Page 57 of Elf Shot

Layla's heart was threatening to burst from her chest. She nodded. "I like…I like other people taking control in the bedroom. I like not having to think because all I do is fucking think."

"How fortuitous. I happen to like being in control, and I can be quite vocal about it." Arne brushed his lips over hers, and her thighs pressed together at the pressure already building between them.

"I know. Your eyes flashed gold in the club when I mentioned it," Layla replied. "That side of you doesn't scare me, Arne. It's a part of you, and I want it."

Arne made a sexy sound in the back of his throat that made Layla kiss him as gently as he had her. "Is there anything you don't like?"

Layla thought about it. "I'm pretty open to anything except water sports, and don't make fun of my body. It took me a long time to accept it, and I don't want to ever go back to that place of being ashamed of it."

"I would never want you to be ashamed of something so fucking beautiful," Arne growled. He cupped her face, and kissed her cheeks, her nose. "Every part of you is so perfect, it drives me mad how much I want you."

"Show me how much," Layla said, leaning into his embrace. She could feel the hard line of his erection, and she brushed against it.

Arne hissed. "Naughty. I thought you wanted me in control?"

"I do." Layla wanted him inside of her more with each passing second. She couldn't believe she had a real chance with this gorgeous elf in front of her.

"Good." Arne stepped back from her and refilled his glass. He sat down on an armchair and studied her from head to toe. The look he was giving her made her want to agree to anything he asked. Layla drained her vodka to try and help with the nervous excitement dancing through her.

Arne leaned back in his chair. "Take your clothes off but leave your underwear on," he said, the commanding prince back in his tone.

Layla wished she had put on nicer lingerie, but she was in her plain black cotton set. Oh well. What was a girl to do?

Layla put her glass down and pulled her lace top off over her head. Arne's eyes flicked over her breasts, and Layla went hot again. She unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them. She ignored the reflex to cover herself, to try and hide the curved softness of her tummy that never went away no matter how much core work she did.

Arne's eyes flickered with power and lust as he took her in. His energy had shifted, and she felt like she was trapped. It probably shouldn't have made her as wet as it did.

Arne drained his vodka and widened his legs. "Come here, my beautiful Layla."

Layla moved in between them but didn't reach out for him. She waited, letting him look at her.

"Turn." Arne's finger made a circling motion. If Layla thought it was nerve-racking having eye contact, not being able to see his expression made her pulse triple. Arne brushed the back of his hand down her spine, sending goosebumps skittering along her skin.

"Bend over," he said, and Layla's face flamed, but she didn't hesitate. "So obedient, my precious mate."

Arne's hands glided up the backs of her legs, his strokes comforting and arousing at once. He squeezed her hips, and Layla jumped as the warm heat of his mouth seeped through her cotton panties.

"Oh, gods," she whimpered, her knees trembling.

Arne's answering growl vibrated through her pussy. His fingers looped around the sides of her panties, and he dragged them slowly down her legs.

"Fuck. Look at that gorgeous cunt." Arne's voice sounded strained. Layla had never felt so exposed or so aroused in her life. His fingers stroked over her skin and spread her. "So wet for me already, and I've barely touched you."

The first lick of Arne's tongue against her had them both moaning. Layla had to grip her shins to stop herself from falling forward. Arne held her hips to keep her steady and buried his face into the heart of her.

Layla couldn't do anything but try and breathe as his tongue, teeth, and lips nipped and sucked. It was too much, pleasure drowning her senses and making her see stars. Her pussy clenched, needing to be filled, begging for the release he was edging her towards.

Arne pressed his tongue inside of her, and Layla cried out, unable to hold it in. His finger circled her clit, the pressure breaking her. Layla moaned, high and keening as her orgasm scorched her insides like lava.

"You taste like heaven, my mate. I could eat you for hours, but I need to be in you before I come untouched," Arne said, his voice a husky purr.

Through her daze, Layla felt the burn of magic against her bare skin and his clothes vanished. He pressed two fingers into her, curling them on the way out.

"I'm going to use all of this delicious wetness to slick myself down, and then I'm going to make you take every inch of me."

Arne's hands gripped her waist and guided her back onto his wet cock. Layla groaned as he stretched her and pulled her into his lap at the same time. Arne's chest was hot against her back as he held her steady and let her adjust to having him filling every part of her. Arne lifted her legs over his and held her tight against him.

He kissed and licked his way over her neck and shoulder. "Okay?"

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