Exchanged by Dante Silva

Author:Dante Silva
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, magic, elf, elves, fey, oberon, titania
Publisher: Dante Silva & Vanessa Mozes

Chapter 8

“Yes, my lord,” Mrs. Delia said as she jotted a list. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Nothing else beyond what we’ve already discussed, Mrs. Delia. But please be quick—and thorough.”

“Very well, Lord Thray.”

As Mrs. Delia gave a small nod and left to do his bidding, Callannon opened the door to his room and entered with Aubriel. He’d been burning to be back with her, and now that Mrs. Delia was aware of their impending guests, he could ignore the world for a short while. The moment the door snicked closed behind them, Callannon turned and hurled incantation after protective and silencing incantation at the door. “We will not be interrupted again.”

He turned to Aubriel and found her sitting at the edge of the bed. He’d hoped her entry into the Summer Kingdom would be smoother than this, but she’d already faced down both Titania and Oberon. How could she still be so composed after having magic, arrows, and political maneuverings thrown her way? He leaned in and gave her a short kiss, then pressed his forehead to hers. “Aubriel, how are you—”

“Now isn’t the time for talk, Callannon.” She kissed him again, a deep passionate kiss.

With the slightest tug, she pulled him above her, and he wasted no time pressing into her. She melted against him, kissing him fully as if they had never been interrupted. It was impossible to keep from giving all of himself to her, and he had to remind himself to take his time, to not let his excitement rush them through this much awaited moment.

After kissing her lips until they were ripe and swollen, he turned her chin to the side and moved to her neck. Her scent was that of the forest she came from, mute oak with a hint of sweetness. He kissed her neck slowly, her sweetness extending to her taste as well. Her slender hands ran over his back, his shoulders, his neck, and even the smallest touch of that sensitive skin left him groaning in pleasure against her.

He followed the pace of Aubriel’s breathing and arching, eager to let his hands explore her in turn. The sight of her in the yellow dress had drawn his attention throughout all of Oberon and Titania’s visit, and he was glad to finally be able to focus on it and how it fit Aubriel so perfectly. He would be happy if she chose to wear that dress every day. It flattered her every dip and curve, and it was so easy to slide his hands up her thighs.

She arched more sharply against him and gasped. Ignoring his own throbbing desire, he pushed her skirts up and kissed along the inside of her thigh. Her moans were quiet as whispers, as if anyone could hear them through the thick layer of spells on the door. He lifted his head slightly. “Don’t feel that you need to restrain yourself, Aubriel.”

His exchanged grasped fistfuls of blankets in her hands and pushed herself up just enough to give him a strained look.

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