Elowen
Voridian and I sat down, watching the sunset, and when it was getting dark, some of the royal guards came there and set up a large tent with a massive bed. We entered and watched the beautiful moon staring down at us through the center of the tent. Then he turned towards me and smiled at me. His hand gently cupped my face, and he leaned closer, brushing his fingertips on my lips. I shivered under his touch, the heat of his touch igniting a fire that spread through my veins.
“This night should only be for us,” he muttered, and I nodded in agreement, my throat tight. I pressed myself against him, feeling the hard length of his c**k straining through his pants.
A moan slipped from my lips, my p***y already wet, aching for him. “I need you,” I whispered, my hands tugging at his cloak
