The Dark Elf’s Secret Baby (Secret Babies For Prothekan Dark Elves Book 1)
The Dark Elf’s Secret Baby: Chapter 5

Though he captures me in his arms, I know we’re both too tired to go again straight away. We’ve had a long day, the both of us. Instead of going for round two, Kerym pulls me down into his arms to press his lips against mine, lazily tracing the seam of my mouth with his tongue until I part it for him.

His tongue slips inside, tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I open my mouth wider and lathe my tongue over his, fluttering it to massage against his larger one. It feels incredible to kiss him and to be in his arms.

We lay there for a while, just kissing and cuddling until the hunger pangs make themselves known again.

“Going to feed you,” Kerym says, sitting up after my stomach lets out a loud, protesting growl. “Your stomach is growling too damned loudly. It’s distracting!”

He pretends to be irritated but I know he’s joking. I sit up, watching as he stands and stretches out, my eyes never leaving him.

The man is just so attractive. It’s unfair. He’s broad shouldered and muscular, looking every bit the warrior that he is.

He’s got lush, thick, long black hair and fiercely pointed ears. His dark gray skin contrasts with his vivid violet eyes, which sit above a sharp nose and full lips. Kerym is also so tall that I feel like a babe in the woods next to him.

For lack of a better term, he’s a hunk. I stare at his muscular backside as he leaves, still naked from our prior romp. The way his back muscles flex has me weak in the knees. And his ass is a sight to behold.

“Come back soon,” I tell him, waving him off. He turns, flashing me a smirk and heads to the kitchen. I lay back on his comfy sheets and snuggle into his pillows.

My eyes close and I start to drift off as I wait for him to return.

After a while, he comes back into the bedroom with a hearty bowl of daen stew. “Here,” he says. “I’m sorry I couldn’t even let you get a proper meal in before I jumped on you.” He looks a bit sheepish and I reach for the bowl, taking a spoonful of the warm, hearty soup. “Let me feed you and give you a bath to make up for it.”

It’s not like I held back either but I’m more than eager to agree to a warm bath. I take another spoonful and close my eyes, savoring the taste of the food. Kerym is quite the cook.

The stew disappears in a flash and I hear the sound of the tap running in Kerym’s bathroom, the promised bath starting to tempt me more than staying in bed. When it’s ready, Kerym comes to replace me drifting in and out on top of the covers.

“Hey,” he says, poking me in the side. I yawn and look up at him. He growls, pushing me again and I pretend to be too tired to move.

“Fine,” he says, scooping me into his strong arms and carrying me to the large tub. He deposits me into it and I settle against the back.

After a moment, he joins me and settles into the tub as well, facing me. His gray skin glistens from the humidity in the air and I watch, entranced, as droplets roll down his broad chest, down to the v in his abdomen before disappearing into the water again.

What is it about being with each other that makes it so hard to control our lust? I can’t stand watching him lay there with that smirk on his face. All I want to do is throw myself at him.

“Gods,” I surge forward and capture his lips with mine. “You are sinful.”

“Then indulge with your god,” he says, daring me. His voice is so deep and velvety, luring me in. I’m hypnotized and I replace myself falling into his arms once more, kissing him as I run my hands all over his chest, tracing the abdominal muscles with my fingers, feeling them bunch and flex under me.

“Be careful what you wish for, little fire,” Kerym warns me. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“The way I see it, I win either way,” I retort, loving the way my challenge sends lust flaring in his gaze.

He growls again and attacks my lips with his, lifting me so I’m sliding down onto his cock once more. My eyes flutter closed as I take him into me, relishing the sensation of him filling me up.

There’s so much passion and heat between us, but we have fun too. Like now. I start giggling when he blows a wet raspberry onto my shoulder before biting down. “You’re silly,” I tell him, staring into his eyes.

It’s times like this when I think I might be in love with him. When it’s just us, we’re relaxed and happy and feeling good…but the trouble is that I don’t know if he feels the same. We can’t be together. He’s a dark elf. I’m a human. He’s got ambitions, plans, desires that having a human mate would keep him from.

It’s better if I don’t think about my feelings too closely, if I just kept them to myself a little longer. I need to just let things flow the way they are. To live in the moment. It’s easier for both of us if I don’t worry too much about what might happen and just focus on how good it feels to be with him.

“Hey, you in there, little fire?” Kerym asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I blink rapidly, focusing my attention back onto him and the feeling of his cock carving out a space inside me.

“Yes,” I tell him, moving to blow my own wet raspberry into his skin. “Right here. Right with you.”

“Good,” he rocks his hips upward and it drives all thoughts from my head. “Must not be doing a good enough job if you’re distracted. Gonna have to make sure you’re only focused on me.”

He makes good on his promise, digging his fingers into my ass, spreading my cheeks as he pulls me down onto his cock even deeper, emptying my head of everything but the man in front of me and the sensation of his cock inside of me.

He starts moving faster, dragging his cock against my inner spot so it sends sparks lighting up my spine. His mouth moves over mine, biting down on the same spot as before, creating a pulsating throb of mingled pain and pleasure. He knows exactly what I like and how I like it. That’s why this arrangement works for us.

The water is cooling off around us but I couldn’t care less as Kerym moves his fingers down to stroke over my clit while his tongue delves into my mouth. Gods, I just don’t want this to end!

I’m hungry for him, desperate for his touch, gone for his cock. I’m a veritable slut for this man. I spread my legs and he takes me even deeper, if possible.

Our bodies rock together in a steady rhythm, not as fast and frantic as before but there’s still a note of desperation in our tempo. Kerym pulls me flush to him, so close I can feel his heart beating in his chest. The water makes movement fluid, though we’re both still sweaty from the humidity of the room.

“I’m close,” he whispers in his low voice. My eyes roll back in my head as it washes over me and I feel the waves of pleasure along my core that tells me I’m getting closer as well. His fingers never stop moving, twisting, tweaking, stroking and teasing my clit with a ferocity that has my orgasm slamming into me, almost out of nowhere.

One minute I’m still climbing the peak, the next I’m tumbling over the edge, free-falling. It’s glorious. Kerym works me through before his hands move, gripping my hips roughly as he stiffens and fills me with his come.

“Layla,” he breathes my name into my neck. “Gods.”

We’re a sticky, sweaty mess again and we’re supposed to be getting clean. The irony is so funny that I start laughing again. “Look at us. You just apologized for being unable to hold back but look at me. I practically threw myself onto your dick the second you climbed into the bath.”

He chuckles as well, bending down to give me a soft peck on the lips. “You know I’m irresistible. I am a god, after all.”

“My god,” I tease. “My own personal deity.”

“That’s right,” he says, puffing up his chest. “And you need to remember your place, puny human.”

“My place is beneath you,” I tell him, biting my lip and lowering my lashes.

“Insatiable little brat,” he growls, nipping and licking at my neck.

I may not know what I mean to him, but I know that Kerym likes having me around. And I like being around him. For now I just want to enjoy the time we have together, for however long it lasts.