Page 72 of Dark Elf's Good Girl
She leans back into me. “Aiken,” she breathes.
My name on her lips makes me stiffen even more, and I press my hardness into her, smiling when she pushes her backside against it. “You look more beautiful than ever today,” I say, drawing my hand across her lower belly.
“And you are the most handsome dark elf I have ever laid eyes on,” she replies.
“Well, that is settled then,” I tease. “We are the most handsome couple on the continent and beyond.” She lets out a small laugh, and it delights me to see her so happy. “The most beautiful woman in all of Protheka, and you belong to me.”
“So it seems,” she says.
“Because you are mine—forever now.”
“I was always yours,” she says, softly.
I close my eyes as those words land on me. “Isla, you don’t know what you do to me,” I say, burying my head in her hair.
“I have a fair idea,” she replies, reaching around and stroking the bulge in my pants.
“That and so much more,” I say. “Now, as beautiful as you look in this dress, I would very much like you to be free of it.”
“As you wish,” she replies. “But I’d prefer for it to remain in one piece this time.”
“Whatever do you mean?” I ask, knowing perfectly well she’s referring to the other bulge that I now press into her—the dagger that is placed in its holder on my belt.
I sense her breathing quicken and my own heart also begins to beat faster. She is such a beautiful creature, and so vulnerable next to a dark elf like me. And yet she seems to relish that fact, as do I.
“I promise, I will not damage this wonderful dress,” I say softly as I begin to unbutton it, kissing her creamy shoulders as I pull it over them. It drops to the floor in one piece as I agreed to. “But I can’t say the same for these.”
Before she’s able to say anything, I’ve unsheathed my dagger and am running it along the waistline of her panties. I grip her tightly, surprised at my own severity, though I really shouldn’t be. Though she has declared her love for me and today solidified our coupling I am finding myself even more in need of claiming her, owning her.
Slowly I cut through the fabric, holding onto it and then placing it in my pocket. Next I sheath my dagger before I palm her perfect backside, feeling the heat beginning to rise between her legs. I explore her perfect skin with my hands as she stands naked before me, her head tilted to the side so that I have access to her neck.
“And so, we get to spend the rest of our lives together,” I say against her skin.
“We do,” she breathes. “You are all I want, Aiken.”
“It pleases me more than you’ll ever know to hear that. To know that you’re mine.” I lead her over the large four-poster bed, the dark wood posts housing heavy black drapes.
“Aren’t you going to join me,” she says, pointing at my clothes. “Or should I do the honors?”
I step back and walk over to the chair at the other side of the room, taking off my jacket and draping it across and then I pull the dagger back out from its sheath and all the while she is watching me. When I stalk towards her, dagger in hand, her eyes widen, and she lets out a gasp as I pull the torn underwear from my pocket and stretch it out in front of her.
“Give me your hands,” I command.
“What?”
“Your hands,” I say firmly.
“But—”
“Do you trust me?”
She looks deep into my eyes. “You know I do.”
“Then give me your hands,” I say for the final time. I look straight into her eyes and can’t help but smile just a little as I place her wrists together and wrap the fabric around them, pulling tight to secure them.
“Aiken?” she says, and I can hear both the panic and the arousal in her voice.
“It’s okay, you trust me, don’t you?” I say as I slide the dagger ever so gently down her breastbone, hugging the curve of her breasts with it.”