Page 66 of The Dark Elf's Surprise Baby

Harper lays Adelaide carefully on her large bed, and we both brush soft kisses against her forehead.

She barely moves, inhaling and exhaling deeply, steadily.

I slip my arm around Harper’s waist as we leave the room. But at the door, I turn and watch her.

I could watch her sleep forever.

But it is the night of my mating ceremony. And I do not want to keep my mate waiting.

Harper has become more bold in the weeks leading up to our mating ceremony. She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the bedroom.

I follow her obediently, and once again, I remember Kerym’s words.

The love never ends.

I know that I can believe him. Our love will only grow.

Harper tugs insistently on my hand, and I can smell her desire even a few paces away. We kissed during the mating ceremony, and it could have gone on forever.

But Kerym and Layla’s pointed clapping slowed us down.

I pull her into my embrace as we stumble into our bedroom. We both had elf spirits throughout the ceremony.

Her skin is warm, flushed with arousal and alcohol. My lips meet hers hungrily, while my hand slides down her back.

I groan into her mouth when she sucks, and then nibbles, on my lower lip. I thread a demanding hand gently through her hair.

Her hands wander down to my trousers, but I swat them lightly away.

I place my other hand firmly on her left hip and walk her backwards to the bed.

I throw her lightly on the bed and she lands with a gasp. Her hazel eyes are hot, sparking, as demanding as my hands.

I rip my clothes off, but I am more careful with her dress.

Once I have removed the delicate garment, I see that she is completely naked.

I cannot suppress the groan that escapes me, and warmth spreads across my face when she giggles delightedly.

I lean down and kiss her, and she is as hungry for me as I am for her. And I realize I will never get over that.

That someone like Harper desires me as much as I do her.

Her nipples are hard and tight when my hand goes to lightly caress them. She moans with disappointment when I pull away from the kiss.

But then gasps and arches her back when I move my mouth to her nipples.

My hand wanders downwards, tracing the lines of her body, to meet swollen, soft flesh, slick with desire.

“Please.” The word is a plea and a moan and a cry all at once. I stroke up and down her slit, and she bucks her hips against my hand.

I slip one finger, then another, inside her, and move back up to kiss her.

I curl my fingers inside her, and more of her arousal comes flooding from her slit in a squirt.

“Yes. Yes.” The words are a dazed whisper.

“Tell me what you want.” I whisper back.

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