Page 97 of Black Sea

All I was able to do was drown in the dire depths of Amlach’s eyes.

His jaw worked as he angrily breathed in. Finally, after what felt like forever, he let me go.

I watched him with my mouth slightly open, feeling both alert and excited about his next move.

Quickly, Amlach grasped my hips and shifted me to the edge of the mattress. I swung my legs off the bed, one on each side of his, as he observed me from top down with great satisfaction.

It was as if he had me exactly where he wanted.

How he wanted.

Very slowly, looking at me as if he couldn’t wait to eat me alive and gnaw me to the bone, he started to duck down.

Until he was kneeling between my legs.

He took the two flaps of the slit in my skirt with such composed control that I was left breathless. Then, suddenly, he yanked the fabric so forcefully that it made me jump.

I was shocked and naked from the waist down and fully exposed to his greedy gaze.

But that gaze didn’t leave mine, not even for a moment, as he ran his hand up my right calf, stopping at the knee joint, then lifted my leg onto his shoulder. With his other hand, he gently pressed inside my left knee to make my leg spread wider.

He rubbed his beard against the sensitive skin on my other thigh, coaxing a moan of pleasure from me. Then he bit me so hard that, as I screamed, I instinctively grabbed his hair to pull him away.

He flashed an evil smile.

I gave him a look that was both excited and nervous. “Amlach—”

He struggled against my hold and suddenly pressed his mouth to my vulva, causing me to burst out with a cry so sharp that, if this weren’t a dream, everyone would hear me all the way to the southern villages.

Shocked by such a sinful act, I tried to recoil onto the mattress, but Amlach wrapped one arm around my waist to stop me and dug the fingers of his other hand into my thigh muscle to keep my leg anchored against his shoulder.

I held onto his hair, moaning uncontrollably as he sucked so passionately that my thighs jerked with spasms.

Elf mating shouldn’t be like this. It should be slow, sweet, full of mutual reverence and light caresses and gentle kisses and smiles of love.

Instead, Amlach was devouring me.

His hungry mouth pressed forcefully against the swollen, wet lips of my sex. His beard scratched my hypersensitive skin. His tongue lapped my viscous arousal, drop by drop, and licked with such firm pressure that my eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure.

I couldn’t stop screaming while watching him feast between my legs, his ravenous gaze always fixed on me.

Yes, this wasn’t how elven intercourse usually was. And I didn’t care.

Amlach was showing me a new way to possess me—dirty and brutal and upsetting and unbridled. And I chose to follow him. I didn’t care where he would take me. I let him lead me down, down, down.

Into the darkness of this relentless passion.

I let the feeling of his eager breathing over my sex poison me. I let the vibrations of his pleasure-filled grunts corrupt my thoughts, while I squirmed against his mouth as if riding it.

I completely surrendered to Amlach and made his name mine, as for the first time in my long life, I reached the peak of an ecstasy that felt like I was tearing apart.

Breathless, I watched Amlach lift his face from my groin, his eyes filled with a primal desire that demanded to be unleashed in all its fury. Seeing his lips, beard, and nose tip shiny with my fluids stirred an equally wild and uncontainable lust within me.

Before he could even try to stop me, I slid out of bed, straddled his lap, and firmly held his face with my hands to kiss him . . .

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Persistent knocking on the door snapped me awake, and I quickly sat up.