Page 76 of Protected By the Elf Prince

I wouldn’t.

Couldn’t.

I wanted to stay with Dashiel forever, after all.

When we pulled apart, I mustered the courage and reached for the hem of his shirt. I looked up into his burning gaze before he nodded slightly.

With a smile, I slowly lifted the fabric. Dashiel raised his arms, allowing me to remove it, and the moment I dropped it to the floor, I forgot how to breathe.

He was beautiful.

No, stunning.

Lean muscle shaped his chest and stomach, his skin smooth in the soft bedroom light.

I swallowed hard. My lust for the man rose higher and stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

Dashiel watched me carefully with a small pull to his brows. “Too much?” he asked.

I shook my head immediately. “No.” I laughed quietly. “I’m just….” I looked him over again. “Wow.”

Color touched the tops of his ears, and it was so damn cute that the sight made me smile wider.

“I didn’t think elves blushed.”

“We do.”

“That’s good.”

He tilted his head. “Why is that good?”

“Because now I know I can fluster you.”

His smile returned. “I suspect you shall discover that often.”

I went onto the tips of my toes again, and if he wasn’t already ducked down, I wouldn’t have been able to brush my tongue over the pointed tip of his ear, making Dashiel shudder.

My eyes widened in glee. “Sensitive?”

“Very,” he growled.

I hummed under my breath before I sucked and tongued at the tip.

Dashiel’s body vibrated, and the deep, almost keening, noises he made shot more arousal to my cock. It throbbed and ached.

I had to have him.

I wanted to be inside him, and that realization was heady.

Dashiel straightened when I hooked a finger in the front of his pants. As I unbuttoned them and then drew the zipper down, Dashiel watched my every move, his hooded eyes swimming with so much heat. I slowly pushed them down his long legs and noticed that there were no boxers in sight, so his erection bobbed when it was instantly free. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them away while I took a step back and simply stood there staring at him.

Beautiful.

It wasn’t that long ago that I’d spent days wondering whether I could be attracted to a man, and yet, standing here now, there wasn’t any doubt left.

My pulse raced.

Everything inside me wanted to be closer. To touch and lick every part of him. My heart hammered as I quickly removed the borrowed clothes he’d left for me, only my movements were now clumsier and rushed.