Page 54 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
I twine my hands around his neck and claim his lips. His returning kiss starts gentle, languid, and passionate. It’s almost like he’s savoring me. I slide my tongue between his parted lips, deepening the kiss. A groan of pleasure escapes his throat.
“Rhianelle,” he rasps against my mouth.
His hand travels the length of my back, ravenous as if he cannot get enough of me. Waves of heat unfurl within me, sending shivers to every inch of my body. I should not be feelinganything other than dread at this moment. This dangerous beast can kill me at any time and yet all I want to do is to feel his hard body against mine, feel him in between my legs. I realize it’s no longer my life on the line right now. It’s my sanity.
Before I can dive further into the depths of madness, I ram a blade straight into his heart.
Only a low grunt leaves him. It sounds more like irritation than hurt. His tongue continues to move against mine in lazy, deft strokes.
He is so enraptured with our kiss he doesn’t realize there’s a dagger jutting from his chest. I quickly draw the weapon for another go.
This time, deeper into the breastbone. He breaks the kiss, pulling back to look at me. A playful, infuriating smirk tugs the corner of his lips. That is all I get for my effort of digging the cold dagger into his heart?
I begin to shake. “How can this be?” I mutter, my voice cracking.
I plunge the blade into his chest repeatedly for the third, the fourth…
I give everything I have for one final thrust. A strained breath leaves him the moment I twist the dagger. He hunches down from the pain or what little damage I may have caused him.
His hands gently ease their grip on my thighs.
I watch in absolute horror as the wound on his chest heals around the dagger. He plucks the weapon like it’s a mere splinter at his side.
“It’s no use.” I almost laugh and sob to myself. The beast is utterly unaffected. And he knows I want to hurt him now.
Shit. I am so dead.
The sharp line of his jaw tenses as he studies me beneath those eyes. He goes entirely still. Fear seizes me once again,paralyzing me from head to toe. I am so afraid to move, to do anything.
Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Oh, gods.
I raise my hands up, as if they would protect me from whatever horror that may ensue. He is going to tear me to pieces.
“Rhianelle?”
I gather my nerve to lift my head. To my surprise, the monster is offering me my knife back. A crease appears between his dark brows.
Is this some sort of sick game for him? I am too petrified to move.
But I want to live. I need that weapon to fight back. Even if it’s just a twisted taunt from him. Tears burn behind my eyes as I try to take the blade. It falls uselessly from my trembling hand.
“Damn it.” I let out a shaky breath.
“Nel…” I hear him say. I blink as I look at the monster. He has a shattered look on his face. His gaze turns heavy and haunted. It’s almost as if I’ve finally done some damage to him.
This man—creature—doesn’t seem to understand my sudden change of mood, why I no longer want him.
What’s wrong? His eyes seem to ask me.
Thankfully, I won’t have to answer him because in that moment, I glimpse the flap of bat-like wings.
Chapter 13 Rhianelle
Iam saved.
Kheirall snatches the creature away from me like an eagle, tossing him into the ruins. The granite wall collapses from the impact, burying the creature in the rubbles. The Demon Lord lands beside me, leaves and dust scattering on his descent.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
