“Wench, is it?” she exclaimed, swinging at him. He laughed, ducked.
“Oh then, maybe it is that you’re a member of the Sidhe Court, an elven princess sent to ensorcel me and lead me into one of the faery mounds. I’ll never be heard from again,” he said sadly, scratching his head. “Oh, but what a way to die, in the arms of an elven princess...”
She smiled, so enticing, raised her wrists above her head as if she were weaving a spell. “That is it, then. Joaquin Randolph, I have your name and you are to be mine for all of eternity.”
He fell to his knees before her, and his face buried into her thighs. She felt a flush of pleasure there. “I am yours for eternity,” he mumbled into her skirt.
He squeezed her legs and she fell backwards. He caught her, lowering her down gently so that she lay b
