68
The sunlight woke me gently, like a tender touch. I was lying on Amlach’s warm body, with my legs entwined with his and his arm resting heavily on my back.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest, feeling the hair tickle my nose, and ran one hand over his torso to make sure he was real.
To ensure that what we had done all night had actually happened.
And judging by the soreness between my thighs and the sticky substance covering our groins, there was no doubt.
I had rioted.
I had claimed the one who belonged to me.
And I felt so happy that I wanted to shout it to all the Lands of the East.
I smiled, closing my eyes as I breathed in Amlach’s intense smell. It had changed. Now, my scent was on his skin, too.
And from now on, it would always be.
I raised my head and proudly admired the marks I had left on him to withstand the rush of his passion. To brand him, over and over again. And he had done the same, biting and sucking until I’d screamed.
My dreamy gaze settled on his face, so peaceful while he slept. I traced the slight dimple at the tip of his nose with my index finger, then followed the smooth arch of his half-parted lips and the curve of his brow. I brushed his hair away from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear.
After our union ceremony, I would no longer permit him to conceal his true nature, neither from his people nor from mine. I was proud of him and that the Spirits had chosen him for me, and I would ensure that both elves and humans saw him the way I did.
That they accepted him as the future king of the two races.
I leaned in to kiss him on the corner of his mouth. His light eyelashes fluttered, then his eyelids slowly squinted open.
“Good morning,” I said, planting a kiss on his heart.
A heart that, when he suddenly opened his eyes wide, started pounding so fiercely against his ribs that it echoed in my chest.
“I fell asleep,” he said, his sleep-ridden voice betraying a hint of anger.
I ran my nails through his beard with a giggle. “We collapsed together, eventually.”
His breathing grew increasingly shorter. Quicker. Restlessness—whose cause I did not know—darkened his face, illuminated by sunlight filtering through the curtains, gently swayed by the breeze coming from the open window.
“Hey.” I took his chin to draw his strangely annoyed gaze onto mine. “It’s all right,” I reassured him. “You’re with me. We’re fine.”
Darkness faded from his eyes as he let out a nearly defeated sigh. “Until we leave this room,” he said sullenly, sliding his open hands along the curve of my back.
“Then let’s stay here,” I suggested in a seductive tone, grinding against his cock until it hardened. “Forever,” I added, running my thumb over his lips.
He welcomed it into his mouth, sucking on it as he whirled his tongue around it. “Hmm,” he murmured, massaging my buttocks until his calloused fingertips reached my sex.
He ran his index finger through it and spread my arousal toward my anus, making me shiver at the thought of having him in there.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, subtly shifting his hips to align his erection with my already throbbing vagina.
“Wait,” I gasped as soon as the large tip began to spread my velvety, viscous lips.
Amlach paused with a smirk. “Is the elf too tired to start over?” he teased me, using that arrogant tone that drove me crazy.
In response, I used my elven speed and strength to pin his arms above his head and press his wrists into the pillows.
“I want to wait for the ceremony before doing it again,” I whispered against his lips.
He attempted to catch my lower lip with his teeth, but I pulled away just in time, giving him a playful, reproachful look.
“Since we should have bound our blood and souls before uniting our bodies . . .”
A slow, mischievous smile curved its way across his face. “Or I could just go in like this.”
He penetrated me with a smooth, nonviolent thrust, making me feel every bulging vein along his cock as it slid between the hypersensitive walls of my vagina.
“Yes, you could,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
Amlach seized the moment to lick and bite my chin while I released his wrists and interlocked our fingers.
“What now, Nauriel?” he asked, moving calmly inside me.
“I’ll go talk to my father,” I answered.
Amlach made a throaty sound, both lustful and annoyed. “He’s never going to agree to our union. You know that.”
I straightened my back, using his hands for support as I continued to ride him with slow, sensual movements. “We were created for each other by the will of the Spirits,” I declared.
He untied his fingers from mine and closed them around my breasts with very little tenderness, hissing with pleasure as my vagina squeezed his erection. “Praise be to Them.”
I touched his hairy arms to feel their strength as he moved his hands to my hips, quickening my oscillation. “My father will have no choice. He will have to accept that you will move to the palace with me—”
Amlach suddenly pushed himself inside me, and I screamed from the sensation of him fully in.
“Oh, yeah?” he grinned, his eyes burning.
Keeping all of his cock inside me, I resumed to sway back and forth, moaning as my clitoris rubbed against the hair on his groin. “And that one day,” I went on, “when your kingdom’s land is healed, it will unite with ours under our guidance.”
“We could build our new house near the Glawar, where we met.” Amlach stroked my belly with a possessive look. “Just for you and me.”
I could already picture it: wooden, simple, and intimate, with a watermill and stables for Ringil and another horse. No servants or maids, just us.
I leaned toward him again, pressing my abdomen against his. “We will,” I breathed over his mouth.
“But what I don’t want to do,” Amlach countered, tucking my hair behind my ears, “is let you face your father alone.”
“I have to.” I threaded a hand through his hair without pulling too hard. I fisted the other hand in the corner of a pillow, lowering my hips as he lifted his pelvis. “You’ll join us later.”
“This palace is a fucking labyrinth, Elf.” He moved his hands back on my buttocks, gripping them to guide me onto his erection at a faster and faster rhythm. “How will I know where to find you?”
I giggled against his lips. “You’ll just have to follow my father’s screams,” I managed to say between my moans.
“Hmm . . .” He slowly slid the fingers of one hand into the groove between my buttocks. “You mean screams like these?”
Without warning, he forced his index and middle fingers inside my ass, prompting an involuntary cry of pleasure that quickly turned into uncontrollable screams, as he took me with the same force he had dominated all night.
A force to which I realized I had already become addicted.