Having her so near, touching her, and feeling her come undone was much sweeter torture than he imagined when he suggested this undertaking. He had not expected the strength of their chemistry or how much she would intrigue him.
When he had entered their lands, marrying and bedding this elven princess was nothing more than a chore. He heard of her beauty, strength, and kindness, but having made love to her kind before, he knew elves never entirely let go of their reserve—not even during the most intimate moments.
He expected a lifetime of never quite sating his lust and having to hold back the wilder parts of himself, but she was not what he expected.
Even when she played the reserved princess at the ball, doing as her parents expected of her, he saw the defiance deep in her eyes; the
