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“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice warms my body up even more.

“Please, I want you.” I am begging him, I realize, but I do not care any longer.

He thrusts inside me, slowly, gently. I pull him down to me, so that the weight of his body presses against mine.

“Yes.” We gasp the word together as he thrusts in and out of me. He places soft kisses on my chin, on my jawline, on my forehead as he makes love to me.

Heat builds at my core with every kiss, with every thrust. When he reaches down and starts stroking my clit, my body shudders, desperate for release.

“Just like that.” My eyes are half-closed, but I know he is looking down at me.

I have never been this close to him before. Droplets of his sweat roll down my neck.

The muscles in my legs spasm and flex, and the heat at my core explodes, spreading to every part of my body.

He must feel me convulsing around him because he thrusts faster and faster inside me as my climax continues rippling throughout my body.

I feel him reach his peak in the way the muscles in his shoulders flex. I dig my nails into the skin on his back as his cum spills inside me and I can feel him flexing inside me.

6

DEMETHYS

Harper sleeps quietly, her breathing light, not moving. As though she is afraid of disturbing me, even in her unconsciousness.

I can watch her forever. She is so beautiful that I never want to take my eyes off her.

Her face is sweet, though her cheekbones are sharp. Her lashes are long, and her dark brows frame her face beautifully.

Her lips are plump and full. They are parted as she sleeps.

Perfect.

And now I will have to leave this perfection soon.

After Harper fell asleep, I slipped out of the room to my office and found the letter that the butler had left me.

I read it again and again, trying to make sense of it.

I am being called to the frontlines of another war. I understand why; I am one of the best strategists in my unit.

But it breaks my heart, having to leave Harper so soon after returning to her.

If I had my way, I would never leave her again. And when I leave now, my time away will be longer. And I will also be in direct danger.

I have never cared about being in danger before. Fighting in the war is an honorable thing after all.

Many elves feel it a privilege to fight and even die for the King.

But I have Harper now. I have to think about her. And now my body has grown cold from the thought of walking into a dangerous situation on purpose.

How can I do that to her? How can I leave her, knowing that I might not come back? And how can I disobey the orders from my commanding officer?

I get up, careful not to wake her, and pull on a robe. It is close to morning and the sun is stretching, creeping, over the horizon.

I do not know when I start pacing, but I soon find myself walking up and down the room. My footsteps are muffled by the plush rugs that cover the wooden floors.

Harper turns in her sleep, pulling the silk sheet to cover her more closely. I smile at the sight of her curves, barely covered by the silk.

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