Her thoughts wavered, her breath hitching. No one else had ever seen her like this—her smooth, dusky skin, the dark hue inherited from her faint dark elf lineage, her long, pointed ears peeking through her silken white hair. These were parts of her she kept guarded, hidden from all but him. The man who held her now, who kissed her with such desperate hunger, was the only one she had ever let see her like this.
And yet, even as she melted into his embrace, another thought slid beneath her pleasure—a faint, uncomfortable whisper. So he's used this with the other girls as well now… She knew it was by her setting, her choice—after all, she was the one who encouraged him to explore, to live freely. But knowing and feeling were two different things. A faint, twisting ache stirred in her chest, an unfamiliar jealousy blooming, but—
