The Dark Elf’s Surprise Baby (Secret Babies For Prothekan Dark Elves Book 2)
The Dark Elf’s Surprise Baby: Chapter 5

I never realize how deeply, how desperately, I miss Demethys until he is gone.

Then his absence, a Demethys-shaped hole in my life, becomes an ache in my chest.

And the ache was becoming almost unbearable in the days before his return. The ache almost consumed me, so intense that it took my breath away.

But now he has finally returned, and I finally feel at peace. The constant turmoil at his absence finally abated.

The turmoil has been replaced by new emotions. Mostly joy, but also a little anxiety.

I cannot help it. Every time I look at Demethys, I see a handsome, affluent dark elf.

Why would he want you? A slightly nasty voice in my head asks. I know that it is my voice.

And the voice only opines what I really think.

That I am not worthy of Demethys Herahi.

I push the thoughts out of my head as he settles on my lap, and stares up the stars. His rich, dark blue eyes are almost the same shade as the night sky.

I pull his white hair out of its braid, and start stroking his temples and head.

His hair is beautiful; silky, soft, and fine.

Sometimes I cannot believe that this is my life now. I cannot believe that I am with the man of my dreams, no matter how I feel about myself.

I also know that I need to let go of my doubts. Because Demethys has never done anything to make me believe that he does not want me.

I do not know how long we sit underneath the stars. The night becomes darker and deeper and wider.

I cannot help but feel that if we stay underneath the sky long enough, that the night will swallow us up into the dark blues and bright silvers of the night.

But then, pulling away from me, Demethys takes me into his arms.

The kiss, when he kisses me, is soft and hesitant. His hands go to my waist, lifting me onto his lap.

Then one of his hands go to the back of my neck, while the other cups my cheek.

The kiss feels like an apology at first. An apology for staying away as long as he did. Then it deepens, as we get to know each other again.

It is as though we are testing whether the other is still attracted to us. As if any amount of time passing could remove Demethys from my heart.

The kiss becomes more urgent suddenly, and I am reaching for him like I never have before.

I am reaching for him with confidence that I did not know I have.

My breath comes out in moans as his hands wander lower and lower, lifting up the skirt of my dress.

His hands are warm and big and firm. It is only when he is cradling me in his lap that I realize how large he really is.

I lean into him, leaning into the kiss, and I know he feels my arousal in the way my body throbs underneath his touch.

He stands then, scooping me into his arms, making a sound that is crossways between a groan and a growl.

The servants are nowhere to be seen – they have probably all retired for the night – as Demethys walks into the ground floor of the mansion from the hallway.

I pull away from the kiss then, and I know my lips must be swollen and red from it.

“Put me down.” The words come out soft, my voice huskier than it has ever been. He does what I say, and I take his hand in mine.

I pull him behind me, walking with more confidence than I ever have before. I lead him briskly to the large, master bedroom on the ground floor.

It is one of six bedrooms and is at the very back of the house, furthest away from the servants’ quarters.

Demethys picks me up again when the door comes into view, and I lean into another kiss as he kicks the door open.

He heads straight to the bed, places me gently on it, then turns to close the door.

My body is warm, hot even, and my thighs are slick with my arousal. My breathing is shallow and I lick my lips with need as Demethys turns back to me.

He places his hands on my hips and pulls me gently towards the edge of the bed. His lips are soft and full when they meet mine again and again.

I am pulling his shirt off before I know it, while he carefully unbuttons the back of my dress.

He must know that I love the dress because he pulls it carefully off my body.

I am only wearing plain underwear underneath the dress, but I hear his breath catch in his throat as he steps back and looks at me.

The room is dark and hot, the windows obscured by dark curtains. Only a sliver of the nighttime sky is on view through a crack in the curtains.

A vase of fresh, heavily scented flowers stands on Demethys’s bureau at the far end of the room. The sweet, herby scent mingles with the fragrance of my arousal and Demethys’s musk.

I lay back on the bed as he pulls off his trousers, and I shiver at the sight of his member. It is hard and erect and beautiful. A droplet of his cum has welled up on the tip.

I want to sit forward, close my lips around it, but he stops me.

“Lay down darling.” His voice is a growl, and he clears his throat quickly.

I lay down and he spreads my legs. The room becomes warmer, more humid, in the minutes that he takes to pull off my underwear.

I shudder this time as he slides his hands up my thighs and waist. He reaches up to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking my taut, hard nipples.

My head falls back in a sigh as one of his hands slides down my body.

I arch my back, crying out, when he leans his head down to close his mouth around one nipple.

At the same time, his other hand has slipped between my legs. He strokes up and down my slit, before stopping on the most sensitive part of my body.

He strokes my clit and my lower body twists away from him as he moves his mouth from one nipple to the other.

The first climax, when it comes, makes my legs tremble and my breath stop in my throat.

I lay back, gasping as it subsides, rippling away.

He leans down to kiss me again and this time I am more forceful. I want to give him pleasure too.

I reach down between us as we kiss and close my hand around his member. He jerks away from me, and I stop, freezing.

Have I done something wrong? I know that my eyes are wide, and Demethys senses my apprehension.

He shakes his head.

“Your hand around me like that – you’re going to drive me crazy.” His voice is still a growl, and when he kisses me again, he nips at my lower lip with his teeth.

I start stroking him up and down, and my hand becomes wet quickly as more precum leaks from him.

I can feel his veins through his skin as I stroke him, and he pulls away quickly, shuddering, when I start stroking him faster.

“Not yet.” His voice is a gasp, not a growl anymore.

We kiss each other more frantically, our lips meeting skin more often than each other’s lips.

When I lick the skin on his collarbone, it tastes like his musk and sweat and it pulls a sound out of him that I have never heard before.

“Like this,” he whispers, pushing my legs slightly apart. He slides a hand underneath my waist, keeping my lower body slightly elevated.

“Are you okay?”

He murmurs the question in my ear. I nod, my back arched and my body hot with desire.

My eyes close when he pushes inside me gently. He pulls out slowly immediately, leaving only the tip of his member inside me.

“Please.” I speak in a frenzied mumble. “Please.”

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice warms my body up even more.

“Please, I want you.” I am begging him, I realize, but I do not care any longer.

He thrusts inside me, slowly, gently. I pull him down to me, so that the weight of his body presses against mine.

“Yes.” We gasp the word together as he thrusts in and out of me. He places soft kisses on my chin, on my jawline, on my forehead as he makes love to me.

Heat builds at my core with every kiss, with every thrust. When he reaches down and starts stroking my clit, my body shudders, desperate for release.

“Just like that.” My eyes are half-closed, but I know he is looking down at me.

I have never been this close to him before. Droplets of his sweat roll down my neck.

The muscles in my legs spasm and flex, and the heat at my core explodes, spreading to every part of my body.

He must feel me convulsing around him because he thrusts faster and faster inside me as my climax continues rippling throughout my body.

I feel him reach his peak in the way the muscles in his shoulders flex. I dig my nails into the skin on his back as his cum spills inside me and I can feel him flexing inside me.

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