Page 52 of Dark Elf's Good Girl
As they battle it out with yelling and insults, it dawns on me just how deeply he cares for me. There would be no other reason to cause such a scene—I’m just a servant after all. And human at that. But the ferocity and conviction with which Aiken acts tells me it’s more than just a sibling squabble over some property.
Not only that, but I get the impression that his not wanting me to go is because he knows what this will mean for me. There are words being thrown around like ‘torture’ and ‘death’ and ‘before’. Words that are getting mixed up with my name. If I were to go with Calix, it seems it might be my final journey—a fact that shouldn’t really surprise me.
Finally, when the angry voices are no longer traveling through the air, I can bear it no more and take my chances, dashing out into the hallway to try and catch Aiken. He is already on his way back up to my room and I go crashing into him, glad that it’s him and not Calix.
“What are you doing?” he snaps, his face hard and his tone harsh.
“I… I wanted to see what was going on,” I say, finding it hard to get my words out.
“What was going on is that I will protect you from that bastard at all costs,” he says, his nostrils flared, and eyes narrowed. “I’ll prolong the trip, but you need to get away from here.”
“I see…” My stomach suddenly drops to the ground.
His eyes bore into mine. “Will you come away with me?”
Of course I want to go with him, and not just because of this situation or out of the fear that his brother instills in me—it’s because however complicated this is, I have fallen for him. “I’ll go anywhere with you,” I say, looking up into his angry but beautiful eyes.
He says nothing as he grasps my chin and brings his face close to mine, power surging from him after his altercation. It’s so palpable I can almost taste it—strong and formidable.
I am hungry for it.
In one quick movement his grip moves to my arm and I find myself being led back to my room, my feet hardly touching the floor. Then I am tossed gently inside before the door is slammed shut and it’s just me and him and whatever this thing is between us.
I’m pushed up against the door, my back pressing against the heavy wood as he braces himself against it, caging me in. I find myself almost swallowed by him, and I’m willing to be. To be completely consumed by him.
As he bears down on me my body begins its submission to him, softening against the door, melting under his almost feral presence.
He releases one hand from the door, using it now to take my chin and lift my mouth to his. I close my eyes waiting for his kiss, but instead it’s just his warm breath that I feel on my skin as, in a rough, low rough voice he says, “You are mine, Isla.”
My breath hitches and my chest is pounding. There’s something about him in this moment that I haven’t seen before. Gone is any hint of softness and instead it is replaced with a powerful, dark hunger that oozes from his every pore.
For a few, desperate seconds he places his lips on mine, but goes no further than that and I’m left bereft and needy. He pulls back, and my eyes must surely widen when he takes his dagger from its sheath and holds it between us.
I swallow hard, as he brushes it along my jawline, the coolness of the metal a stark contrast to my skin that is now burning. Then, I’m once again fighting for my breath as he drags it slowly through my dress, tearing through it like butter.
“Everything about you is mine,” he says, with such vehemence I’m stunned. He has proven himself to be completely different to his brother and most other dark elves I’ve come across in my short life, but underneath he is still one of them. One that I can’t seem to get enough of.
The dress drops to the floor in tatters and now he starts with my underwear, my breasts springing free as he slices through my corset. It joins the dress on the floor, and I gasp as he now trails the cold, sharp blade softly, so softly around my nipples.
“These are mine,” he says, his voice so deep now I hardly recognize it.
“Yes,” I breathe as he bends down and flicks his tongue over them each in turn. I squirm beneath him and he looks up at me, a dark and satisfied smile on his beautiful face. Then I cry out as he returns to them, taking as much of one of my breasts into his hot mouth as he can, while teasing the other.
“Oh, gods!” I moan as he sucks hard, pulling his head back so far I can hardly stand it as lightning forks of pleasure set my whole body on fire. He trails his hand down my belly, his finger finding their way into my panties.
I hear the growl in his voice as he says, “And this is mine.”
My legs almost buckle beneath me as his fingers work me, slipping inside with ease and back out along my soaked slit until he’s at my clit, slowly driving me insane.
At last, his mouth lands on mine, our tongues colliding in a frantic and desperate need to be united, and I know there’s no way I am going to even be able to support myself any longer. He kisses my face and along my jawline, runs his tongue along my neck.
“Who does this beautiful cunt belong to?” he growls into my ear. But I’m too lost for words and breath to answer. He pulls back, his fingers now slipping away from my hot sex and I almost want to scream.
No!
“So, you will not answer me,” he says, as if offended. Panic suddenly rises in me and he takes a step back and I’m left almost broken. He narrows his eyes, and a dark grin dresses his lips. Then he places the dagger between his teeth before lifting me over his shoulder and walking over to the bed where my hot, limp and needy body is dropped gently.
The dagger lands next to me and then he is at the foot of the bed, pulling my legs apart wide. He trails the blade tantalizingly down my belly, his breathing heavy. I can hardly draw air into my lungs and my stomach reflexively convulses.