For the first time in my life, I waswhole.
It was like I’d spent all these years operating as half a person, but now every single part of me was present. It was exhilarating.
Ryllae ran her thumb gently down the inside of my hand, sending shivers throughout my body.
“Touch me,” she whispered, lowering her body until she lay on the cloak, displaying her beautiful body to me. “Please.”
As if I would deny a request such as hers. She might not have known it yet, but I would do anything for her. Give her anything. And this, what she was asking… this was no hardship.
Ryllae was my mate, and she was fulfilling every dream I’d ever had since meeting her. My Death Elf was extraordinary, and I couldn’t wait to show her exactly how much I loved her.
Moving between Ryllae’s legs, I leaned down, my fingers brushing the new markings on our arms before I kissed her. Our mouths moved together, the urgency between us growing as Ryllae shifted underneath me. Her hands landed on my bare stomach, tracing the lines of my muscles before they dipped lower. And lower.
I caught her hands just as she ran them under the waistband of my trousers, shaking my head.
“Not yet, Princess,” I whispered against her lips.
“Why not?” she asked, her confusion so sweet that it made me want her more. “I need to see you.”
Pressing my hips against her, I rested my weight on my elbows on either side of her head. “Patience, Dark One,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened. “What did you call me?”
“Dark One.” It had just come to me, and it felt… right. “I thought—”
“I love it,” was her breathy response.
“Good.”
She raised a brow, tapping on my stomach. “Now, I believe you were taking off your trousers.”
Smiling, I shook my head. “We’ll get there. I promise. But there’s something I want to do first.”
“What?”
I didn’t need any words to answer her. This was a moment I had dreamed of ever since Ryllae had revealed those crimson markings. Countless fantasies had run through my mind as I wondered what her body would look and feel like beneath mine.
My lips left hers, and slowly, I kissed every single one of her swirling red tattoos. With each pass of my tongue, with each inch that I tasted, with every moan that echoed around us, my desire for her grew. She moved and writhed, pressing herself against me in the most delicious torture.
I wanted her so badly that I could barely think, but a quick coming together of our bodies was not what I sought. My dark princess deserved so much more than a rapid coupling, and I was determined to give it to her. Sparks erupted from her fingertips as I licked a particularly sensitive part of her, and soon, red ribbons slipped from her hands as my mouth went lower. And lower.
The sight of her magic didn’t scare me. I knew she wouldn’t hurt me.
She was mine, and I was hers.
Those ribbons swirled around us both, creating a barrier from the outside world.
“I love you,” I murmured against her stomach, my tongue tracing a swirl that pointed downwards. Ryllae squirmed beneath my touch, her fingers twisting in my hair as she gasped, pushing me lower still.
I grinned against her, laughing softly.
“You’re so eager,” I whispered.
“Less talking,” she demanded. Authority filled my mate’s voice, a reminder of her royal blood. “I want all of you.Now.”
That was all I needed to hear. Ryllae continued to tell me how much she wanted me as my head dipped lower and lower. And then, as my tongue moved against her warmth, she had no more words at all. She clutched my hair, her hips moving against me, as I showed her just how much she meant to me.
When she broke beneath me, I kissed her until the shaking subsided. Only then did I push myself onto my knees.