Page 73 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
That spoiled act is punished instantly.
Svenn fists my hair and presses my face against the mattress. His fingers clench my hips, strong enough to leave a mark. He is pistoning into me with reckless abandon, unleashing himself on me entirely. There is no way I can keep up with this chaotic rhythm. I’m clawing at the sheets, desperate to hold on to anything.
But I can’t escape him.
He lowers his body over mine; his weight crushing over me, his scent wrapping around me. I feel like I am being swallowed by his presence. It’s all consuming and overwhelming. He takes my hand into his, entwining our fingers as he thrusts deeply.
His head presses against my back and the carnal grunt that escapes him throws me into another release. Stars erupt in myvision like fireworks. I come harder than I did before. It sends him tumbling over the edge of bliss with me.
I open my eyes to see Svenn beside me with a vulnerable look on his face. Beads of sweat fall from his chest and I revel in the sight of him. Gods, he is so glorious and mesmerizing.
It takes several heartbeats for me to finally be able to move closer to him and look for our bond. A small moment passes between us when our eyes meet.
“Rhianelle, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says, drawing every syllable of my name longer than they should be. “So unreal.”
Unreal?
He’s said that around a million times already. I’m beginning to worry a little. But I have an even bigger problem right now.
There is still not a single marking on our bodies.
It’s so strange. The bond should have materialized the moment we consummated the marriage. A slow chill settles into my bones at the possibility of failing the Aeonian’s demand. I push away any distressing thoughts to focus.
“There’s still time,” I mutter to myself. I run across the room to grab the demon’s gift. Kheirall did say I can use it tonight.
“Nel, come back to me,” Svenn calls for me in his deep voice.
A smile tugs my lips over my short nickname. I quickly return and jump into his lap. It’s a bold move for a person I barely know. Any shame fades when he starts peppering my neck with kisses. Everything with him feels so good, so right.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters against my skin. His mouth travels to my collarbone and I can hardly focus on unwrapping the box. I open the lid and blink at the nylon strand inside.
Heavens help me.
Kheirall’s wedding gift is a bondage rope. I should have known it’d be something like this. I curse the Demon Lord silently. But my brain suddenly rolls to the painting in his castle.
The Nightwalker Court.
Heat flares over my face at the very thought of the vampire generals and their sadistic sexual rituals. I lower my gaze subtly to Svenn’s crotch. His aching arousal is still hard against my leg. Whatever I offered to him must not have been enough. It takes a moment for me to gather my courage.
“You can use this on me…” I swallow nervously.
Confusion spreads across that handsome face. “You want to be tied?”
I nod fervently.
He seems conflicted with the idea as he looks at the item. There is even an instruction in the box.
Stupid Kheirall.
I really hate him. Svenn starts reading the manual without words. After a few pages, he takes a deep breath and closes the book. I’m a little worried he’ll decide to hang me like the woman in the painting—or worse, he might not want to continue this.
I exhale a breath of relief when he finally set the ropes around my wrist. He even shows me how to undo the knot.
“Got it,” I say quickly to save time.
He slips my bonded hands around his neck. I giggle when he suddenly rises and lifts my thighs to wrap around his waist. This is actually nice. It feels like I’m hugging him. I rest and nuzzle my head on his chest as he carries me.
“You’re adorable, Nel. But are you sure about this?” he whispers with dark lust.
