Elinor’s breath caught. He was magnificent;
muscles taut in his legs, arms and chest, skin
smooth and pale. It made her tingle and tighten
low in her body.
She realized she kept her spear aimed on him,
and, with an effort, lowered it toward the
ground. He looked dangerous and feral. As she
stepped closer, he glanced up, raising slanted
eyes of the deepest blue. His pale hair slid
back like a curtain, revealing the black tips of
sharply pointed ears. He snarled, baring his
teeth.
Oh gods. A
Tithere elf. Not a common sight. These elves belonged to the outer races
of the dark woods, and were renowned for battling the magical
apparitions spewing out of mountain caverns that led to the center of
the earth. Taciturn and mysterious, Tithere elves rarely ventured
outside their territories.
The elf
regarded her with a wary look in his eyes. Why is he tied up like this?
Another step closer, and her body tightened even more in appreciation of
the broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the perfection of that face, the
sharp cheekbones, and lush lips.
“So, it is
time.” The deep rumble of his voice flowed over her overheated skin like
wine.
“Time?”
She now stood so close she could see the dark pupils of his eyes, the
fine grain of his skin, the pulse leaping in his throat. The need to
suck on it, lick his chest, bring their bodies together, started a
pleasurable ache inside her. “What’s your name?”
“Indigo.”
His hands clenched, and the muscles in his chest and shoulders bunched.
“I would ask of you to make it quick.”
