Page 137 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
Her silly weapon won’t make much of a difference but damn my heart for swelling with pride knowing that she’s taking precautions. My Nel values her life after all. She just wants her people safe.
I swallow thickly, my gaze is now fixed on her mouth. “Fine. I won’t butcher the elves in this fort.”
I turn away before I do something irredeemable.
The girl tugs on my sleeve, refusing to let me leave. She raises her trembling hand to shake mine again. “Do we have a deal?”
The wild need takes hold of me. Her lips are so tempting. I can hardly resist it anymore. I seal the promise with a kiss because I’m a desperate bastard.
She moans against my lips and I’m devouring every little sound she makes. I cup a hand behind her head while the other slides to the base of her spine.
Selfish. My spot in hell is safely secured.
She’s in no rush to break the kiss between us. Her soft figure melts in my arms as my mouth continues to ravage hers.
Her light crystal clatters to the floor. She weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I love the feel of her hands on me, the sensual stroke of her tongue, and the way her soft and tiny curves mold to my body.
She nibbles my bottom lip and I almost come right then standing. Rhianelle is perfection made for me. Everything about her makes me lose all of my reasoning. Her breathing is ragged and raw by the time our lips part.
My tongue licks the column of her throat, making a path to the nape of her neck. I latch my mouth on her soft skin, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. Her subtle scent mingling with the fragrance from the soap is intoxicating.
I grasp her long thigh, yanking her to me. I can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her head falls back in a whimper as I grind my erection against her. She’s excitable from the rush of venom from this morning. It’ll be a quick one for my Nel tonight.
“Svenn, please,” she begs until her body is shaking with fine tremors of release. A contented moan rips out of her throat.
I’ve never wanted anyone with such untamed passion.
I thought the kiss would take off the edge, but it does the exact opposite. The need I’ve been battling from that first morning has only gotten stronger, and more potent. I’m almost convinced I’ll be granted my true death because of this poison. I stop myself just in time before things take the point of no return.
The inner beast wants more. I shut them down quickly, tearing my mouth from her.
“Yes. We have a deal,” I say, breathing harshly as I meet her gaze. A sick sense of satisfaction fills me over watching her flushed face and swollen lips. I remove my hand from the small curve of her back and drown the unbearable longing raging in my chest.
She suddenly grips my tunic.
“You haven’t taken any…” There’s a twinge of panic in her voice when she realizes I haven’t sunk my teeth into her flesh. “Is my blood not good?”
You taste like the sweetest nectar.
It’s my new favorite meal, second only to—my gaze drops south between her thighs.
Calm the fuck down.
I inhale through my nostrils and exhale through my mouth. “Bland. But it’s good enough.”
“Please, take,” she insists.
To have been starved for thousands of years and suddenly be offered something so heavenly. It would be a lie to say that I’m not tempted. I want to run my tongue and taste every inch of her skin.
“I don’t need it tonight. If the cravings do come, I’ll find you,” I reply quickly.
The dubious look on her face says she doesn’t believe me. She glares at me cautiously as she should have from the very beginning.
“Promises without bindings aren’t enough after all,” I say with a laugh. “You don’t trust me.”
She nods uncertainly.
Of course, she doesn’t. I’ve done everything to shatter her trust. “You think I will sneak from this prison and hunt down your people?”
