I smiled up at him and licked my lips.I’d thought being flirtatious and daring was not my thing, but I’d simply needed the right guy to inspire me.I couldn’t wait to play with dirty talk and bold moves so I could watch Karim come with my name on his lips.
His dark eyes regained focus, and his fingers brushed my chin tenderly.“Happy braid linkage, my flower.”Then a dangerous smile spread across his beautiful features, and I knew I was in trouble.Ofthe kind that would havemecoming, over and over again on his cock, screaming his name.
He pulled me up to his lips, tasting himself and me, and the next thing I knew, I was pinned under him on the moss.“My turn to drive you wild,” he said through a smile, and slid down my body.
Hours later, I was lying happy and languorousin the arms of my braid partner.I still couldn’t believe it.I was married to the finest male both underground and on the surface.
“Where are you, my flower?”His hand caressing my unbraided hair paused.
I smiled and resumed tracing his perfectly shaped backside with my fingertips.“Here.”
Here was also on the sofa and under his loose hair, which was covering me from chest to mid-hip, lying on my left side as I was.
Karim smiled.“Nai.Yourbodyis here.”He put an emphasis on that by bringing me closer with an arm around my waist, lying on his right side as he was.
Pressed against the decadent length of his body, I couldn’t help but notice he was ready for yet another round.I was a sweaty, spent mess, and he was as full of stamina as ever.Mr.Insatiable.
“Your mind, however,” he continued, “is somewhere else.Are you thinking about the eggs?”
I chortled.A half-elf guest from another kingdom where keeping laying hens was not outlawed, had given us a dozen eggs as a gift.I had later discovered he was the person secretly supplyingKarim, Tisvali, and Deidre with an egg each month.In other words, he was their egg dealer.
