Page 41 of The Dark Elf's Surprise Baby

We have been apart for too long, and even though I know she is with someone else, I can feel her desire for me.

I can feel it in the way she clutches at me. I can feel it in the way that she places her face in my neck and inhales my scent.

Gods, I have missed her.

All I want is to stay like this forever. I want to forget about everything else. Including the fact that she has hurt me beyond repair.

My hands slide from her waist down to her hips. She presses herself against me.

The night has grown darker. The air is permeated with Harper’s perfume, and the fragrance of the flowers around us.

When I lean my head against hers, our lips are only a breath apart from one another.

She lifts her head and her lips brush against mine for only a second. But I pull away, and I feel her stiffen in my arms.

Harper thinks I have just rejected her.

And as much as I want to, I don’t think I will ever have the strength to turn her down. And certainly not now, when I am drunk, and she is soft and hot in my arms.

But every time that I want to bend down and take her mouth in mine, I see unbidden images of Harper in the arms of another man.

All I see is Harper naked, with another man’s arms wrapped around her waist.

I pull away from her, still holding onto her, inhaling deeply. The cold air helps to clear my head slightly, but not by much.

I want to ask her why she betrayed me. I want to ask her why she gave up on me so quickly. I want to ask her why I wasn’t enough.

But instead, my body and brain gives in to the one desire I have had for four years.

And I kiss her.

My right hand goes to cup her face when our lips meet. Her breath comes out in a whimper.

She pushes her body against mine and I slide my left hand around her waist. I know that I am holding onto her for dear life.

The kiss becomes uncontrollable quickly. It becomes wild and violent and passionate.

It seems that I am not the only one who has missed this over the past four years.

Harper pushes against me, and her hands snake around my shoulders. She clings onto me from there.

I pull away from her when another image of her with the faceless father of her child comes to mind.

But the sight of her, with her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted, is too much for me to bear.

I lean down and our lips meet again. The kiss is deep, desperate, and filled with grief.

I just do not think that Harper and I are grieving the same things.

I am heartbroken because of her betrayal and the potential family I have just lost. But why is she heartbroken?

Why do I feel her tears trailing down my skin?

The kiss continues even throughout all these emotions that neither of us are in control of.

One thing I know for certain is that Harper wants me as much as I want her.

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