Page 37 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

It hits me as hard as a hoqin’s kick straight to the chest. Every day I seek out her company. Every moment I want where Calix is to be sure he’s not with her. Isla has pushed me to the brink of insanity – yet I won’t let her leave.

“Aiken?” Gods, my name on her tongue, so soft and sweet it’s like sugar, nearly undoes me.

And then, Isla’s tongue peeks out as it swipes over her bottom lip, and I lean forward. I want more of her, want all of her. The desperation washes over me, my magic sizzling in my veins as it rises to fight a threat that it can’t stop.

That I don’t even want to try and fight.

She blinks slowly, my eyes tracking every movement as I creep ever closer. Her hands still under mine, the warmth of her body heating mine up.

I catch the flicker of her gaze the second it happens. My lips part and her eyes immediately fall to my mouth, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks as her stare lingers. And then, as if realizing what she’s doing, her eyes jerk back up to mine.

A soft giggle falls from her lips, and while she seems embarrassed, she does not seem regretful. It bodes well for me, for all the thoughts echoing through my mind.

I suck in a ragged breath, finally remembering how to fill my lungs. “Yes, Isla?”

My voice is just as jagged, rough and deep as it’s weighed down with the desire building in me. It waves over me in thick waves, and finally, I can see what I should have a long time ago.

I am falling for this girl.

The human my brother bought. The one in my home that I cannot touch. The one that I keep putting everything on the line to keep her safe and protected.

I knew I was interested. For a while, I blamed it on curiosity. Then, I blamed it on my amusement in thwarting my brother, to keep him from something he so desperately wanted. I’d even convinced myself that my intentions with Isla were purely for companionship.

But now…

Now, there is absolutely no return. Not when her breathy reply comes, nearly wrenching my heart out of my chest as I hang on the little gasp after her questions and the way her chest rises in falls as she searches my face.

“Why did you stop me?”

There are so many easy answers I could feed her. But those bright brown eyes will not let a lie leave my lips. The excuses tangle in my throat until I am swallowing them back down and then I feel the truth coming up, unbidden.

I reach out, not having realized we were so close until I am closing the last bit of distance between us. My hand slides through her wavy red hair glistening under the moonlight until I’m cupping the back of her head.

Ever so slightly, I pull her toward me, gauging her reaction. But when her chest heaves and her teeth scrape over her bottom lip, I know there is no going back for me. I have to taste her, to take this one opportunity the gods have gifted me.

“Because,” I whisper, my hand not wrapped in her hair sliding up her arm until I’m cupping her jaw. Isla’s breathing stutters, her gaze flicking from my mouth to my eyes and heat licks up my insides. “I can’t let you go, Isla.”

The question forms in her pinched brows, but I don’t let her voice it. Not as I drag her forward, leaning down until our lips just brush against each other. After what she just told me, I don’t want her to think she’s forced into this.

But she shifts closer, one hand reaching up to grasp my face and the other gripping the hem of my tunic at my hip. Isla pulls me closer, her lips pressing firmly to mine, and that breaks me. All of my resolve is gone, sucked out of me by this woman.

Without thinking, I drop my hand from her jaw to grip behind her knee and pull her over my lap. I need to feel more of her, and I can’t stomach the space between us.

By the time my mind catches up with my actions, though, and I realize what I’ve done, Isla is already wrapping her arms around my neck, sinking into my frame. Still, I keep one hand cupping the back of her head and the other pressed to her back to keep from scaring her.

Even though all I want to do is take her, to break her, to make her mine. I want to hear her voice hoarse with the screams I’ve wrenched from her, her body weeping with a break from the pleasure I can bring her.

I gasp at the image, my cock growing stiff against my trousers, and I wonder how much self control I still have at my disposal. I can feel Isla’s heat pressed to my crotch, and it’s taking every ounce for me not to pin her to the ground right here and make her see why she can’t be anywhere else but here.

A grin finds me as I think of my brother seeing us from his rooms that overlook the gardens and I almost want to send a tendril magic into his room to wake him. I want him to see my face and then my cock buried between Isla’s thighs, for him to see that she is not his.

“Aiken,” she moans against my lips, pulling me back to this moment.

Isla’s little whimpers drive me crazy, almost as much as her sweet taste. I can’t get enough. When I swipe my tongue along the seam of her mouth, she parts for me obediently, making me growl in response.

“Such a good girl,” I grunt before diving in, and I don’t miss the way her knees pinch against my thighs when I do say it.

My tongue lashes in, commanding hers as I take what I want. Gently, I tug her hair to tilt her head back, and at the pressure, she moans louder. It makes heat claw at my throat, begging me to see just what she can take.

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